there's gotta be more to life than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me

If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen.
Don't effin' blame the chef!

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Boys of Summer

...have gone.

...have been dispatched, rather.

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer’s out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I’m drivin’ by your house
Though I know you’re not at home

But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream
Now I don’t understand what happened to our love
But babe, I’m gonna get you back
I’m gonna show you what I’m made of

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
I see you walkin’ real slow and you’re smilin’ at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

Out on the road today, I saw a black flag sticker on a cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, "don’t look back. you can never look back."
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

~ Ataris

*.* as if! @ 6:04:00 PM • • RBJ

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

What is it about my blog?

I've been asked this question innumerable times by Voldemort.

I've been seriously contemplating on closing down this blog. I don't see any point for this anymore. The angry-psychotic-skank-contaminating-the-serene-blog universe-episode left me with that not-so-welcomed guilt. My brutal frankness and honesty has affected my closest blogger friends [except for Mar-dee-kay who was practically dangling a huge lambchop to that piranha to go terrorize his blog].

I love my friends. I don't want them hurt. I wouldn't have written that derogatory post if that angry psychotic skank did not start going around my friends' blogs spreading her disease. The post I think is pointless, anyway, because the angry psychotic skank didn't understand practically every word. If and when I do get to meet her, I'll gladly introduce her to my good ol' pal, Dictionary.

Now, there is this lingering atmosphere of discretion in my blog. Much as I would like to bare my soul as I have been doing, I do not want to upset any more closed-minded people and it makes me uncomfortable. For two days, I've typed and deleted my abstract self. It's soooo... not me.

But then, by the time I click on publish, I'm certain I would've made up my mind. If you stick around for a few more days, you just might know what my decision is.

*.* as if! @ 5:52:00 PM • • RBJ

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Gising na Tulog

Lutang pa rin ang aking diwa mula sa mga pangyayari kagabi. Pumunta kame ng Tagaytay. Nag-hemp at V. Meron pang hash pero buti hindi na nilabas. Sosyal! Vodka Tonic ang inumin na meron pang kasamang Maraschino cherry pero imbis na tonic water ay Sprite ang halo.

Meron akong nakita na hindi ko inakalang makikita ko kahit kailan sa buhay ko. Natulala na lang ako. Hindi ito bastos kung yun ang inyong iniisip. Medyo bastos na rin sa mga marurumi ang isip.

Isa lang ang soundtrack na naiisip ko para sa aming gimik - Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous ng Good Charlotte. Alam nyo na...

Bumaba kame ng Tagaytay ng 11. Nag-drive thru kame ng agahan sa Mcdo. Lintek na *KYLE* yan, kinalimutan order ko. Umikot tuloy ulet kame. Buti na lang kanila ang bahay pahingahaan na aming ginambala.

Binaba nila ako sa Festival Mall kung saan ako nakipagkita kay Francis. Binisita namin si Roselle. Nangako na kase ako sa sarili ko na hindi ko ipagpapaliban ang usapan naming magkita ng aking pinakamamahal na kasalo ng kaluluwa.

Sinundo namin siya sa Saint Clare sa Cabuyao tapos pumunta kame ng Los Baños para makipagkita kay Lou-Anne. Sa wakas, buo na ulet kame, meron pang honorary member na tunay na Tabets.

Napansin ko lang. Tatlo parati kame ng aking mga pinakamalapit kaibigan.

Ako - Roselle - Lou-Anne
Ako - Loiza - Julie
Ako - Chevy - Rossel

Sino'ng nagsabing three's a crowd? Nasa nagdadala lang yan.

Ang saya. Matutulog na ko.

P.S. Paumanhin po, Binibining Leng. Nag-crash yung telepono ko at nabura ang lahat ng numero. Salamat sa pag-imbita at asahan niyo ang aking pagdalo.

*Nung unang beses ko itong isulat, *RYAN* yung nabanggit kong pangalan na may-ari ng bahay pahingahaan. Hindi ko lang alam kung bakit. Sino'ng Ryan naman kaya yung nasa isip ko nung mga panahong iyon?!

*.* as if! @ 8:49:00 PM • • RBJ

Saturday, June 25, 2005


What do angels look like?

Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.
Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes light up the world, when you smile.
Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.
Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.
Like the rich man who showed you that it really is all possible, if only you believe.
Like the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.
Like the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't think you had one to touch.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes,all ages and skin types.
Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without.
They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.
They don't take life too seriously, they travel light.
They leave no forwarding address, they ask nothing in return.
They wear sneakers with gossamer wings, they get a deal on dry cleaning.
They are hard to find when your eyes are closed,
But they are everywhere you look, when you choose to see.

I heard this on Morning Inspirations with Erik Mana yesterday morning and it brightened my day. I just wanted to share it with you all, my angels.=)


I was watching HBO this afternoon and I happened upon this emo skaterventure movie Grind with Adam Brody. [What is it with that guy? His character in the O.C. is also an emo-lover boy-next-door.]

I saw him. He's third on my guys-to-do list after Josh and Ashton, respectively. Ladies, meet my newest angel Mike Vogel.

That's hot!^_^


Last night proved that Team Floi-Chevy-Rossel-Elaine is downright crrrazy. We're devilish angels. ^_^ I met up with them in Blue Onion a little past 11 with Rjhai in tow. Haaay... Chevy's having problems how to, uh, break up with him.

So anyway, it was sooo good to see them again especially my twin Chevy. It seemed we didn't even get separated. We easily picked up what we dropped off when she left a year ago. The only thing drastically new in the group was Rossel's skirt and heels. Rossel's very pretty but she was the sneaks-jeans-shirt type last year. She said she has to be a girly girl now that she's a model. Hahaha! She appears in a Darlington socks TV ad. She has all it takes to be considered a model now - looks, height, clothes, attitude. That is, except for the poise. That girl has to know HOW to walk as a girl.

We kicked it in Blue Onion for a while then, Rossel and I took a walk to 711 to buy mints. She also wanted to smoke a stick and she can't around her older sister Elaine. On the way back, the three decided to take a walk themselves so we took a walk altogether before settling in at OJ's. Supah cool place, we made ourselves comfy in one of the verandas with huge pillow seats.

We had to call it a night at 2AM because they have to attend a wedding this afternoon.

Tonight, we are supposed to watch Typecast in Freedom Bar to which some poser Chevy met in Myspace invited her. But as it turns out, we're going to have to ditch the gig to go to Tagaytay with Richard Gutierrez's cousins. *wink* Way to go, Rossel!^_^

*.* as if! @ 6:45:00 PM • • RBJ

Friday, June 24, 2005

Tuesdays with Morrie

Tonight at 9:00 on Hallmark Channel.

Gon' watch this first before goin' out with Chevy! Yebah!

We have to see each other on her first day back in P.I. Woohoo!^_^

*.* as if! @ 4:11:00 PM • • RBJ

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Hollywood Anorexia

I was watching The Tonight Show with Jay Leno last week. Hilary Duff was his guest. She was wearing this floral tube dress top. I don't really remember what she was wearing. I was too focused on how thin she had become.

I loved Hilary in Lizzie Maguire. She was super adorable. But, seeing her on Jay Leno, I wonder what happened to that sweet-looking girl. I know I know, she's not some Barbie doll that remains sweet-looking forever. But, what the eff?! She looks like she has been munching on nothing but parsley for a year. Her cheeks are hollow. Her bright eyes have become deep-set. Her clavicle is protruding by an inch. She looks like a skeletal specimen in Biology class, much like the lovely but equally-skeletal Mischa Barton.

We've seen it before with Christina Ricci. Hilary's case shouldn't have come as a surprise. What's up with those Hollywood stars, anyway? They're famous! They've talent! So, why torture themselves by starving to stay within a certain weight range? Are they not confident enough? Could they not see Queen Latifah? Or Jennifer Lopez, at least?

In the movie The Truth about Cats and Dogs, Noelle [Uma Thurman] explains to Abby [Janeane Garofalo] that even though models appear lusty, inside, they are hollow. They are empty because they are deprived of the better things in life, i.e. delicious satisfying meals. In their obssession to being conceived as sexy, they, most of the time, end up anorexic or bulimic.

Thank God I'm over the thin-is-in belief. Voluptous is gorgeous, baby!^_^

*.* as if! @ 6:45:00 PM • • RBJ

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Sometimes They Come Back

I'm on Cloud 9. Bliss is an understatement for what I feel.

People come in and out of our lives. We can only convince ourselves that everything happens for a reason. God has a purpose for every one of us.

