Why not?

If we're all so unhappy about our political leaders, and we're constantly looking (sometimes even demanding) for "change" and "something new", then why the hell not?!

I don't know about you, but there's nothing more politically/sociologically-changing than this. :D

Ha. And they (our governmentS) say they've already "tried everything"...

Too bad the chances of that ever happening here in the third world is...pretty much slim-to-none. We're all prudes. We're even led by one. :P

Posh night for a lowly twat...

I never thought I'd say this, but life is good...when and if you're important, loaded, and still have enough time to have a life. Although we'd like to pull out all our hair, knowing that there are people who have that kind of life out there...and we are just not one of them. :)

CTP, on the other hand, is one of those lucky ones. And unlike celebrities and most socialites, she's not hated by half of the world. She is actually loved.

Awww...go get your own Kleenex, I'm not sharing. *envy, then sniffle*

Her birthday bash last night was amazing, and so chi-chi that I had to recall all those etiquette lessons my mother persistently (and frustratingly) shoved on my puny little mind while I was growing up, in less than 30 seconds upon stepping out of the elevator of Ayala Life FGU Center (Cebu Business Park) to their roof deck.

Please excuse the crappy photos. We were all inebriated to the point of happily-skipping all over the place...literally. We were too drunk to care, and so was everybody else in the party. Even the waiters were suspiciously happy. Everyone was happy. CP has that effect on people. Or maybe it was just the really expensive free food and liquor? Hmm...

The Birthday Girl
Dots...
"Oh look! There's a ledge!"...stupidity slowly arises
"I wonder if my phone breaks if I drop it?"
"No stupid, it won't. You think Spiderman gets vertigo?"
"I don't think so coz he likes *slurrrr* takes Cryptonite vitamins or something and Cap 'n Crunch for breakfast to like get strong 'n shit"

"Look! SM! I need sneakers, but they all *burp* suck!"
(It's actually Ayala Centre.)

"Duddddeee, you think somebody might get hit if I pee here?"
--from a dumbass who should know better.

It amazes me how our mothers could still feel proud of us all...

All in all, it was one hell of a party. And to Miss CP, I wish you only the best in life, love and wea...stop, do you even still need anything?! ;)

Hell, on my last birthday, I had two cups of my usual at Starbucks, two packs of cigarettes, a burger, a small pack of M&M's and an SMS from my driver asking me if he could extend his vacation. Asswipe.

Newsfla...no, make that newZzz....*SNORE*

On my last post, I said my access was back to crap-normal. Well...here's a a newspaper clip that I crumpled up, and nearly-spat on before deciding to scan, and publish it here.

I wonder if any of these girls actually are on Globe...Hello, they're texting. Hmmm...or maybe they're just playing Snake?

Probably the latter.

Apparently, it's not just their internet that's fucked. It's their entire communications network. Hip hip...? HURRAY!!!

*BOOOOOO!*

And the nerve of them calling me...and everyone else, over and over again asking for my late payment. Four fucking days overdue, you Globelines retards!

Errr...wait, I should just pay my bills. But the crappy (not to mention...rude) service is just not helping my good-client-need-to-pay-ontime mood.

The Twat is back and on Gloria Jeans takeout overload...

I (finally!) now have my internet access back to crap-"normal". Not exactly hi-speed, but it's good enough for me. I'm no corporate exec who needs everything in my universe at lightning-speed, if not quicker. I'm a lowlife who just complains for cheap (since I'm too poor to get an upgrade or anything better) DSL and its crappy service. Boohoo. :-P

Besides, having crawling-speed internet does have its good points. While waiting for your page to load, you can use the waiting time for say, resting your eyes...to prevent blindness. You can have short breathing exercises...to improve oxygen intake. You can maybe go pee, drink a glass of water, or eat. Or whatever it is that we people who spend too much time on the internet than in the real world. Yep, that's a "we" right there.

A toast to all of us who can't afford hi-speed internet...but at least we're full, somewhat-healthy, okay-vision, and don't have UTI.

