I seriously think I have more estrogen in my body than what is needed to keep me female. It's driving me nuts. I hate snapping at people but it's my hormones doing all the evil things and I have no control over them!

I am sooo girly like that I hate.

And yet I have a mustache.

HOW I BECAME A MILLIONAIRE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING

EXECUTIVE ROYAL AWARD
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You have to note that this program is being sponsored by the FIFA SUPPORT AFRICAN TEAM, to create awareness for the coming 2010 world Cup, which is to be host by South Africa.

Friday Pig Out

Ok yesterday's events were a blur to me.

I ate so much it affecteed my brain, and the fact that Fifi burst out laughing every five seconds wasn't very helpful at all. That means I laughed too and took more air in, making my brain more bloated than usual, like my tummy.

Fifi and I justified our pig out day by thinking that our time of the month is just around the corner and we are entitled to act like middle-aged balding men who have lost hope in their lives, and could therefore eat anything they fancied.

The menu was awesome.

We alternated between sweet and salty.

Flip, non-Flip.

Everything was dirt cheap.

The deep friend stuff didn't look healthy, but as Fifi said, we are so immune to bacteria.

We could eat street rats if we wanted too.

Enjoy the pictures! (nicked them off the internet)

It is so much fun to work for TV.
I'm talking Cougartown, The Office and you know the rest.
It would be cool to write scripts for a comedy series.
I would like to play the character of a super dumb but super endearing girl who works as a mechanic for a garage in a small town.
I just recently learned how to change tires.
Also overalls are flattering. As well as grease on my face.
Okay that just flowed right out of my fingers onto the keyboard.

It's someone's birthday at work today. Great weekender.
She is actually the third celebrant of this month.
It's good to celebrate birthdays at the office.
She will get a cake and blows loads of candles after the whole office give their heart-warming rendition of the Happy Birthday song, and then she cuts the cake and we all have a piece and we go back to work after a few minutes of chit chat.
And if we're lucky, the company will have the budget for buckets of KFC.
And don't forget the Pepsi for that explosive burp that concludes the celebration.
I received two cakes in 2008 when I celebrated my birthday here.
I liked that. I would have loved it if people started throwing slices of cake at each other and waged a well-documented massive food fight.
I don't know if I will ever receive a brithday cake at work in the future.
The people here are so sweet. They just have so much time in their hands and they make use of it to touch our lives. Why did I just laugh at what I wrote.
When I leave, I don't want no cake. Don't want no Coke either.
Maybe a toast or something. Or a cheer composed by the news team.
Something really fun and original. Like a motorcade with a big banner with my face on it.
Is that too much to ask of them? Maybe.
That would be cool though.

The Office - Steve Carell on Michael Scott

A plausible definition of Michael Scott's character.
I love Steve Carrell.

There is always one thing that will be compromised when you make a very difficult decision.
Otherwise, where's the difficulty in that?
But you know, there is always a way to iron out the wrinkly parts of your life.
Time is the greatest steam iron in the world and beyond.
That's why healing is very much associated with it.
And of course if you choose to make use of that time wisely, you do your best to make things better, and cross your fingers that one morning the agony is gone and you're ready to really forego the what-ifs.
As far as you're concerned, the decision that you have made is right.
It is right to you, because you think it is the best thing for you.
And so the other choice that didn't make the cut has to fade away in your mind.
Of course the memories are still there.
Memories are good. They make me smile.
The songs, the thoughts, the journal entries and the other crazy details.
So yeah. Time, memories. We're good.

I really tried my best not to make this sound sappy.
Okay.

I had sugar overdose today.
Cake, KFC, chocolate, coffee and a bagel the size of my thighs.
Oh God let's not even go there.
Even though they look really good when I'm wearing heels, it's such a nightmare to look at them.
But thighs are good. They're my favorite part of fried chicken and Beyonce's body.
I used to hate mine because they're just... there.
They push each other away but as long as they're attached to my pelvis, they can never get rid of each other.
But ok, I'm done obssessing about my big girls.
They're here to stay unless I resort to amputation.
Zeena's thighs repruzent!

James Morrisson was great at the Jazz Fest.
Ok, I saw his face on the projector with garbage bags in the foreground.
And I listened to him play You Give Me Something and Man in the Mirror from a block away.
Mae and I decided to check things out at the even even though we didn't have tickets, and it worked out perfectly.
We didn't have to pay but we managed to enjoy live music.
Me love him long time.