It all began a couple of weeks ago, specifically the night before I went to Dagupan with TGIS. Nico sent me an SMS inviting me to hangout. We had Toska, Mountain Dew, Marlboro, Microwave Popcorn and Faces of Death DVD. It was so comforting to be with him. He asked me for help with his girlfriend which I readily heeded. But, what can I do? There is a remaining part of the girls in our society who are arrogant self-absorbed prudes.

Last week, I received an SMS from Cha. Yes, Cha is back! Apparently, she is on occupational therapy now and her mishap caused her spectacles which isn't so bad `cause now, she looks friendlier than ever. Hihihi.^_^ I'm supposed to meet up with her sometime within the week.

Last Friday, I was on my way to work when Hush played on my phone. It was an unlisted number. I usually don't answer anonymous callers but, what the hey, how many prank calls do you receive at 8 in the morning?^_^ "Hey there, sexy." It turns out to be Abe! We met up in Dematisse that night. Joycee, her officemate Jerry, and her cousin Ryan were with me. As usual, I went home at 7 AM of Saturday.^_^

Last Monday, I almost fell of my chair when I received this SMS: "Bloi Fuloi, guess who's back!Ü" It was an anonymous SMS but only one person calls me Bloi Fuloi and that is... Rozl d' Belle!^_^ I haven't even accepted the fact that she formally entered the convent and now, she's an ordinary citizen again. Remember this?She's still too fragile to go out, though. If all goes well, I might visit her this weekend.

Yesterday morning, I woke up to CG buddy John checking up on me. Apparently, he saw my "Vanilla Sky" post on Friendster. Tomorrow, we both wish we were dead. But we'll talk talk about it tomorrow. Haha labo mann.

At lunch, I received another anonymous phone call. "Pinakagwapong brod mo toh sa San Beda." Nyahaha! It's Rendel! He lost his cellphone AGAIN. That guy gives away his cellphones to strangers quite frequently. We might go out one of these days. He wants me to meet his sweet sweet girlfriend Nadine. I haven't met her yet but from Rendel's stories, I think she's one cool open-minded womyn.

This morning, I woke up to an SMS from Mika. Good thing I woke up at 5AM; we texted before he slept. Before I had a job, Mika and I were insomniac buddies. We would talk for hours to end about anything until finally, someone stifles a yawn. That's why he couldn't believe it that I slept at 10 last night and woke up THAT early. Good thing also that I somehow convinced him to get into texting. Hihihi. He didn't even have a cellphone when we met.

At 3 PM, another anonymous phone call. "Kaninong dimples ang perfect match ng smile mo?" My mesmerizing smile increases its charm whenever JP is around. Remember my childhood sweetheart? We haven't set a date yet but we agreed to catch up sometime.

Now, while I'm typing this, I'm chatting with my faithful slave Carlo who I haven't seen in a year and who I stood up at the Fete dela Musique. He's in the advertising industry and he'll see what he can do for li'l ol' me.

On Friday, Chevy will be arriving from California!!! Right on time, my dear twin. We're gonna go shank some skanks.

I just noticed. These anonymous callers have to come up with some recognizable line when asked who they are instead of simply telling me their names.

Someone else came back. But, not the way everyone else did. It makes me want to wish he never came back at all.

*.* as if! @ 5:39:00 PM • • RBJ

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Cardinal Jaime Sin (1927-2005)

Another effective leader of the church passed away today. It's scary. Could the apocalypse be around the corner?

Let us all pray for the eternal repose of the soul of our dear cardinal.

Read about it here.

*.* as if! @ 12:22:00 PM • • RBJ

Monday, June 20, 2005

Such Insolence and Betise

This has gone far out of hand. At first, I thought I could keep up with it but, unfortunately, my assailant proved more ridiculous than I deemed possible. She cannot present a worthy cause for such behavior - lack of netiquette as aptly stated by Abi. The only evidence we have proves that she is an INSECURE UNCULTURED OTIOSE IMBECILE whose vocabulary is limited to nonsensical blabble.

She claims this is not about Lex though she discovered my blog by searching his name. She tormented me because I fell in love with my own fraternal brother who I could claim seduced me at some degree, not a stranger as she alleges. Obviously, she doesn't even have the straight facts and she didn't even bother to investigate because I suppose intellectually-incapacitated people are impulsive like that. I can only wonder what her purpose/s is/are for this kind of rampage.

