When I say "chuk-chak!"

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Sat, 08 Nov 2008 06:41:04 GMT

10:14 I want Barbie's Peek-A-Boo Petites. The lot of them. #
10:14 And a new 660 F. But why don't they come in red? #
11:40 It's worth it. It's worth it. It's worth it. #

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Sun, 26 Oct 2008 06:07:21 GMT

13:17 @sonielle What happened? #
13:17 Anthony Bourdain is in the Philippines. Apparently, he was spotted during the Masskara festival. Pinoys? Ready...Set...EAT!!!! #
13:41 i35.tinypic.com/1z4zqs6.jpg - HEL-LO BABY #

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pop quiz

Wed, 22 Oct 2008 03:40:17 GMT

I asked Jamie this last night and she very nearly killed me, so I'm going to ask you guys. (Yes, that sentence makes sense.)

Let's pretend for one moment that you ladies have suddenly reached the hotness status usually reserved for women of the unattainable kind (Monica, Angelina, Nicole, whomever). Not that I'm saying you guys are not hot, quite the contrary, but compared to those women, we are tepid at best.

Anyway. Let's pretend.

Due to your hotness, you have three men chasing after you. Namely Viggo, Gerard and Hugh (Jackman). I will not tell you to pick one, because that would be cruel. Instead, which one would you shag, marry or cliff? Now, do not follow Jamie's example and answer "Shag 'em all." That's not right. And given these men, after such excercise, you will be able to park a Huey in there. We don't want that.

Okay girls (and/or boys), which would you shag, marry or cliff?

I'm leaving this unlocked so you can ask your friends to answer as well.

Dear Lord,

One of my dreams has always been for Whilce Portacio to turn me into a drawing. That desire has never waned. Make it come true.

Amen.

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Tue, 14 Oct 2008 06:04:55 GMT

11:02 I should be well advised to just go with the flow and to enjoy it while it's lust. #
12:16 tinyurl.com/3zy7dr - sad :( #

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Fri, 10 Oct 2008 06:04:01 GMT

13:15 community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/28647236.html - first photo is adorable, even if I do say so myself. #

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Thu, 09 Oct 2008 06:09:15 GMT

08:53 My brain cannot process how hot this bit of news is: tinyurl.com/4mbff2 #
09:09 tinyurl.com/3l46x3 - DED. #

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Wed, 08 Oct 2008 06:07:34 GMT

21:41 I'm deeply suspicious of people who don't like to eat. If you can deny your body sustenance, what else are you stingy with?? #
21:42 That and people who don't read for enjoyment. #
21:44 And in case I didn't yell it loudly enough the first time: I GOT THE JOB!!! Right. Going to bed now. #

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Tue, 07 Oct 2008 06:04:59 GMT

10:26 I have a (nearly) inch long scratch under my left eyelid. I thought I would go blind. Ask me how I got it. #

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Fri, 03 Oct 2008 06:42:26 GMT

13:44 tinyurl.com/4tucht - look at those eyes... #
14:06 I still want to know if haggis tastes like sisig, #

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Thu, 25 Sep 2008 06:06:41 GMT

07:27 Hairspray in November with Kim! That's my super-late birthday gift to myself. #

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Thu, 18 Sep 2008 06:06:25 GMT

00:58 WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!?! #
08:33 Editing is almost always tough. Editing an ADB project's synopsis is even tougher. #

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Wed, 17 Sep 2008 06:06:00 GMT

06:29 Eric looks drunk...and not in the good way. When he smiles he looks like he's in pain. #
12:21 Rusty, rusty, rusty. But it's all in there. All I needed were a few metaphors and now the gears are turning slowly :) #

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Wed, 10 Sep 2008 06:05:16 GMT

14:12 When's the fishball guy coming, dammit?! #

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Tue, 09 Sep 2008 06:04:32 GMT

15:16 Jessica Stam izzatchu??? tinyurl.com/6c9a9j #

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Mon, 08 Sep 2008 06:04:12 GMT

07:23 Dude. I so did not need to see Harry Potter's wand ... tinyurl.com/5s9op6 #
10:13 Haven't had this much fun sharing a meal with people in a while. My, that was ungrammatical. #
10:17 @teckie That's not really good news... #
13:37 community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/27608647.html - blanketing statements, anyone? #
13:46 I'm going to make an Arthur DePins moodtheme. Will any of you guys use it? #

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Fri, 05 Sep 2008 06:03:59 GMT

18:29 tinyurl.com/5j96ym = HAPPY HAPPY! JOY! JOY!!!!!!!!!!!! #

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Wed, 03 Sep 2008 06:03:54 GMT

21:06 community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/27406614.html - MAKE HER STOP OR I WILL TAKE A HIT OUT ON HER!!!!!!!!!!!!! #

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Tue, 02 Sep 2008 06:04:52 GMT