Ok I don't understand how my dermatologist is also a doctor for sexually transmitted diseases.
Doctor, doctor, I am sick, I either have acne or herpes. Either way cure me please?
Anyway I am very happy with him, because he gave me the perfect medication and it doesn't make me want to kill myself at all, like it says in the label. So yeah that side effect didn't hit me.
I am on to my third month and I am seeing great progress.
Also he makes sure that my liver can take the medicine, which means I will have better skin but also I won't die in the next couple of years.
By the way I am being treated for zits.
On the face, not the kuchikoo.

On Tiger Woods' Public Apology

Brave move, but it took him a long time to co-write or approve those words on that piece paper.
Sorry was enough, and the rest of the time could have been utilized doing stuff for Elin at home.
Like a long warm tight hug.
In my opinion it was only semi-honest. It was one of those things that could tone down murmurs in the media corner.
Also, Buddhism? Seriously. Before you go back to the religion your mother taught you about, keep mum and stay in rehab until you're ok.
But ok the intention was comendable.
So let him work on his private life and hopefully Elin will find it in her heart to forgive him.
If that happens, any form of temptation or media scrutiny will not matter any more in the future.
Forget sponsors and career. Family is number one.
But finish rehab first.

Dumpling Drama

Mr. Chang's eyes grew way out of proportion upon learning that I didn't bring a camera crew to the Chinese New Year celebration at Radisson Hotel in Deira.

Earlier that day I had met him at a flower shop and he invited me and Roy to the celebrations, but I decided to bring Fifi along instead, thinking that it wouldn't really matter if Roy didn't show up with his hideous face and even more hideous appetite.

But it did matter to Mr. Chang, who was expecting a full TV coverage of the event. Fifi and I waved hello at him at the entrance of the ballroom. He nodded with a smile and instructed the hotel staff to make way for the camera.

"There is no camera, Mr. Chang," I explained cheerfully.

Then followed the crazy eye moment. For a split second I thought he would open his mouth and pick me up by the nape using giant chopsticks and eat me alive.

He pushed me out the door and yelled, "No! Get camela! Get camela! This is vely impoltant!"

Ooookay. I made a fake phone call to Roy and shook my head.

"No Mr. Chang, the cameraman has gone home already."

In an attempt to mask my agenda (food food food), I took out my notebook and started doodling away. Mr. Chang gave me a big smile and inquired, "You will put it in the newspaper?"
I smiled back and said, "Yes, like in the newspaper."
The word "like" absolved me of guilt of trickery caused by gluttony.

Whew. I thought my dumpling dreams would be zapped by this businessman's disappointment. He gestured for us to come in and led us to our seats, an obscure table near the bar, far from the center of the festivities and near the waiters. We actually didn't mind, because it was right next to the buffet area.

Oookay. I scribbled away as a group of lanky young men performed some kind of kung fu dance that I later on learned was called Wu Shu. I was introduced to a number of prominent Chinese businessmen in Dubai. I furiously pretended to write their names on the pages of my precious notebook given to me by Terri. But I didn't mind wasting paper. It was my responsibility to make sure that Fifi would come out of Radisson well-fed and happy.

Dinner was awesome. Dumplings, vegetables, and lots of wine.

But it turned out, the food wasn't the highlight of our evening. It was two Chinese girls called Alima and Flora. I'm sure those were not their real names, but I admire their audacity to change names for kicks. I spoke to them in Chinese and even sang a Chinese song, Ni Yaw Te Ai, from the sound track of the Taiwanese series Meteor Garden. They loooved me and Fifi.

We exchanged numbers and promised to get together some time. Not bad. A Tsino-Pinoy double date.

We scrammed after dinner and headed straight to the karaoke bar. The karaoke bar experience was... it was sort of... I kind of... ok the truth is, we shut it down.

And at midnight, we decided to do a Cinderella and go home.

Oh Mr. Chang. You made my day.

The Wallflowers - One Headlight

We can drive home with one headlight.
I already have.

Russian man pitches 'doomsday pod'

Investors, anyone?

