Pacman vs Marquez

present!

all pure, natural high. need I say more?

(since our butts are about to be shipped to charleston blvd, las vegas, nevada, will be watching it live in the near future)

Tagged!

Got this tag from lang .

Copy this entire list of questions and change all the answers so that they apply to you. Then tag and pass it along to other blogging friends. Let’s see how well we can get to know one another!

1. What is your occupation?
Registered Nurse/Nurse Instructor/Grad student/NCLEX tutor/frustrated GRO/Aspiring photographer/Net whore/yaya/mummy/driver/kantatera

2. What color are your socks right now?
none

3. What are you listening to right now?
Jesus of Suburbia -Green Day

4. What was the last thing that you ate?
sinigang ala Ate Marj

5. Can you drive a stick shift?
hell yeah baby! Sally is a 1.3 manual bitch. Di na ko sanay sa matic. I unconsciously always look for the clutch pad.

6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?purple, regal and serene (same here!)

7. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
Ate Maricel

8. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Yes. One of my coolest net friends. Astig!

9. Favorite drink?
Coke light. Pepsi Max. San Mig Light.

10. What is your favorite sport to watch?
so sorry. not sporty.

11. Have you ever dyed your hair?
obviously, yes.

12. Dog named?
Ganja (the pitbull), Weed (the sickly pomeranian)

13. Favorite food?
fastfood!

14. Last movie you watched?
Jumper. (showing na pala Kite Runner! thanks for the update, Lang!)

15. Favorite Day of the year?
Any non-toxic day

16. What do you do to vent anger?
blog. shoot. jog. magic sing.

17. What was your favorite toy as a child?
microscope! D'oh!

18. What is your favorite, fall or spring?
summer!

19. Hugs or kisses?
hugs AND kisshies

20. What kind of pie?
tina-pie

21. Do you want your friends to email you back?Or answer this tag?
yup

22. Who is most likely to respond?
no idea as of the moment

23. Who is least likely to respond?
walang internet access

24. Living arrangements?
on a separate quarters inside my parents lot.

25. When was the last time you cried?
I forgot

26. What is on the floor of your closet?
mess

27. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to?
Ate Peachy. Whole lifetime.

28. The friend you have known the shortest amount of time that you are sending this to?
Online buddies

29. Favorite smell?
Issey Miyake. Drakkar.

30. What inspires you?
Skye Michael Vincent

31. What are you afraid of?
failure

32. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers?
cheese

33. Favorite car?
Sally. Toyota Vios 2006 m/t.

34. Favorite cat breed?
no cats please

35. Number of keys on your key ring?
4. car keys. office key. house keys.

36. How many years at your current job?
2 years

37. Favorite day of the week?
Friday

38. How many provinces have you lived in?
none

39. How many countries have you been to?
been to planets

I'm tagging Ate Peach, kuting kitten, kaye, ciara, rosyel.

Hoping It'd Get Lovelier the Second Time Around

I was once sooo afraid...



I know the fear has always been there for so long. Much longer than I can remember.



I fear of failure. Of not being able to pull it off.



I've done it once... and failed miserably.



I hated how people saw me after that. No matter how they try to look sympathetic for you and your miseries, they will, and always WILL talk behind your back.



I hated the sinking feeling when it doesn't fit the way you want it to, no matter how much you tried to make it work. You know you've already done everything you could, endured painful hours of sacrifice, and resisted lots of temptation (which is so damn hard) all because you want to be the perfect fit... but still, to no avail.



I hated the fact that you sometimes show people how happy and comfortable you are being in it, even if you know it's killing you inside and it's making your stomach growl eveytime. It does strain you to your very core, but just to uplift the honor, you'd grin and bear it... EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME!



I hated the feeling of having all eyes on you just because you took the risk. It's as if all the people around you haven't took the same risk you did. Nobody really cares, right? But why it's as if everyone's eyes is on you, waiting for that small slip to get noticed even before you know it.



I hated the feeling of being too controlled... of being too inhibited on how I ought to move or act lest it gives way and departs from my whole vulnerable being just because I was too "galawgaw".



I hated the thought of being seen. What would they say? That it's so improper for a mom to do? That a woman a few weeks short of being granted her annulment papers and reclaiming singleness and her old surname suddenly became this wild and immoral?



I hated the social stigma it brings. We Filipinos were brought up to be conservative. Other than that, in a culture such as this, what I am going through right now is still kinda unacceptable for most of our conservative freaky society (trust me, I'd allow my son or sisters to do it as many times as they want to).



I hated the way I looked. It was as if jumping into one of these too soon was one of the reasons it failed miserably the first time. I wasn't good enough... will I be good enough this time around?



I hated the feeling of having to live up to expectations. I was afraid of not being able to fit the bill like they thought I was supposed to.



I hated the feeling of having every inch of me exposed to another.



I hated the possibility that it would show my flaws in public.