I repulsed for the mere reason that I refuse to tolerate such disrespect and foolishness in my own blog. MY OWN BLOG. Perhaps, I should have just brushed it off. But no, Floi is not a pushover. I'll fight for my right and I have the right to protect my name in MY OWN TURF. But now, I don't care about myself anymore. I am incredibly embarrassed to my blogger friends whom I respect who were dragged into this situation. I have a purpose and that is to protect my friends.

Here's an advice to all angry psychotic skanks:
You cannot prove yourself better by barging in to people's homes and acting all righteous. In case you haven't figured it out, it's a situation where you can only lose. You cannot accomplish anything. Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

I suggest you open your own blog which, judging by your perceptible IQ, you will learn how to in TEN YEARS. Then, go find friends in the blog universe which I assure you I would make certain you would NEVER have. Then, rant and cuss anyone to your heart's content. Nobody would say a word, unless of course, you find equally-dunce people who will applaud you with their lips on your buttcheek.

Oh, one last thing, women who claim they are beautiful at the expense of calling others ugly are those who are too pathetic to say that they are beautiful in their own right. You may be pretty to look at, but whatever comes out of your mouth [or typed by your fingers in this case] is more ill-natured than the least physically-attractive human I've ever met. Mentally endowed individuals would not brag about their physical beauty when engaged in a mind battle. Thank God I don't have people like you in my circle. I would also have to wonder, since this all started with him, how Lex could handle to have you in his. I've always admired Lex's wit and taste and I never thought he would fail me.

FYI, not that it matters, Lex sent me an SMS that goes: "I'm really sorry Floi.. Wag mo na lang silang patulan, forget about them.. It's my fault really.. Vent whatever feelings you have on me.. Really sorry"[de-textified version]. Eh pano ba yan, I only feel love for my assailants. Does this mean I shall vent this love on Lex?^_^ Never, even if the eradication of angry psychotic skanks depended on it. I'm done.

To my faithful blogger friends:
I'll forever be grateful to the support.^_^ Please ignore and delete whatever incoherence these people shall express. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT reply to any of their nonsense and, hopefully in time, they would finally live up to their word, "dont worry this would be the LAST i will not waste my time again.. BYE!".

PS. At least ngayon alam ko na magaling talaga ako mag-english. Hihihi...^_^ Tinagalog ko na `tong huling pangungusap para naman meron silang maintindihan sa pinagsasasabi ko dito.^_^

*.* as if! @ 3:12:00 PM • • RBJ

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Music Baton

Oh my, the music baton was passed to me by Bob and Ariane. I realized I might as well get it done now instead of later when I've no one left to pass it to!^_^

Total volume of music files on my computer:
30+ GB

The last CD I bought:
Oh gosh, been so long. Kazaa is my best friend.(^___^) [bad Floi-floi]
Oh! Chrome Eight's EP: Extended Play! Righty-o, Kassy.^_^

Song playing right now:
Urbandub - Breakdown.

Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:

1. Una - Spongecola
2. Running away - Hoobastank
3. Waiting in vain - Bob Marley
4. Brackish - Kittie
5. Sleeps with butterflies - Tori Amos

Five people to whom I'm passing the baton:


*.* as if! @ 11:50:00 AM • • RBJ

Murphy's Laws

1. Nothing is as easy as it looks.
2. Everything takes longer than you think.
3. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.
4. If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong.
5. If anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway.
6. If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which a procedure can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop.
7. Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.
8. If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
9. Nature always sides with the hidden flaw.
10. Mother nature is a bitch.
11. It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.
12. Whenever you set out to do something, something else must be done first.
13. Every solution breeds new problems.

Ah! The perils and implications of my job is simply intolerable. What a weekend laid to waste.

*.* as if! @ 11:27:00 AM • • RBJ

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Too Good to be True

I saw an ad for cheap airfare to Kota Kinabalu and Kuala Lumpur on Libre.

I checked out the website and was astonished. Indeed, Air Asia charges PHP 909.00 for a one-way trip to Malaysia from Clark PH.

Now, I really have to work on my passport!

See it here.

*.* as if! @ 5:41:00 PM • • RBJ

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Galera II bit 1

I looked out the office window this afternoon and was washed with memories of my second trip to Puerto Galera [May 14-16]. I have no idea why. The view is nowhere similar to White Beach.