I just realized that if I want to buy my dream house as soon as possible, I would have to win the lottery or come up with a really ingenious idea or an awesome invention that will serve all industries on the planet.
The Phillips Curve says that inflation in inversely proportional to unemployment.
If the unemployment rate is high, prices drop. Property, groceries, petrol.
But most people will not have the money to purchase anything at all because they don't have jobs.
If the unemployment rate is low, meaning most people have jobs and are able to pay their bills.
But if this Phillips guy is to be believed, their bills will be jacked up and they will won't be able to save much.
Hmmm. I would rather remain employed and afford certain luxuries and keep a little extra than be a bum and have nothing at all.
The best thing to do is cook up crazy ideas, and hope that one of them will be a big hit.
Big enough to get me out of this asylum we call the workforce.
And then I can cross out the "dream" in my dream house.

I am taking the road less travelled on Valentines Day.
Valentino is inexistente, and this calls for plan B.
Plan B is crashing a Chinese New Year party with Fifi and singing Kung Hei Fat Choi in our heads while stuffing our faces with siomai, mooncake, and lots of noodles.
I had planned on wearing a chiongsam but thought I'd save it for when I actually get invited to a Chinese party.
Mr. Chang and Mr. Chong and Mrs. Chin Chan Su will be happy to see us later, exchanging pleasantries with them in Mandarin.
Will they really?
我不知道 .
I have no idea.

Ganito kaming taga Makati - Binay Spoof

Hahahahahhahahah!!!!

Jason Castro - Clumsy

Perfect song for me.

Jason Castro "Daydream"

I'm convinced that he's part of a utopian world that only the happy ones can inhabit.
He just looks so peaceful and his voice is soothing.
Between this angel and coffee, I'd choose him to keep me going throughout the day.

Jason Castro Somewhere Over The Rainbow

The Mysteries

The mysteries of the Holy Rosary are a lot like our lives.
I think that we need to go through the joyful, sorrowful and glorious moments of our lives just to see where we stand at present.
It's nice to look back and sigh and give yourself a pat on the back when you realize that you're not doing bad at all.
There are people who are in worse situations, and you're just glad you have managed to survive and still have hope that things will be even better.
When I hold on to each bead and say the Hail Mary, I think that my decision to pray is actually working.
Every single prayer is heard by God and He is actually molding my future as I proclaim my beliefs.
It is a mystery that I should have all of this strength.
I honestly thought it was zapped a long time ago.
But hey I am still alive and I haven't given up yet.
There's no reason to.
I know I always forget or choose to be blinded by distractions.
But I have always believed, and now I choose to tell the world of His love.
He is my strength and He will always be number one on my list.
He's a cool dude for forgiving and forgetting and having entrusted me with a life worth living.
There are things that I will never understand, and they will remain a mystery forever.
But mysteries, though impossible to define, are a great way to learn about other people and myself.
The cirumstances remain bizarre and nameless and random, but they turn out to be the most significant events in my life.
And it is through these mysteries that I am able to see the light, and carry on.

Barack Obama on Ellen

Loool he got some moves.

Vote. Or Not.

I recently watched Mo Twister's interview with Ara Mina on his controversial talk show.
She is running for local office I believe.
Her answers were appalling.
Ok she is in favor of private armies.
She hasn't been following the Maguindanao massacre story because she claims to get depressed watching the news.
The only time she knows about anything that's been happening to the country is when she receives SMS news alerts.
And she is against premarital sex eventhough she used to strip in her movies for all the drunks (who are most likely to be the ones wreaking havoc over My Way in karaoke bars) and public school teenagers sporting bigotillos.
I know that our forefathers once fought a long and hard battle just so we natives could fill out ballots and have a voice in our own motherland, but at this point I think it pays to forego my right of suffrage.

February kicked in just fine for me.
I paid off my bills, did several short pieces to camera, and welcomed opportunities for professional growth.
Not bad if you asked me.
And I am not going to end with this month.
These are my hey days.
These years could pass me by and I wouldn't know what happened.
It's very challenging for me to accomplish my goals, because of several things.
Financial constraints.
Limited time.
Doubts.
Oh I hate doubts.
If I am going to do something, I should just go ahead and do it and forget about what other people might say, or how things will turn out.
I sometimes try to imagine what it would be like to know that you are dying soon.
If I had little time left on this planet, I would give myself the go signal to do things I never thought I would even try.
And then my senses come alive and suddenly I want to sing and dance and rap and love and eat that damn donut.
And then my doubts disappear and I just want to do things like a maniac.
And then, I clasp my hands together and thank God I am alive.
Ten fingers, ten toes, a brain and a heart.
And the doubts vanish into thin air.
And February simply won't suck.