I hated being in it.



Now things took a 180 degree turn.



Realizing that you can have something better than what you had before, it suddenly made you think, What the heck? I don't wanna live the rest of my life wondering about the might-have-been's and shoulda, woulda coulda's. I am at the prime of my life. I so deserve this. To hell with what other people may think! I am happy, and being in another one of these will make me love myself more than I could ever imagine. It's time for me to take the risk. Even though that the possibility of failing again is still there, that won't make me stop experiencing this. I've moved on from the past mistake and I am now very much willing to go through it again. Much more confident this time because I now know better.



And I love the feeling!



I am no longer afraid...



I deserve to be happy, and I hope everyone can be happy for me as well...


I'm ready this time...



Pucha! Ang init na kasi! Damn the diet! Damn what you'd all think!





I'm now ready, very ready, to don a much better fitting bikini and HIT THE BEACH!!!






Can't wait for summer. :)

Fill 'em up!

I have told you before of how much I hated filling up forms, especially when it contains questions that leave you choosing between a mere yes or no. I hated it so much that I am now on my last day of filling it up and pressing the "informing the firm" before it hits the deadline. (That and maybe I am still ambivalent bout this immigrating thing. heehee). I also hate it so much that yes, I took a day off from work just so I could focus on this thing. Talk about pet peeves and all!

As I got to the part of filling the Client Intake Sheet for Nurses, that's when I started to crack up because of the ultimate absurdities I have to answer. If only I was THAT crazy, I'd be screwing this thing big time! Below are the following questions that unfortunately, someone as "pilosopo" as me have to answer:

Have you ever, in or outside the U.S. Knowingly committed any crime of moral turpitude or a drug-related offense for which you have not been arrested? - gee... I'm so sorry... Am no politician's daughter. Does getting away with traffic offences count? I am nearly perfecting my "please don't give me a ticket" pout already e.

Have you ever, in or outside the U.S. been arrested, cited, charged, indicted, fined, or imprisoned for breaking or violating any law or ordinance, excluding traffic violations? - no. I wish I was Paris Hilton, but I'm just too darn fat to pull it off.

Have you ever, in or outside the U.S. Been the beneficiary of a pardon, amnesty, rehabilitation decree, other act of clemency or similar action? - nearly. Will run to the hills and join them NPA dudes just for kicks.

Have you ever Within the past 10 years been a prostitute or procured anyone for prostitution, or intend to engage in such activities in the future? - hmmm... tempting! I once became a wife, the most expensive form of prostitution - does this count? And I'm planning to be a world class pimp too! How 'bout that?

Have you ever Engaged in any unlawful commercialized vice, including, but not limited to, illegal gambling? - Is this a trick question? I'm going to Vegas! Where all vices are legal! It's like asking me "Are you fun enough for Vegas?". How 'bout making fun of posers?

Have you ever Knowingly encouraged, induced, assisted, abetted or aided any alien to try to enter the U.S. illegally? - This is supposed to be one top secret, but... remember Roswell?
Have you ever Illicitly trafficked in any controlled substance, or knowingly assisted, abetted or colluded in the illicit trafficking of any controlled substance? - Imagined it a couple of times. Aaaahhh.... The druglord life!

Have you ever engaged in, conspired to engage in, or do you intend to engage in, or have you ever solicited membership or funds for, or have you through any means ever assisted or provided any type of material support to, any person or organization that has ever engaged or conspired to engage, in sabotage, kidnapping, political assassination, hijacking, or any other form of terrorist activity? - I only terrorize students who are on the brink of getting a 5.0 from me.

Do you intend to engage in the U.S. in espionage? - Knowing my being a James Bond fan, yes I would in my fantasy world. Would be so nice to utter lines like "I'm Onatopp, Xenia Onatopp" and smother enemies using my big, fat legs.

Do you intend to engage in the U.S. in the U.S. in any activity a purpose of which is opposition to, or the control or overthrow of, the Government of the United States, by force, violence or other unlawful means? - I'm a Filipino, right? Filipinos are notorious for wanting to overthrow every administration by force.

Have you ever been a member of, or in any way affiliated with, the Communist Party or any other totalitarian party? - umm... no. How about some Rave party?

Did you, during the period March 23, 1933 to May 8, 1945, in association with either the Nazi Government of Germany or any organization or government associated or allied with the Nazi Government of Germany, ever order, incite, assist or otherwise participate in the persecution of any person because of race, religion, national origin or political opinion? - WTF???

Have you ever engaged in genocide, or otherwise ordered, incited, assisted or otherwise participated in the killing of any person because of race, religion, nationality, ethnic origin, or political opinion? - Yes I have! *sobbing* I'm so sorry to those ants cohabitating with me on my bathroom sink!