Life in Puerto Galera is idyllic. It is my dream retirement.

We stayed in this bahay kubo (nipa hut) without air conditioning, fluorescent lighting, appliances, not even comfy beds. The hut stands in a mango plantation so the natural breeze eased us. There were huge capiz windows that let natural light illuminate every corner of the room in the day and the yellow bulb provided cozy lighting at night. A lone electric fan supported the breeze. Comforters were all we needed to lie on. It is amazing how people forget to be fussy when drunk.

Routine included waking up, chipping in for food, marketing for food, cooking breakfast, eating breakfast, going to the beach, climbing the wall, basking in the sun, cooking lunch, drinking with no limit, getting drunk, dozing off, waking up, cooking dinner, eating dinner, drinking with no limit, getting drunk, then finally calling it a night. Of course, non-stop smoking. Ayayay, I think my lungs blackened by 30% after that.

These we did for two days. Ayyy... the life.

Photos to follow.

*.* as if! @ 5:39:00 PM • • RBJ

Monday, June 13, 2005

Check the date before you rant!

Whenever I go online, I first log on to YM, then visit my blog, click on my stalker stats and check how many visitors I've had and what site they came from. I've had not so pleasant experiences in my blog that made me resort to such security measures.

I was quite amused to find that someone found my blog by searching Roduta on Yahoo. The search has two results: the November posts on my blog's Clueless version and the same on last year's subLimE.LaMentAtioNs. At first, I thought twas Lex himself being reminiscent or something. So I indulged in a reminiscent mood myself.

While browsing through, a particular entry caught my eye. It's my post the day Lex and I broke up - I love you... Goodbye. So far, I get a maximum of 10 comments per post but, this particular entry has 16 comments.

There was a comment from Jey, one from Leng and 14 from a creepy stalker that goes:

~so how are u and lex huh?
~FUCKOFFBITCH lex is my bestfriend's boyfriend and probably
~you know that! i just have one word for you LOOSER!!!!!!!!!

Take note:
I am a LOOSER, she wants me to FIND MY OWN MAN IN HELL and I am YUCK because I'm a BIG FLIRT. She's an airhead to start with because the way she said DUH without the exclamation point reminds me of Big Moose in Archie Comics.

How did I know it's a she? She had the courtesy to leave her email address!!! Ain't that sweet?

This is her ===> >o<

Her name's Melanie and her email address is

Melanie dear, the post is dated NOVEMBER 17, 2004 - over half a year ago. I must admit that I still have hang-ups on your best friend's boyfriend but I haven't done anything about it since we broke up. I doubt the girl I was talking about in that post and your best friend is the same girl. That is unless your best friend is Christienitz, Lex's groupmate in Med school. His Friendster profile says he's single so he isn't THAT honest on his part so I had no idea he has a girlfriend NOW or EVER. Don't take it all out on me.

Thank you for the entertainment, honey. That was one good laugh.

*.* as if! @ 7:06:00 PM • • RBJ

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Humor Post

Sunday dinner is one of the meals I most dread because it is the time of the week when I sit down with the family to pretend we've open communication lines and miss Will and Grace to talk about things we've started discussing years ago.

I'm planning to go back to school. I have so many plans. Too many that it might take me a year's worth of post if I discuss each.

Inevitably, Mum is part of the family and her maternal instincts told her to boost my morale by bringing up my U.P. experience. That statement is dripping with too much sarcasm it could've made the entire lechon kawali tastier than a whole bottle of Del Monte.


There is this girl I grew up in school with whose mother's stall in the market Mum buys our meals from. She always has the nicest things to say to me that it sometimes makes me wonder if it is pure admiration and fascination or sheer envy.

This morning when Mum bought the pork for our dinner, she told Mum that I have a photo in Friendster of me wearing a bikini. If I may quote, "Ang lakas ng loob ni Floi, nagpo-post ng picture sa Friendster ng naka-bikini."

I am bold and it's no secret. But, there was something in the way she said it to my Mum [or perhaps Mum can only think of negative remarks to say about her beloved reckless daughter] that made Mum say, "Mahilig ka magbilad ng sarili."


said his birthday is on the 13th of September.

Why does his profile have below it on my homepage???