So earlier, I got a visit from two other very-unsatisfied Globelines account holders. :D BB and CC wanted to "hang" and pester me with all their internet woes. *Yakyakyakkityyak* Like I didn't have enough Globelines-issues to talk about. I even threw their free landline phone out the garage out of utter frustration. If that's not showing my love, I don't know what is. Besides, the phone was free (it comes with the line, I guess)...and crappy. If it were Bang & Olufsen, I would've hesitated (but would probably still do it).

I, on the other hand, just wanted to stuff my face with anything...err, edible. I thought I still had one of those edible soaps lying around somewhere. But apparently, I'm too much of a pig to save even that.

We carpooled (hello skyhigh gas prices, I can only wish you'd die) to Banilad Town Centre to have lunch, but parking was a bitch. It took us less than ten minutes to get to BTC, and more than half an hour to find a parking slot. At 12 noon, BTC is like this mid-sized college Quad. Half of which, are obnoxious UC-Banilad nursing students (not all of you, just...most) *teehee* running around BTC like they own the place. The other half of the BTC mid-day population are the oh-so-serious-but-rich-as-hell Class AAA (like the batteries?) mums out and about while the hubbies are working and the kids aren't wrecking their prized Lladros...just yet.

So, instead of testing how far our patience could go what with all these people screaming (seriously) all over, we just had our food to-go. We're big on take-out food. Nothing beats chomping goooood food inside the car squatting on your seat without worrying about etiquette. *chompchompchomp*

Partially-eaten Roastbeef Sandwich
I always seem to forget to take photos before raping my food.

Open Sesame!

Spaghetti Carbonara

And no, I did not touch this one before photographing. It just looks like that --already chewed up and barfed out, but it's actually pretty...okay. A little too "bland" (yo chef, what's with the bacon?!) for my taste, but "ok" nevertheless.

LOW-FAT Chocolate Cake!

I already had a sandwich and a mid-sized order of pasta...I had enough sense to "make it up" to my non-existent diet to save what's left of my nearly-Miss Piggy face. The cake is boring, but moist enough. You could see the remains of air bubbles all over...maybe because of the lack of butterfat (?), but surprisingly good.

Bah. Who cares about good old goooeey yummy fudge anyway?
I do. *sniffle*
Chocolate Macadamia Nut

This is actually CC's all-time favourite drink. And I now know why. It's so goooood, I want to hate it. It's one of those things that locks your brain from counting the calories after one fucking sip...and whine about the bloating later.

Molten Whipped Cream
This was taken less than TWO minutes after getting into the car. It's that hot out here in Cebu.
another minute later...
Frothe

BB's Double-Decker Sandwich


How to massacre a sandwich:

Gotta love how men deal with fancy-schmancy sandwiches...

This just might be you...

I've been having the shittiest week ever. Ok, so not really that bad, but it was still pretty bad. How bad? I've been listening to endless streams of Asian pop...on surround sound. Not just on my iPod, to save face, so it's pretty bad.

I think I now just might know how to speak Korean, Japanese (?)...or is it Niponggo (bah)?...and Chinese --both Mandarin and Cantonese. :P I think I've even memorized a few lines in some of the songs...and sang them out loud. In public. Pfft...

Globelines is still fucked, so no photos for you all today. I do promise a shitload of photos in the upcoming weeks. And so does CC and BB. We've been bombarding the Globelines customer service people with our complaints, it's almost harrassment. Ha.

If all our efforts fail, we'll just have to take further actions...like cry in public. Bombing them would only make things worse. I already paid my access in full until the end of the fucking year, I better be getting the service I deserve...especially since paying bills is at the topmost of my list of things I'd rather hang myself than do.

I am sooo not in the right mind to write anything decent right now, and the mood's worse. I just logged in to Blogger to post this video a friend emailed.

This just might be YOUR story...

Watch it. Live it. Learn it.