20:11 No matter how old you become, when your ex-nanny is brought into the picture, you will forever be three years old. #

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Mon, 01 Sep 2008 06:05:24 GMT

13:35 Caprese salad, sausages and a brownie. Lunch of champions. #
13:35 @teckie The same way they spell their school's name Al Salle, anyone? #
13:43 Hair is short. Quite short. But even I'm not gullible enough to believe that my world will 180 after a haircut. Would be nice, though. #
13:45 A Great And Terrible Beauty, you will be mine. Thank God for multiple paychecks. #

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Sun, 24 Aug 2008 06:05:24 GMT

10:50 My distrust and DISLIKE of men with names that start with 'J' rose a couple of million notches. DO NOT TRUST. #
10:52 I have...*counts on fingers* 7 days left. 7 days, that's including today. Of course, yesterday i just had to have a crisis. OF COURSE. #

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Sat, 23 Aug 2008 06:04:04 GMT

15:36 @teckie Shempre, I have to read that. Where can I read it? #
15:43 Gwen and Gavin's new son is named Zuma. Salma Hayek's daughter is named Valentina. Let's hope they end up together. #
09:17 @teckie THANKS! Mahirap i-deny na kahit na soooooobrang baduy, nakakaaddict sha.... #

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Fri, 22 Aug 2008 07:47:06 GMT

18:20 First on the list: haircut. Horrifying thought. You know how I am about my hair. #
18:21 It just occurred to me that I will be 31 in a month. Not as scary as I thought. #

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Sat, 15 Mar 2008 19:02:35 GMT

Dinner with A at Ebisu tonight. Sushi spread was excellent, as always. Eastwood was calm tonight, but still a little too pretentious for my taste. Had chai afterwards and it was wonderful - felt like a hug from a friend after a bad day.

Nothing to report on yet, only that after the disaster that was last month, after getting ,y paycheck and checking on whether or not I can finally make a down payment on the estate I've had my eye on, I realized I was still broke, and will probably continue being so for a while. Sucks.

Kaspersky-ed my PC this morning, so I'm safe. The babies graduated from their first year in pre-school so we're all giggly and bouncing around with excess energy.

That's my report.

How are you?

When do you show?

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 09:27:44 GMT

The Spleen Monologues

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 07:48:22 GMT

I am often asked: What is your problem?

Let me as you the same question: What is your problem?

When you look at the mirror you feel a deep, unquenchable discontent because no matter what products or services you buy, you will never, ever look the way TV commercials and magazines say you should. The cosmetics, fashion, health and fitness industries are sustained by your eternal dissatisfaction and the prenicious self-loathing that is called "self improvement."

You work for a person you do not respect, whose main qualification is that he is related or somehow connected to the powers that be in your professional universe. You take orders from someone of lesser ability, who criticizes your work because he knows that you know ge doesn't deserve his position, and dammit, because he can. The promotion that should've gone to you goes to someone whose ability to suck up to the boss would shame the most powerful vacuum cleaner. You stay in a job you hate, among people you can't stand, because you have bills to pay and a lifestyle you have to maintain whether you like it or not you actually like it.

You receive advice you don't want from people who say they care about you and have your best interests at heart, but are actually using you to delude hemselves that their lives are wonderful. (They need you more than you need them, ever think of that? Without poor little you to give advice to, who would they be superior to?)

You are considered a loser because you refuse to compromise your standards and settle for whoever is willing and available. You are called immature by people who jumped on the first warm body that happened along because they were afraid to be alone.

You are judged not on merits but on externals. Your clothes. Your car. Your looks. Your possessions. Your address. Your friends, the people you claim to be your friends, the people you think are your friends. the club you belong to. You are defined by furnishings in your house, the model of your car, the version of your software, the size of your cellphone, the labels on your clothes, the restaurants you dine in, the television sitcoms you watch, the new spiritual philosophies you subscribe to. "This is you," the salesperson says with a cloying smile holding up a product worth exactly one-fiftieth of it's price, and somewhere in the back of your mind you know that this is not you, but you take out your credit card and bury yourself deeper in debt because you can't afford not to buy what everyone else is buying. Better to be in hock than to be different. There is safety in numbers.

You are under pressure to follow the trends, which the minute they become trends, are on their way to obsolescence. You are required to eat food that is supposed to make you live longer, but which is so tasteless you wonder why people would want to live longer. You get tired of being called Fatty, so you follow diets and exercise regimens to lose weight, when it is a fact of life that you will gain all that weight back and more.

You see stupidity, self-delusion, and arrogance everywhere you turn.

When people say "Be yourself," they mean you should be more like them. When they say "It's okay to be different," they neglect to add, "But not too Different."

And when you vent your anger, people shrug their shoulders and say, "That's the way things are, there's nothing you can do about it."

Between you and me, I'm the happy one.

- The Spleen Monologues
Jessica Zafra, 12 Aug 2000