Liar Liar
Pants on fire


There is no satisfaction for guys. The same goes for Weird-Eyed Girls who has the funniest things to say to girls who help their fraternal brods win them back. Perhaps, they consider it flattering when the girls who help their fraternal brods are mistaken to be them by the fraternal brod's tell-tale dark-skinned younger sister when the girls who help their fraternal brods spend the night at the fraternal brod's house to watch movies, get drunk and bangbangbang [c/o Chevy hahaha].

*.* as if! @ 9:34:00 PM • • RBJ

Friday, June 10, 2005


nakngtokwa sakit ng ulo ko!

Makapag-badminton na nga lang.

Maligayang Sabado't Linggo at Lunes sa inyong lahat! Yey long weekend.

*.* as if! @ 4:15:00 PM • • RBJ

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Unsolicited Comfort

In life...

the greatest handicap is FEAR.
the hardest thing to do is BEGIN.
the most useless asset is PRIDE.
the scariest thing to make is CHANGE.
the greatest mistake is GIVING UP.

Sometimes, comfort comes when you least expect it. This morning, Chris SMSed me the previous quote. Friends do have an invisible string to connect them and tell them when one needs a tap on the shoulder or a stroke o the head. I may not have seen him for a long time, but, thanks, dude! You made my day.^_^

Yesterday, I've felt the pressure and overwhelming responsibilities of my job at its peak [not to mention my agitation for my tardiness] that I reactivated my Jobstreet account and sent out three applications.

This morning, I received a call from John Clements - a headhunting firm - for my application for outbound associate for a call center in Alabang. I applied for said position for its mere location. South side represent, baby!^_^

Have I mentioned my call center aspirations have been shelved if not locked away? I have a stable profession in a corporate office and no sensible person in my shoes would trade it for sleepless nights and irate callers. But here I am, scheduled for initial screening on Saturday at 9 effin AM.

I was considering jumping ship but not THAT serious. I'm impulsive and infantile and fickle-minded and I'm terrified of leaving my comfort zone and I'm incredibly unconfident about making hasty decisions by myself. I'm pretty much contented with work now.

I may not show up at the interview because I see no sense in dragging my lazy ass on a Saturday morning, possibly with hang-over, to Makati to be screened for a position I do not really want. But Jobstreet has this new policy that non-appearance in a scheduled interview/exam shall put me in blacklist. I'm twenty; I wouldn't want to be notorious in the corporate world at the beginning of my career.

I may mess the screening up to make sure I don't get hired but that would be hard. I do not like being embarrassed and not being the best embarrasses me.

I can only wait and see and prepare myself to decline IF I do get the position.

Life was so much simpler in high school.

*.* as if! @ 3:55:00 PM • • RBJ

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

In a Relationship

Relaaax... I still am NOT.

It seems everyone else is, though. Inggit tuloy ako. Even John is now committed.


Sige, unang manligaw sasagutin ko. Nyahaha!^_^

ADD: C/O Vea, Fed now has a gf also. huhuhu...

*.* as if! @ 4:54:00 PM • • RBJ

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Tough Job

How can someone who is notorious for breaking the rules set and implement THE rules?

I'm working on the house rules for the staff house. Shiet! How can I enforce people to not smoke, not drink, not bring in visitors, keep their area clean and tidy, turn off the TV by 1AM and minimize noise when I'm pretty certain I MYSELF couldn't?!

This is sooo effin' hard and it'll only get harder if I don't grow up. Discipline and responsibility, Floi. With great power comes great responsibilities. Words of wisdom from an effin' comic character which makes plenty of sense.

*.* as if! @ 5:17:00 PM • • RBJ

Finally Found

I fin'lly found what I've been looking for...

We're fin'lly what I've been hoping for...

He loves her! He loves her!

I couldn't be any happier...

Though at the back of my mind I sing...

When I saw you at the grocerystore,
you were sharing a shopping cart with her
and I couldn't turn and run away
I didn't know what to say
you introduced us for the first time
and I had to look her in the eye
but you could not imagine my surprise

can't you see you're leaving me for an ugly girl
does she talk about politics and all the stuff that used to make me sick
does she smoke cigars and stay up late oh she's so great
does she tell you what you want to hear
and I bet that she can grow a beard
I'd feel better thinking you were queer
it's not fair I can't compare to an ugly girl

ha ha ha the jokes on me
I feel jealous and I feel mean
is she so nice that it makes up for her face there's no way
do you have to keep your eyes closed
do you have to keep the lights down low
oh I bet you wish you had a blindfold can't you see
you're leaving me for an ugly girl

*.* as if! @ 4:57:00 PM • • RBJ

Friday, June 03, 2005

It's a Bootie Call

Alam na...