As the famous Bryanboy would say, "Keep the faggotry alive!!!"...just be sure to be safe. ;)

A twat's version of "Fusion Cuisine"

By some miracle, I have internet access. :-/ Some stuck-up customer service represantative told me they won't be able to fix it until Wednesday...which only makes me wonder if they're really having "technical difficulties" or they're just too hungover until Wednesday. Ahh..Filipino service at its finest.

...or they could probably just be testing my patience.

Things that make you go, "hmmmmmm..."

Bah. No worries, at least we all got to unwind and break free from blogging. I still haven't been bit by the blogging bug though. I'm neither enslaved...or enthusiastic still about blogging. But I have discovered its "therapeutic powers". I don't know if that's just a lot of bull, or if it's actually true...(probably the former), but hey, I'm still doing it. So it must be worth at least something.

...and I still don't know whether I should be happy about that or not. Puta...all these "whether"s are making my head hurt. My I.Q. is just too low for this...*stupid twat*

My best consolation is that I get to have acceptable-excuse for taking dumbass photos with my cameraphone of anything and everything random --some interesting, and the rest are just stupid. But you'll still read them. :D

So there...

BB and I planned on having lunch earlier at Ginza. For some reason, it's been our favourite Japanese restaurant in Cebu over the years. Although, we frequent Saisaki at SM more because of their less-than-$10-eat-all-you-can, and we're broke half of the time. :D But when the wallet permits it, we turn on our snob-button, and it's Ginza-swipe-abuse-all-the-way! Ha. Seriously though, Ginza's not that expensive. Well, it's no Nobu, if that's what you're thinking. But the food is good, that's all I know. When your stomach's already churning bile and you're seconds-close to fainting, believe me, you won't give a fuck about interior and ambience either!

Unfortunately, when we got there, the place was unusually packed. Probably some Hawaiian-shirt-conference, I don't know. I could only wish I had enough sense to take photos, because it was a such a colorful sight. Probably even more so than your local exotic-bird sanctuary. I have yet to work on my paparazzi skills. Soon, soon...

So we stayed at the parking lot, called to order, and waited for our Jap-to-go inside the car...for just a little over 15 minutes. Hey, that's pretty fast for cuisine-takeout. McDonald's Drive-thru here even make me wait for almost half an hour for ONE fucking Big Mac.

I just had two orders of ebi tempura and some deep-fried tofu. That's it. Three orders of deep-fried goodness and saturated fat. Mmm...

I forgot to take photos of the tofu though...but what difference does it make anyway? You all know what tofu looks like! :P

Ebi Tempura
Some fish entree thing that's really good, and some bean sprouts.
gotta love all that foil...klassy.
Beat that, Nobu! Haha!

A twat's version of FUSION CUIZZIINNEEE...

I forgot to order their famous Ginza-rice, what with my brilliant mindset and all, so I dropped by Chowking (a local Chinese-fastfood chain) instead and ordered Yang Chow rice to go with all that glorious Japanese foooood.
Not exactly Ginzalicious *sob*, but an okay alternative nevertheless...

What, I only had enough money left for commercial Chinese after ordering all that overpriced tofu!

Whew

I just got done editing, re-editing, adding, deleting, all-in-all-tinkering with the new Blogger in Beta features. And in the words of Le Cheekydooda..."ahlaveit"!

After years of incompetent photo uploading services, Blogger has finally took notice of my backstabbing bitch fits, sold their souls to Disney to get some magic pixie dust to make their photo uploads sugar-coated wonderful. And I can now honestly say, I am satisfied. :D

Yes, I'm such a feeler. ;) I just loooovve pretending I'm important enough for Blogger to totally redo themselves just for me. :D

Wait, why am I even sassing about this when I'm using their services FOR FREE??

So I'm human...and a twat. :P

Piggyback ride

I woke this morning thinking it was going to be another one of those boorrring days of just running errands. And it was. But...with a twist. ;) Ha.