Are you under a final order of civil penalty for violating section 274C of the Immigration Act for use of fraudulent documents or have you, by fraud or willful misrepresentation of a material fact, ever sought to procure, or procured, a visa, other documentation, entry into the U.S., or any other immigration benefit? - Lemme check... my passport says "Charlize Theron". Oooops!

Have you ever left the U.S. to avoid being drafted into the U.S. Armed Forces? - If only they asked about the things I've done to escape CAT!

Do you plan to practice polygamy in the U.S.? - I am not a bombshell actress. I don't even intend to get married again anytime soon (unless...)! This is funny! Who would ever want to have more than one pain-in -the-ass husband? Think about it... divorce costs, the emotional trauma, the hassle of filling up multiple forms such as this, having more than two wedding dresses, yada...yada... Ok, so I'm bitter, but polygamy just won't do. Can men, like, say "Marry me" when they really mean it? Ask me again if we're talking about Joaquin Phoenix, Brandon Routh, and John Travolta... I just might reconsider.

Have you, or your spouse or children been convicted of a felony? - How about the potential to become one. heehee.



Of course, I had to restrain myself and answer it with all sincere and unfortunately BORING honesty.




NO.

Beeyotch!

Today was bitchy day. 'Nuff said.

...

...Ok, today was bitchy day because it's been so long since I've last been bitchy. I deserve to be bitchy, and I miss being bitchy ! I need my bitch partner and was yearning for his presence the whole day. I can't wait till this Saturday which is as of now scheduled to be our bitching day.

It started because it was my third day suffering from the curse of Eve (believe me, with women? being on their period is ENOUGH reason to be bitchy). I was hoping that things would get better by the afternoon but my bitchiness kinda hit it's peak after sending a student out of my classroom in the middle of my lecture (I soooo hate cellphones inside my class, especially if the message alert tone is "Beautiful Girls" or "Papaya"). Counting from one to ten after that, I already thought I have already mastered the art of anger management when the discovery that my students failed to research on something I told them to disrupted me from reaching my place of Zen. That, my friends, resulted in a 30 minute sermon of how they should be more responsible and all statements that made me sound like my mother (love you, mum!). It is because I always had this feeling that ever since I started to embrace the wacky world of teaching, I will always have something to do when the time comes that they begin to poke patients for the rest of their lives. And when God forbid anyone of them screws up, I will blame myself for not being too bitchy enough to give them the bitchiness required when they needed it the most.

The day passed by with me still being a hag but mellowed down when I had to talk to one of my student's mom into considering the idea of having her child shift to another course. I really hate it when I do that, but the job calls for it. It's one of those "principle" things that you have to stand for even if that means being, well, a bitch.

So off the afternoon went, with me receiving lots (and I mean LOTS of chocolates and an engraved keychain from some students), which made me even more cranky realizing that chocolates (especially Lindt and Ghirardelli's) are something I can't resist and will form into something that will constantly remind me of my weakness as that thing called flabs. Why the hell can't I just eat them chocos and still be reed thin like Paris Hilton? Damn you Cosmo! Damn you!

Going home, my bitch-o-meter finally reached it's lowest at this day. I was drained. It's like anger sucked the energy out of me and that glass of red wine just validated it.

Crazy friend called me up and asked me to check my mail because of something he sent. That's when I realized that it was already days since I last saw my inbox. Armed with my virus infested laptop and a lousy service provider, I visited Gmail after a long while and got, among many messages, a series of pics, Friendster notices and an email from the immig lawyer.

"pare, gandang chick nun a!"

"Are you slashing your wrist, miss?"

Just in case you might be wondering why I am always off center, it is because I am just an extra to the whole thing. See, this was one of crazy friend's series of architectural designs that needed to get caught on cam so I just lent support by gracing them pics! Hehehehehe....

...OK, and darn proud too. There! :P.

Next mail I opened was this one from Littler Mendelson P.C. that brought the headache back all over again. Who wouldn't when it requires you to do these?:

1. Complete the G28 Questionnaire

2. Complete the I-140 Questionnaire

3. Complete the 750B Questionnaire

4. Complete the 9089 Questionnaire

5. Gather all requisite documents and send me a copy of each if you have not already forwarded them to DaVita.

Everybody who really knows me know that one of the things I hate most was filling up forms! I just can't stand the monotony of writing stuff about you know by heart but somehow tend to forget. This is one of the reasons why I sometimes love having obedient students around. I remembered every freaking start of enrollment or obtaining public documents where you have to write things repeatedly in your ugliest handwriting. It's like that opening sequence in every "The Simpsons" episode where Bart is punished by writing "I will not (insert wacky act here)..." on the board over and over again! It also irks me that there are those very simple questions that require very simple answers but you tend to think too much so you debate on what you have just put in.

Example:

SEX: ____

hmm.... male or female? whenever I'm horny? none at all? the answer to 3+3 in a Visayan accent? damn too hard to answer...

That is why by 11 pm, I took a breather and blogged instead.

I am such a bitch.