*.* as if! @ 3:23:00 PM • • RBJ

Thursday, June 02, 2005

My Phone was Reformatted

I'm still in shock. It's all too sudden.

I am now a wandering ghost. I lost EVERYTHING - contacts, calendar, to-do, notes, poems, .wav files...

Please email me your mobile phone numbers at or pm me on YM at skirts_are_for_flirts.

Thank you very much.

My letter of salvation: (sent through Friendster)

Subject: A Very Funny Anecdote

Heya! Sup?

I have a very funny story to share. In the MRT last night, I was going to text a person of my past to ask him how he has been. When I was about to send it, my phone hung. I took out the battery, which I always do whenever that happens; but, when I turned the phone back on, I was greeted by the word N O K I A which blinked four times before dying. I dismissed it as empty battery.

Immediately as I stepped into our humble home, I plugged the phone up to charge but the same predicament prevailed. A subliminal alarm set off. WTF?! Being the pathetic techie that I am, I had the inkling that this is what would be diagnosed as a SYSTEM CRASH.

I brought it to the repair center a few hours ago and the only way to revive my phone is to EFFIN REFORMAT it. My only choices were to lose my files and reconstruct my phone and retain my files and not use my phone at all.

I almost cried in frustration. The repair guy thought I was appalled by the repair price of PHP 500. WTF?! Even if it cost two friggin' pesos, I would be just as apprehensive. It wasn't the monetary loss that was at hand; it's the documentation of my life for the past half and for the forthcoming half of 2005 that were the casualties.

So now, I have a functional 3660 of no use except remind me of my anserine inconsideration to its proper care and maintenance.

I would very much appreciate it if you would reply to this message with your mobile phone number/s. Help me get back on my feet. Pretty please?

Thank you very much.

YM: skirts_are_for_flirts

If you are reading this message but you reckon it is utterly insignificant for me to have your number, please disregard this, delete this from your inbox, pretend you never received it and move on with your beautiful life.

*.* as if! @ 9:42:00 PM • • RBJ

Profundity* At Last

*only with a different definition.

I did something profoundly stupid last night. On my way home, I crossed paths with this cute geekoid at the MRT.

Upon loading the train, he ushered me to go first. We sat across each other. While he avoided looking me in the eye, I could see him looking with my peripheral vision. Well, you can always feel when someone is looking at you even if they're at your back.

In Pasay, we got on the same bus and... sat beside each. That's when he initiated small talk.

"Where do you work?"

"What's your work?"

"Where'd you graduate from?"

"How old are you?"

He asked generic questions. He mentioned none of those probing ones like, "Where do you live?" and "Why didn't your boyfriend pick you up?"

By the time I got off, he had my number. I would've gotten his but my phone battery's empty. I got his name, though - Gerome with a G.

My Mama always said not to talk to strangers. But, if we're talking about strange cute geekoids, there's always an exception.^_^

The thing is my phone broke down. I tried to charge it but it didn't. The backlight would come on; then, the word N O K I A would blink four times and poof! [It became Koko Krunch.] Nada. Oh shit.

When I checked my messages this morning, I received 5 SMS from Gerome. The last one is "Ms suplada ka pla sa txt. ope to ride w/ u agen nlang." Asus.

I'm using my trusty 3310 now. That archaic piece of junk didn't give me any problems at all in its four years of custodianship with me. Oh well, no picture picture for a while. Huhuhu. I hope I'll get my baby blue up and running in time for my Pangasinan summer cap.

*.* as if! @ 4:10:00 PM • • RBJ

Wednesday, June 01, 2005


If widow is feminine and widower is masculine, and if it is proper to say "She was widowed young", would it be correct to say "He was widowered young"? If not, what is the correct way to state such inquiry?

*.* as if! @ 3:20:00 PM • • RBJ


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Palabras Finales

Remember me when you hear this

sleeps with butterflies ~ tori amos

Airplanes take you away again
Are you flying
Above where we live?
Then I look up a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night?
I'm not but I like rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead
For you the acrobat?
I won't push you unless you have a net

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly then boy

Look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
We may fall then stumble
Upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl, this girl

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly boy

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