I nearly had a car accident just taking this photo, so you better appreciate my efforts! :P

Ok, don't (appreciate the photo *teehee*). And don't take photos while driving. Texting, talking, eating, drinking, snorting coke, smoking weed, etc. is ok...just don't take photos. Because I didn't do any of those. So if ever you do, and get into a car accident, you can't blame me shit. ;)Or if you'll already be too dead to tell on me, and someone else tells your mother/father/grandparents/whatever...I don't want them blaming me for your sorry mishap. Besides, I'd rather deal with you in the flesh. You'll be either be too weak or too dead to fight back anyway. Mourning family members are such a pain to deal with. You, I might be able to smack, but not your grandmother. I'm not that big of a bitch! ;)

I swear, whoever invented cameraphones is a god to me. Had I used my real camera, I would've crashed...and there weren't even any other cars on the road. Just me and the pig hitching on a Multicab. With my amaaaazing driving skills, I could've actually gotten myself killed.

I risked my life to share this photo. The things people do for the sake of their blogs when there's nothing else better to write about in their pathetic lives...sigh.

:)

Anybody up for a piggyback ride? ;)

Note to self: Print out this photo and carry it with you 24/7. Hopefully, it'll curb any kind of urge to eat...if you get hospitalized, it's ok. There's always dextrose. You'll live. And by the time you get out of the hospital, you'll be thin...enough. Ha!

9/11: The Philippine Connection

Watch 9/11: The Philippine Connection.

It's on right now...on ABS-CBN. Or to you all, on TFC...if you have TFC.

You have to have TFC...how would your housekeepers maintain their sanity while you're all out to work and school??

Go ahead, watch it. It's not fun, but it's informative.

And be prepared to listen to more stories about how "bigtime" Filipinos really are. It's not just about Allan Pineda, that girl from the Pussycat Dolls, Batista, Rob Schneider, and Lou Diamond Phillips (huh? who??) anymore...now, it's about freakin' terrorists.

Sigh...

I'm too bored to make sense right now. Oh just watch the damn show. DO IT.

A twat's Saturday night = expensive doodie

It's before midnight and I'm already home...on a Saturday night. And it's not to get dressed for some party, or a club...or any kind of activity to showcase that I have a life. I came home because I actually thought it was already 2 o'clock in the morning and it was time to end the night.

And now, I'm blogging.

Great. Pfft...didn't I just convince myself that my life is pretty good compared to the millions of dying children in oh, I don't know...Lahug? Then why am I being such a bitch about this??

So, in celebration of living in the third world, and be surrounded by severe depression everywhere (seriously, everywhere --parking lots and the "yamada kids", it's not even funny), CP and I decided to have dinner at The Tinder Box. We were broke as hell. Why we even thought of dining at such an overpriced restaurant...and why I was the one who suggested the place, is beyond me. Why am I home right now blogging instead of washing dishes? Because we have our mothers' supplementary gold cards. And yes, we are bad, bad children, we should both be ashamed of ourselves...go get your own life.

Besides, I don't spend much on anything else anyway. And eating out has been my biggest expense lately next to gourmet (by that I mean not of the instant variety that I want to get used to. Starbucks is considered "gourmet" for third-world standards) coffee and cigarettes, so it's all good.

We both had the lamb, as always. I think the kitchen people have already branded us as the "Lamb Twins" since that's all we've ever ordered for years. And we still like it every single time. Because they make it just as good as the last time. Oh come on, it's not like the usual adobo that you feel like puking out after the third serving in a week. It's prime meat babe, can't argue with that.

As you might have noticed (might??) in the photo, I've already started chomping on my dish before photographing, because I am a pig with poor table manners, and not much patience especially when you've waited for sooo long for your food to be served, so excuse me. I was sooo hungry, I'm still surprised I didn't gnaw on the plate!

Ooo...does this mean I actually have manners? Ahh...there is hope. ;)

We ate at their main dining area because we were dressed like hobos. Good luck wearing those Cavalli shorts and Prada slip-ons, they won't care. You're not getting in the private room. :P Besides, it was just the two of us having dinner on a Friday night, why would we bother getting into their oohlala room anyway? We're no high-profiler having a luxe dinner with the mistress. We don't need privacy. :D For the fucking bill we paid, we should've hooked up a megaphone on the roof of the car and screamed, "We just ate at Tinder Box!!!", for crying out loud.

