friday rocks

As I was transferring my stuff to my other bag in preparation for Monday, I noticed five smooth stones inside my bag. I have a good idea who put these in there; no idea however, why.

I'm only relieved that it was not anything of value--or use, otherwise, I'd feel terrible.

Anyone out there in need of a paper weight? Contact me :)

that is a hat

In the few days that I was away sick, a few individuals to be seconded to the Laguna Love office arrived. There was much buzz about one. I'm not too sure why. Maybe because he is (too) young and single. And that always excites matchmakers.

I met him today. When I saw him. I froze.

He was...delicate.

Petite. Very petite. Blond. Very blond. Blue eyed. Very blue. Big hair. Ringlets. Very.

He was...is...looks like the little prince.

Seriously.

Goosebumps. Creepy even. Goosebumps.

(I hope I can keep myself from asking if he has a pet fox.)

Second photo is irrelevant to this entry. But what can I say? I love blurting out that is a hat :)

Image from peakoil.

not a book

I couldn't resist the title. It was just too tempting.

Our office building is undergoing a renovation, they are taking out the tiles on the outside walls. Yes. Tiles. Outside walls. With that you can just imagine how happy I am that my workplace would no longer look like a giant sink. There is potential that the outside would finally match the inside.

I hope I am not celebrating prematurely though. It would be quite inconvenient if they are actually taking out the dull, discolored, once-white-now-gray only to be replaced by new tiles.

darker

No names. This is really a good one.

"I can not accept if I get dark, that is just...unacceptable."

Philosopher? :-p

so many questions

Lately, I had been asked all sorts of questions.

What is your nationality? How old are you? Are you lesbian? Why don't you look Filipino? Who don't you sound Filipino? (Not sure if it is because I'm tone deaf) Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? Are you dating anyone? (Rhea, I know you want to know :-p) Where do you get your hair cut? Where did you buy your shoes? Where did you buy your dress? Are you more attracted to fair or dark men? Have you dated a blonde? Are you willing to date a blonde? How about a redhead? Have you dated a caucasian? A Singaporean? ABC? Where can I eat Filipino food? Are you PR yet? Do you watch The Contender? Do you think Little Britain is funny? Do you think person A is gay? How about person B? Do you think person C is attractive? Is person D your type? Do you think person E likes person C? You think she likes person D? Should I pair up persons C and A? Are you going out tonight? Why did you dress up so nicely? What are you looking for in a man? Is it true that you like smart and funny men? Will you consider dating any of the single guys here? How much can you drink before you get high? (If she didn't appear harmless, this question would make me not want to drink with her) When are you going back to Manila? How many times had you been bridesmaid? Do you know that you should not be bridesmaid more than three times because you will end up an old maid? How come I can't find 'patricia gomez' in Facebook? Can you add me in Facebook? Can you understand Mandarin? Do you like to go bowling?

I am stopping here, but I'm sure there are so much more that I am unable to remember right now.

I think most questions are pretty standard or at least almost normal. Except maybe, the third one. I mean, seriously. Who asks that? Especially on the first meeting. In front of a crowd. It was almost like playing Truth or Dare.

I say, dare.

mugged

I really didn't want to put anything in my new office area. By this, I mean that apart from my toothbrushing kit and desk calendar (that was there, waiting for me when I was assigned my seat), I don't have anything else personal in my bin and on my desk. I want to keep as little things as possible. In line with this strategy, I don't have my own mug. I utilized the disposable cups in the pantry.

Yesterday though, someone came to me, handed me a box and said I noticed you didn't have your own cup, here. Company mug. Use it.

Now, I'm thinking I need a coaster.

MOCHA lang healthy

Since I had switched jobs, I had been buying bread in advance for breakfast as I no longer pass by any place where I can get food before work.

My last breakfast purchase was a pack of six wheat rolls from a local bakeshop. I won't bother with the name of the place as it is as good as any generic shop--being at the middle of a hawker center. (It might be of interest to you though, that they sell pork floss, crouching tiger hidden bacon and other Bread Talk knock offs.)

You can imagine my shock when I bit into it and discovered that it is 3/4 mocha icing inside. Sore throat :(

hot lunch

Hot doesn't correspond to the food but to the surroundings. This is it. Eat.

Welcome to Laguna.

Okay, maybe I don't actually work in Laguna, but where I work is comparable. Forget that the work space is quite good; once you get out, you start rolling your eyes so much that you'd get a headache.

OA. Hahaha.

I should probably quit blogging now, it is 1PM.