best be overdressed

I woke up today with a ghastly swelling on my left eyelid. The redness doesn’t even begin to describe how bad it is. Wearing a pair of JLO shades to work won’t even make me feel better and let’s just say tripping on everything your leg meets isn’t sexy. The explaining part I can deal with. The fact that I perhaps may have gotten this from an ant bite while I was asleep - I can’t.

Is it really that bad that I cannot even scout for those little yuckies around my bed? Either my room needs a major makeover or I need to find another time management scheme that works. The last one clearly didn’t.

UGH. I. hate. Ants. I think they are the nuisance of all nuisances in this world next to mosquitos. If I know there’s one of them around, it means that I haven’t been paying attention to my apartment or to everything around me that needs organization.

Disorganized is me.

Hey, it doesn’t make me any less human. I promise I get back to an organized life after this.

I’m packing again for my parents’ anniversary and will be leaving for CDO tonight. Would have enjoyed a very happening night tonight in CEBU but family calls first.

My favorite astrology sensei slash Tarot Card reader slash star master Michelle Patente predicted that its not going to be a good month for me.

“Oh, you’re having someone tarot-read you now?”
“Well… cards never hurt?”

Michelle is a 69 year old woman living in Georgia who I keep on close correspondence with. I love that woman. She takes pills for her vagina so that it will be healthy. (laughs) Besides, she doesn’t charge for her readings anyway. Normally, a week before the month ends, this is likely going to happen:

1. Hair, skin and everything else breaks.
2. Do not look at my fingernails.
3. My room is tornado-stricken.
4. Don’t mind me spacing out sometimes.
5. All kinds of paperwork are lodged inside my planner, my bag, my wallet and even my makeup bag.
6. …which reminds me, my makeup hues do not match anymore.
7. My eye cream suffers.
8. I’m getting all these unwanted, unknown, fugly dots and blemishes and bumps on my cheeks.
9. I lose contact with my family and friends and my dad sometimes leaves text messages like, “Do you want to go home?,” or, “Are you resigning?”
10. My last song syndrome is “…spending my time… watching the dayyss goo byyy…”
11. Friends text me “I miss you” quotes more than jokes.
12. There are coasters, glasses, for short, garbage all over the table where my computer’s at.
13. What diet?

Because of quota. Because of keeping up with monthly sales. Because of performance. Because.

I can only say one thing about this, my job is a race. EXCITING. Exhilarating. Frustrating and depressing. This is going to be gay, but I love it and I couldn’t imagine leaving this place yet. My friend Jesse pointed out that if you keep on getting tired at some job that you are in then it doesn’t make your new job any different because in time, you will tire of it, too, so might as well love this job and get tired of it at the same time. I hate to disclose it like that but I do. I. love. This. Publishing. Nuthouse.

Month after month I go through the entire process like its already a system that I cannot live without unless someone’s pulls the plug and the drain goes down – I call that the month’s end.

My favorite people are also leaving, too. So much for investing in friendships that will only be as good as the month when their resignation will take effect. But yes, friendships form when there is an effort to cultivate it. By the way, Erdman I will miss you like crazy. =)

A few people have only known the real Erdman because he is often used as an example in the Sales Training so much that soon a module could be named after him and we can just say bye to future Nancy Friedman exercises.
“Guys, think of how much money you’ll be making, you’d end up like Erdman who is earning blah… blah…”
“Erdman is the kind of seller who’d instantly close his sales with a flourish and a $10,000 minimum check up on his sleeve.”
“Think how Erdman sells – he talks to his authors like they are his second family. “

His authors are legendary and so is his laugh that rings across the floor. You know – kind of like a cross between a chipmunk and a hyena on asthma attack.
Every time Erdman is summoned to training, people would not be looking at a man eager to help them get to the sales floor but they would be ogling at a huge dollar sign in its shining, shimmering, and splendid violet glory.
FYI: There is more to him than just a dollar sign. He also has had Basic Packages, the $30 surcharge and yes, the $9.99 shipping fee.
Chalk it up to good karma but how generous Edna Carroll is to Erdman is how magnanimous Erdman is to his friends.

A few can only get away with teasing him *coughmecough* and he rarely chooses his crowd. Unless if your net rev is past $5000, then yes, he would not be choosy because you are automatically his friend and that alone doesn’t give him a choice.
We will forever miss this guy who we think is as the same race as Mariah Carey and Leona Lewis considering the fact that if his color was as white as the Scuba diving picture he was on, a mere, “OH, REALLY?!” and a shocked face with palms slapped to his cheek will make us think otherwise.
Erdie, you are, a good influence ON EVERYONE and everyone has to account for that. Your FRIDAY DEVOTION spam will be missed and so are your heartfelt congratulations whenever someone makes a sale – modest at that. Our halcyon days of Midtown breakfasts, scuba divings, island hoppings and momentous lunches will not end here.

Remember Mama’s words, “It’s not over until its over!”