Lesson learned for tonight: Eating/staying/lounging/etc. at any place that charges major $$$ (again, third-world) without your sponsors --i.e. parents, is not an entirely pleasant experience.

It is...until the bill comes, anyway.

No wonder all these annoying yappers at Bo's or Starbucks keep on dropping "high-class" establishment names an average of 6 times/minute. It is apparently a big deal. And I had to go through the (yes, painful) experience of having to actually look at the eye-popping bill just to be able to get it. I am telling you, it is harsh paying...with your own money! :)

Oh well...in the end, it really doesn't matter how much you pay (but only if you can really afford it). It's all about the dining experience (which is always great). You enjoy a good meal, and in turn, have some real expensive poop. Isn't life just beeeautifuulll? ;)

Hollywoodland

I haven't been this excited about a movie since Ice Age 2. Errr...shut up.

As a kid, I've always adored George Reeves, even though the only time I've ever watched the man perform was on the Superman television series...on Betamax. :) I didn't know what became of him after that. But then again, we didn't have Perez Hilton then, did we? :) I didn't even know he had died long before I was even born. Ahh...those days wherein movie stars were just that. Movie stars. Come to think of it, I still thought he was alive and well up until this article from the New York Times!

I'm just as enthused about this movie as the rest of the fashionable lot is crazy about "The Devil Wears Prada". The reviews so far, has been positive. They even hinted on the probability of Afleck winning an Oscar. I could care less about awards, really. I just want to watch the damn movie.

Besides, any reason to see Ben Afleck get fat..ter to wear spandex and a cape. Daredevil had nothing on (literally) old Superman! Haha.

...and I've always been drawn to Adrian Brody for some reason since "The Pianist" thinspiration.

*giggle* I said "pianist". ;) Dude, I am such a retard! :)

Sic, sic twat...

Lusting for remote controls? Sheesh...

Dream houses and cars, of course. Jewelry, yes. Shoes and wristwatches, maybe. Everything else you and I are currently lusting for are albeit "normal". But alas, I am a twat, and at the top of my material wish list as of two and a half hours ago are three remote controls that I just have to get.

My great lack of intelligence and even worse E.Q. compensates in a way by producing massive amounts of "brain chemicals" (duhhhh) that releases this crazy, spoiled, and hungry NEED to have the things that I...well, think I need.

All from HAANSPREE!! I lovvee Hannspree!! I actually cried when my dogs broke my HS 10" LCD TV. Which is why I'm only posting these remote controls. Aside of course from the fact that these are way cheaper than the TVs, and I can actually still afford them, despite my current financial crisis. :D

You think I should shell off $400 on another LCD TV? Because I'm seriously considering it. Christ, why was I not breastfed as a child?! Maybe if I were, I wouldn't be this materially neurotic.

Wait, I think I still would be.

NO MORE SLUMS exclamation point!

What is Gawad Kalinga?

Gawad Kalinga (GK) , translated in English means “to give care,” and it is
an alternative solution to the blatant problem of poverty not just in the
Philippines but the world. Its approach is integrated, holistic and sustainable
– a concrete action plan to rebuild this nation by harnessing the best of the
Filipino – our faith and our patriotism.

The transformation is astounding. Slums are disappearing. Rich and poor,
Muslims and Christians, government and the private sector are building
communities together. The poor are re-discovering their dreams, and are being
empowered to build a better future for their families. The stories of how not
only the poor but also the donors have been transformed continue to grow.

Gawad Kalinga’s achievements are a reflection of the sharing among different
classes in society, and the partnership involving all sectors of society –
bridging the gaps that divide us as a people. We are also building International
Villages, showing that poverty can be addressed if rich and poor nations learn
to share resources to create a better world for all.

