Let's Take It Outside!

Cause you feel like paradise and I need a vacation tonight!

Sadly, I'm still catching up with overdue work stuff on a sunny Saturday. While I'm tapping away on the keyboard, my mind keeps on flashing images of tiny blue and white and sparkly tropical islands and the other matter. So I'm taking my work to an outdoorsy resto-bar. I don't know how this will solve my concentration issues but it seems the best thing to do right now.

The Party Animal Wants to be Unleashed on a High Noon

Soooo busy alternating between a DIY Landscaping article and SEO Project Management. Then suddenly Crash Bandicoot starts winking at me from underneath the TV stand! Plus I can smell ice-cold beer from the store half a kilometer away! Loud R&B music not helping to quell my urges, either. Ooooooh!

The Curse and the Luck

From experience, this is what happens when I write for a living. I can BARELY blog!!! But no complaints. Coz I have the coolest Aussie boss so far. :)

Home-type-of-person On A Sinulog Weekend

Yep! At home coz I was addicted to a book. And working at the same time. So grown up!

Refried Brains

Ok, so for the last two years, I haven't been writing for a living. I missed it but I had a full time job doing stuff that was very remotely related to the writing industry. And I didn't want to ruin my R&R or social life by accepting freelance work so professional writing was thereby shelved.

And now all of a sudden, I volunteered to write five articles in a span of 8 hours. My new boss sounded amazed when I said I could do 5. And his requirements were not the usual rewritten, low-quality stuff circulating the web, but full-on, well-researched articles with snippets of quotes and real-life humor. And it seems my brains are still sizzling from the effort. This better be worth it coz tonight, I gave up a very important aspect of my being. The Tuesday Group. Good thing we can still do it on a Thursday. Or do it by myself, like a Tuesday Solo.

Yeah, I'm gonna. Right now.

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Home-based Thing

Seriously starting to love this work at home thing. I can take power naps whenever I'm drowsy. Like right now. So I'm having a glass of Tequila Rose to wake me up. The downside is there's nobody to talk out loud to. Good thing chatting with people over Skype and YM about funny stuff can still make me go LOL. And there's nobody close enough to disturb when I have my diva moments. Which is all the time. 

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Pee Nuts

Sigh. If only there were trees, bushes, wilderness, forests, etc. near the guard on duty... 

Sometimes I hold my pee until the very last minute because I hate to do the deed in the now common toilets of the office. For one thing, the toilets smell soo funky now that PT's utility personnel are not in charge of sanitation anymore. For another and more importantly, I am scared shit.

It's because there is no security guard manning the toilets and I don't trust the other tenants we are sharing the toilets with. I'm not judging these people by their looks but by the stranger factor. Who knows what he or she is going through on a given work day and suddenly goes ballistic in the vicinity.

What's worse, my access card takes forever to register in order to be granted entry back to the office. So after pee time, I am always frantic: pushing my access card all around the sensor while constantly and fearfully looking over my shoulder or up the unfinished ceiling just in case some psycho suddenly strikes, while my heart is beating a hundred miles a minute.

God, all the suffering I have to go through just to go to the loo.

Elevator Erotica

I wish! Hahahahaha!

Because, OMG!!! There was an American (I think) hottie (definitely!) in the elevator and it took all of my willpower not to turn around and wink at him. Or stare. Or drool. Then he asked me and the other girl where we worked. I looked at him and I could feel my under-thingies practically falling off. I said the PT thing in hopefully was an uber-cool manner. The other girl was apparently brain-dead and in heaven, as she wasn't able to utter a single thing. Then, the elevator doors opened to reveal my floor. And it seemed I was not yet completely giddy and spasmodic inside coz I was able to hurriedly ask him where he works.

And it's at:  **** , somewhere above 12th Floor. Hurrraaaay and triple-yum!!!!

Maybe they have a job opening there. Hahahaha!