“Two semi-punches.”
“A cross between a slap and a punch?”
“Yes, all four knuckles.”
“I didn’t know you have a following as a boxer.”
Flexes biceps.
“He must have been knocked down.”
“Winging it!”
“Poor guy.”
“Poor me! Should have given him 9.”
“9?”
“Because after the 8th, my hands would be dead cramped by then.”
“You scare me.”
“I scare myself. I have no idea I could do that.”
“So did he. Hun, your market value just dipped down –“
showed a stretched arm.
“…like this.”
“Ugh, I should not have lost it. Soo… sooo tacky.”
“Good for you to realize tacky.”
“I thought I was classy compared to that fugly girl he was with.”
“Uh-uh. Classy for you called in sick that night. She was classi-ER.”
“Even if she looked like she could use a little eyeshadow?”
“Who was shrieking more?”
“How could he choose her?”
Automatic. “Nothing’s wrong with you.”
“Of course there is nothing wrong with me. Everything IS wrong with him! Her! Whatever.”
“See? See? You’re shrieking now.”
“I SHRIEK???”
“Um, you were a tad loud.”
“You are my friend – this is the part where you’re supposed to go, Oh, no, you did great.”
“Oh, no, you did great!”
Whacks.
“Hey, you can’t blame me. I told you to sit still.”
“I thought you wanted me to stop stroking the butter knife like its gold.”
“He already knows he’s a prick after the first blow. A knife would end that moment.”
“Yeah, perhaps a bullwhip, a Trojan horse, an icepick.”
“You’re hurt, I know, that’s why I let you go on.”
“No, you love going over the scene lots of times – that’s why.”
“Best drama – action – cum telenovela moment in 2008.”
Giggle.
“…and you’re in the middle of it all.”
“Our friends would applaud.”
“Mom is close to coming here in Cebu and take me back.”
“She’d disown you if you take him back!”
“Is he going to go after me?”
“We should get a restraining order.”
“Right. He still has the keys to my apartment.”
“No, no. A restraining order for YOU.”

I fear-factored myself when I said yes to Erdman who wanted to go scuba diving last weekend. Erdman, by the way, is one of my favorite persons in the whole world. He is undergoing this phase between determining whether he will be a priest in 5 years or not. So far, that regency has earned him the best job that could bring him thousands of moolah a month (and he doesn’t even have any need for it), trips to God knows where with me and the Breakfast Club and of course, our Fridays spent in church.

No, I didn’t enthrall him with my charms but friendship with Erdman has been one of my highlights of 2008. It pays to have friends who give you good influence.

“I feel bad if we have fun without putting God as the center of our day.” He’d always say that everytime we take him to bars, or places of sin as he calls it.

We did. We prayed all the way to Punta Engaño, Lapu Lapu and we prayed hard before plunging deep into this island.

Andrea, Erdman and moi.

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SECOND DATE. My girlfriend huffed and puffed on my bed. She practiced the pout we’ve been trying to master all season.

“It’s been 2 weeks.”
“When’s the longest?”
“Three days.”
“Didn’t you just see him last week?”
“That is just it. I did. And everything was ok, and we were so good.”
“Or you think you were so good.”
Baffled. “Well, what would make it not good?”
“You are the only one who can answer that.”
“It was good. Everything went well – he even kissed me before saying good night.”
“Ohhh…”
“What’s with the knowing Ohhh…?”
“You slept with him!”
“Ummm…”
“You slut!”
“I cannot help it!”
“What, you just happen to be horizontal together and that’s it?”
“…he said that we had a moment…”
“…and that he had fun?”
“…said I was special and he cannot imagine having anything like what we had with anyone else…”
“…even kissed you on the forehead?”
Audible pause.
“I’m screwed.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Does that mean he’s not gonna call?”
“What for?”
“Well, talk. I mean, he really likes me. And I, him!”
“That’s mental.”
Sigh. “And physical…”
“Yuck. Need I not know.”
“If nothing – after another week, then let’s just say we move forward.”
“NO!! What if I call him myself?”
“Double no. Then you’ll end up thinking he just wanted to talk to you because you called him first r if he really do want to talk to you.”
“Then I’ll wait till he calls then?”
“Did he say he was gonna call?”
“Uhuh?”
“you could have gone, if I don’t hear anything from you, can I call you instead?”
Horrified. “I would never say that.”
“Point. Taken.”
“Do you realize we’ve been going at this for minutes now?”
“This is such a waste of time!”
“Next time we do this, we should bring out a scalpel and a Voodoo doll.”

Kaskade last year was a blast at SRP for a paltry sum of what — 1100 for VIP?

See preview below.

WELL… since everything increases merely at 10% (i.e. rice, gas, whatnot) it is just natural
that they’d jack up prices for this year’s concert at the Loft.

Sorry to not indulge - all photos at the multiply site are for contacts only.

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Not much else to say is there. One of my bestfriends beat me to it.
Read here.
So much, so much.
Where do I start? Maybe by that time you lost control you weren’t thinking straight… or that time

when you think of the world of a person and he just disappointed you… or you were just blind.
Crazy. Silly. Sexy. Funny. Let it all be ONE LESSON.

How is it possible that you’d let a year (stopped counting seasons already) go by without going through one season that gives you an excuse to be uh, naked! And nubile! And wet!

Say hi to your cruel summer cast: Quennie, Levi, Raven, Erika, Andrea and Maegan.

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I let you miss the sunrise at 6am but knowing you couldn’t make it to Bohol was the best part of getting up that Saturday morning. Should we go through the stalling and the goodbye part again?
Your Philippines experience was best described as uneventful… I’m glad to be part of it.
Go back to your life now where more people worry about you.
I’ll be hearing those ‘bars’ soon.
More stalling.

MORE PICTURES HERE.