I usually don't care. And I'm not saying I already have. But I am working on it. I'm also not being hypocritical when I say that I truly care about this issue, and that I believe in this organization.

Nobody deserves to live in shanties, and give up education for livelihood way before even hitting puberty.

I still believe that the poor should work their way up, and not expect the world to save their asses and believe people with money with money should be obligated to give just because they're oh-so-poor. Because that's just stupid...and useless.

But if you have the means to just help them get started on getting a life...then it's worth it.

It's never about giving up your lifestyle and sign up to feed the dying HIV children in Africa and wear khaki shorts forever. It's not about giving up shopping for that overpriced designer item you've long saved up for. It's not about staying in on a borrriinngg Saturday night just because of them.

It's not about obligation, it's about choice. It's not so bad to give back. We already have too much junk anyway. How much shoes can you wear in a lifetime anyway, right? ;)

If a twat like me could care...how much more YOU?

Nike x Zadig & Voltaire and introducing "Sneaker Fever"

Too-many sneaker talks...and blog posts, has resulted to one crazy (but serious) idea to make yet another blog.

Introducing: SNEAKER FEVER

Yeah, like really I don't have enough trouble maintaining just ONE blog...I'd have to work double-crap time researching for another one?!

And the geniuses who came up with the idea still haven't called to send in their contributions for the latest posts. So for now, it's just BB and I clamoring to find material for the new site. You really don't have much of a choice, so deal with it. Haha.

I have to admit though, the research part is actually quite fun. Check out my latest find. Aren't they just purrty? ;)

I really hope you guys could check it out and support the new blog. I've been steering away from my bed, my couch, and my remote just because of that. :) Oh well, at least I'm actually doing something. Because my reputation for my incompetence has exceeded all of my expectations and nobody would hire me for a real job. :(

Bah...who cares? I don't want to work for some stuck-up-feeling-all-corporate-bitch of a boss, or a pretentious jerk who feels he's all that anyway. I, who's sorely jobless, have more than his annual but-oooh-"corporate" salary. Pfft...Bitch, please.

What is with this current craze disease Filipino mentality that you just have to exert 1000% more effort in "building an image" and "looking superior/rich" than actual concentration on their JOBS? The jobs that actually fucking fuel their oh-so-precious lifestyle!

Sigh...anybody needs a housemaid? I honestly would rather be just that, than a fucking Med Rep who thinks she's all that. You know who you are.

Seriously, hire me! I'll wash the dishes, and sweep the floors. I now know how to do both. Just don't make me do your dirty laundry though...and cook. I can't do both even if my life depended on it.

Either that, or just support the site. :) DO IT!

Nike Free X-Girl

Japanese company, Atmos and X-Girl has collaborated with Nike, and came up with 3 wild versions of Nike Free: Free, Free 5.0, and Free Trail 5.0.

I couldn't stand the other two, so I decided to post just these:

I'm not big on fashion, although I do appreciate it just as much as any other materialistic hag out there...but I don't know enough to know whether or not leopard prints and crazy bright colors are what's hot right now...or the world really is just bankrupt of creative ideas nowadays. :)

All I know is, these sneakers are so hilarious, and just...BUGLY, I just might actually BUY AND WEAR them! Haha.

A stroke of epiphany...

After years and years of whining, I have come to realize that in a way, I am still lucky to be at the very least, alive. I'll spare you all the drama...but I just really need to let this out: I think I have started to realize how lucky I am still compared to most people, especially in a country unfortunate enough to be stricken by immense poverty.

I may not be as pretty, talented, skilled, well-adjusted, sane, and definitely not as rich as most people, but I am lucky to be me.

We all are.

I should be so grateful. And I think I'm slowly getting there. Not totally...yet, but getting there, nevertheless.

And it only had to take a cup of coffee and one cigarette to slap me with that realization.

Third-world sneakers

Let me just say...

