I know you.
You're the guy who... you're the guy who likes my friend! My female friend, if you know what I mean.
Well, I don't know if we're really friends, but I'd like to think that we are. I don't think she considers me as a friend, because she hasn't told me about you!
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1/27/2013
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1/17/2013
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Here are the questions and answers for the category "Carlo Aquino is Lauren Montino in Disguise".
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1/14/2013
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Today I was going back to the office from lunch break and I realized that I am really getting fat again.
It's easy to blame it on Christmas season. It is, after all, a week where lots of food are put on the table, and you are expected to eat all of them up. Sure, everybody talks about keeping things in moderation - small portions, evenly-spaced meals, that sort of thing - but the same people also talk about getting away with it. You can cheat, they'd probably say. It's Christmas. You can burn it all off next year. Cue unused gym memberships when the new year rolls by.
Mine isn't any different, really. I was at my maternal grandmother's home when the clock struck midnight on Christmas day. My aunt - she who cooks and does crafts and is still single - has whipped up three different pasta dishes, one of which is technically fatal: spaghetti with tomato-based aligue sauce, and kani all over it. (I bought the kani myself, although I was disappointed I didn't see them in stick form, but in flake form, when I did my apparently traditional Christmas eve grocery round. It still works well, I must say.) Twelve hours later, I was at my uncle's home, with the rest of my relatives from my dad's side of the family, and on the table was adobo and baked macaroni and panna cotta my cousin made ("madali lang siya!") and other stuff I can't remember.
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It's easy to blame it on Christmas season. It is, after all, a week where lots of food are put on the table, and you are expected to eat all of them up. Sure, everybody talks about keeping things in moderation - small portions, evenly-spaced meals, that sort of thing - but the same people also talk about getting away with it. You can cheat, they'd probably say. It's Christmas. You can burn it all off next year. Cue unused gym memberships when the new year rolls by.
Mine isn't any different, really. I was at my maternal grandmother's home when the clock struck midnight on Christmas day. My aunt - she who cooks and does crafts and is still single - has whipped up three different pasta dishes, one of which is technically fatal: spaghetti with tomato-based aligue sauce, and kani all over it. (I bought the kani myself, although I was disappointed I didn't see them in stick form, but in flake form, when I did my apparently traditional Christmas eve grocery round. It still works well, I must say.) Twelve hours later, I was at my uncle's home, with the rest of my relatives from my dad's side of the family, and on the table was adobo and baked macaroni and panna cotta my cousin made ("madali lang siya!") and other stuff I can't remember.
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1/09/2013
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So. Today's horoscope, then.
Your creative, romantic imagination is aroused today.
Well, today wasn't exactly romantic. Creative? I did work on a shirt design today, but that was a bit half-arsed. Not that I didn't give it my all, but I didn't really think about it. It's supposed to be simple and straightforward. And besides, I never did anything very elaborate.
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Your creative, romantic imagination is aroused today.
Well, today wasn't exactly romantic. Creative? I did work on a shirt design today, but that was a bit half-arsed. Not that I didn't give it my all, but I didn't really think about it. It's supposed to be simple and straightforward. And besides, I never did anything very elaborate.
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1/06/2013
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1/04/2013
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We're four days into 2013, and I've been working for three of those days.
Well, roughly. Nothing much is going on. Okay, that's an understatement. Nothing is going on. You can tell, because I'm blogging right now, and I've written a week's worth of blog entries for earthings! yesterday.
I know most of you are already knee-deep into work in the first (truncated) work week of the year, and I feel for you, because I don't like my situation either. This happens when you can't do the things you're supposed to do at the beginning of the month because the people who were supposed to give you the things you need to do... wait, this is a long, convoluted sentence. Rephrase. The people who are supposed to give me the things I need to do the things I need to do were on leave, or are on leave, which means all of us are catching up. And since they haven't, I'm sitting idle.
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Well, roughly. Nothing much is going on. Okay, that's an understatement. Nothing is going on. You can tell, because I'm blogging right now, and I've written a week's worth of blog entries for earthings! yesterday.
I know most of you are already knee-deep into work in the first (truncated) work week of the year, and I feel for you, because I don't like my situation either. This happens when you can't do the things you're supposed to do at the beginning of the month because the people who were supposed to give you the things you need to do... wait, this is a long, convoluted sentence. Rephrase. The people who are supposed to give me the things I need to do the things I need to do were on leave, or are on leave, which means all of us are catching up. And since they haven't, I'm sitting idle.
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