My Way and Karaoke Murders: That's How We Roll

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/07/world/asia/07karaoke.html

I know I know I know it's silly that we have had half a dozen murders in karaoke bars because of the song "My Way", but read on maybe this article can give you a piece of our minds.

When you have a middle-aged man stuck in a rut somewhere in the slums of Manila, with the belief that opportunities have passed him by and he can never do anything his way again, the best thing is to sing a rather narcissistic (bordering on arrogant) tune by his idol. And when someone takes that moment away from him, that's the last straw.

Good Lord, some of us are really sick.

Bad Day?

Ok just when I thought I had a really nice day at work, the car made a funny sound just as I was reversing it in the parking lot. I had to change it with the help of Roy and go to the petrol station alone to have it vulcanized. That was a bit stressful.

On the way home, I imagined myself sinking slowly in a bath tub frothing with cherry blossom bubbles to the brim and enjoying a glass of wine. But I snapped out of it when the songs I had been avoiding to hear played on the radio like a feel-bad playlist dedicated to me. Okay.

It went on and on for the rest of the evening that I had to say a little prayer to help me keep bad vibes at bay and focus on the one thing that was left to look forward to tonight: a long, deep, uninterrupted sleep.

Obviously that hasn't happened yet. I am still furiously typing this.

Hopefully it will, in a few minutes.

Crush On Obama

I don't know if I had already posted this before.
This came out before Obama was chosen to run for president for the Democratic ticket.
Some quirky semi-political, semi-loony group made the song and the video.
I got a crush on Obama.

Nickelback - Rockstar [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

Last night's concert was pretty awesome.
90 minutes of momentum and music.
Rock, pyros, beer and good company.
Plus I think Chad played this song on the acoustic guitar, which sounded really good.

gigs videoke-always

gigs videoke-lovestory (zin, zoe).MPG

Rrrroooomeo!

I finally accepted a position elsewhere. I am very excited to join a new company and just be in a different environment after more than three years.

But of course I will miss the guys here in the office, and the thrill of not knowing how my day will turn out, who I'll bump into and what kind of injury I will suffer from.

The guys here are the best. They have been very supportive, generous and most of all, fun.

I will keep my hideous pieces to camera, starring my offensively big teeth, in a very handy treasure chest we like to call hard drive.

And I will remember the lessons this company has taught me.

I practically grew up here, and it's because of my stay here that I actually had the guts to throw mysekf back in the jobhunt field again.

Progress in 2 days

The spelling is a bit rough but what the heck!

Estoy muy ocupado, pero no estoy cansado.
Quiero comprar veinte siete vestida porque estoy feliz!
Puedo ver la futura.
Es prospero!
Gracias, mi Dios!

Today I've got a different four-letter word

Cute.
These children performed on Ukraine's Got Talent.
Made my day.

There you go, a douchebag in bad packaging.
Earning frowns and snickers from an easy crowd.
Not the best scenario but a fitting way to surrender.
The greatest love of is only a song, as everyone learns eventually.
And the biggest loser is not just a reality show.
No pretenses, in no pretext, a douchebag.
In very bad packaging.

Lady GaGa - Bad Romance (Acoustic Cover)

Someday this girl is not only going to own a microphone, but a whole stage.

(Fujairah shoot with Roy)

I was running, rushing past the good stuff.
And then I realized, I didn't really need to.
No one is hurrying me up.
No one is asking me to get there right this moment.
At my own pace, I shall get there.
And there are no ifs, buts or maybes.
I will simply get there when my time comes.
But right now I must say it is so refreshing to sit back, relax and watch everything unfold before my eyes.
So while I wait, I whistle.
I laugh.
I write.
I try to do good.
And I take a deep grateful breath.

Glee - "Sweet Caroline" Video

You hear Puck sing, you fall in love with him.
End of story.

New Year's Resolution #4: Learn a new language.

Lo necessito. Quiero verlo asi. Puedo aserlo. Puedo.
Es para mi y usted.
Lo ciento, pero no puede.
I am getting the hang of this whole Spanish thing.