Whatever, and however you might feel about the Philippines, it doesn't really matter. ;)

I may not be one to go around the city (let alone the whole nation) and join protest rallies against...well, anything. And I may not be a Filipino that my country and people would be proud of --past, present, and probably the future, as well. In fact, I'm actually not a good citizen at all. I don't support the administration. I could care less about the opposition. I bitch about the system. I rant about the economy. I sass about the (modern) culture. I embrace the order of other nations, and I can never seem to run out of justifications to leave this country at least twice a year.

I am not a good Filipino...but damn it, I AM ONE.

So let me just scream to the world how ecstatic I am to have found out that two of my favorite things in the world, sneakers and the Philippine flag, have been hybridized:

The Nike Air Force One Philippines

Aren't they just purrty? :D Well, for Filipinos, dapat lang noh!

First it was Tim Yap's limited-edition wristwatch, now this. We should all be so happy Pinoys. :D

There's already too much Brazil and Jamaica in the market! After having all those OFWs scattered all over the globe, there's got to be at least ONE of you out there who's for Nike, Puma, Adidas, etc... SPEAK UP TO YOUR BOSSES YOU BROWN NOSERS!

Stand up for the third world!

We all know that hardly anybody believes in Ninoy's "The Filipinos are worth dying for..." anymore, but come on people! Nobody's asking you to die for them...just push that flag to your bosses and hopefully let them see the potential! ;) You never know, if you actually get a nod, it could be the biggest break you've ever had. It'll be life-changing for you, and for all of us. And if it doesn't really work out and call you, "stupid", well...tough luck. Not my problem. ;) The fact that you actually took my advice, could probably mean you really are. :D

Seriously, the only reason why I'm pushing this so hard is because of the fact that these Air Force One's were released on July 2006, with only 500 pairs dropped worldwide. And retailed at only $245, the chances of me actually getting my hands on a pair is slim to none. So because I am frustrated as hell after hours of searching for a pair for sale online and got nothing, I am pushing you people to do your part to make a difference. To give our country a little bit of its pride back...and to give ME back my shallow and materialistic happiness for a day, or two. ;)

Trump's The Apprentice boardroom sidekick gets the boot...

It's official, Carolyn Kephcher of The Apprentice has been fired. :-D

"She became a prima donna," a presumably close, unnamed "insider" told the
newspaper. "She was giving speeches for $25,000 and doing endorsements."

Way to go, advisor and business role model... ;) You just work for "The Donald" Carolyn, you're not exactly in his league already to be acting like that. Tsk... ;)

I've watched the show a few times before, and I always thought Kephcher seemed a bit arrogant...but I never thought she was that big of a bitch in real life.

Whatever, I'm at a plateau right now and my life is boring. Too boring actually, that I'm writing about someone nobody really gives a fuck about. Even I don't care, but see, I'm taking time to write about her. Ahhh...twat!!

Discovering the wonders of disk cleanup

Around 8 o'clock last night, I decided to delete "a few" old photos and files in my computer, to make space for an upcoming project that would definitely be needing the services of my computer *groan*. Fastforward to right now, 3:14 AM on my clock, and I'm still not done. I manually scanned through all the folders in my local disk, and during the process slowly realized how much of a right-click whore I am. I have...or had sooo many saved photos from the net (all purely commercial) dating back to 2002.

Wait, does this mean I need to change my CPU as well, because it's already four years old? Awww...and I thought buying (just) a snazzy monitor would already make it a supercomputer, and I could still use it until Michael Jackson's nose falls off. Wait, that's like, next week...

192,718 KB deleted files for the photos alone. And I still have a shitload left in my disk, so I still feel kindda "dirrrty". Haha. I still have to sleep on it and think about which ones to delete forever, and the ones I think I might be able to use...say, in the next 20-30 years. With the exact same computer. :D

Gotta go get some shut-eye. I need to rest, and I plan to take off a layer of my curtains and use it to cover my computer so I wouldn't have to use it for the next few days. No wonder they said computers are bad for you...my eyes really are burning! I'm actually typing right now with my eyes closed. Believe it.