Do unto others...

I work with assholes, assholes and more assholes. Oh yes, some of them are idiots too.

There's something sweet when you're around long enough to witness someone get their bad karma. I mean, for over a year no, I've kept my cool. Today, all those that they considered allies are actually enemies. And here I am on the sidelines, watching them fall apart. You know how it is...divide and conquer.

As evil as that sounds though, I actually think that a little karma is nothing after I put up with all kinds of harrassment from those assholes.

Her kid is in the hospital. His wife is in the hospital too. I don't know, but I am not feeling an ounce of sympathy towards them. In fact, I want more. I want them to feel how they made me feel. I want their children to feel how they make other people feel. And yes, maybe for thinking that way I would get my karma too. But right now, I'm thinking that it just might be worth it.

Bond. James Bond.

I saw the new movie of James Bond over the weekend. Although a lot of people were making a big deal out of the casting of Daniel Craig as the new James Bond, I agree with Ms. Travelocity that "Bond never seemed so hot being so cold!" Another thing, I think that the time has come for Pierce Brosnan to move on. Squeezing another James Bond movie from Mr. Brosnan just might make me gag from too much cheesiness.

I read that apparently, the new James Bond star is sick and tired of being offered a martini everytime he walks in to a bar. He's also fed up of fans asking him if he prefers it "shaken or stirred". (His drink of course!! Get your mind out of the gutter) He says, " I want to chin people who ask me that." Haha And to think he got a lot of crap from people who thought he couldn't hack it. He even got a lot of hate mail from die hard James Bond fans. Hello?? Get a life people! The man may not be Sean Connery but it still is just a movie. Worth $40 million dollars yes, but still just a movie. The world does not revolve around James Bond. (Hey! Sounds like a good title for his next film!!)

So yes, I decided to see for myself what the fuss was about and to be honest I thought that the film was great! Not perfect but still I was pleasantly surprised! Daniel Craig pulled it off plus more. He did a really good job making it look real. He was actually oozing with bad boy sex appeal. Goodness, whatta body! Pierce Brosnan did a great job, but I feel that it was time to move on so don't get me wrong. Apparently so did the producers or so did he since Daniel Craig is now the new Bond. James Bond.

It's definitely worth watching. Just ignore the spider-man stunts and you've got yourself a winner. And for those who will get confused with the end, then just think harder or ask a friend. For a short moment there, I had to use my brain to understand why Vesper (Bond Girl) did what she did.

Bloopers (But who cares right??)

Daniel Craig’s white fire-proof suit is visible in a scene in which he climbs into a burst fuel tanker

007 uses a nail gun to kill one of the villains the final battle, but guns can be fired only when they are pressed up against a hard surface

Vesper’s chest fails to rise during mouth-to-mouth resuscitation

Source: moviemistakes.com

So I did my reserch on Daniel Craig and he had this to say regarding the bruhaha surrounding his role for James Bond:

"I was affected by it - of course I was. What bothered me was that I was being criticized before I had done the work. I wasn't going to get into an argument with these people, so my only response was, 'See the movie and then you have the right to criticize, but first see what I am trying to do.' It strengthened my resolve. I was hurt by it, but it just made me try harder. The pressure was there. I know a lot of people feel very passionate about the Bond movies, but so do I, so I just got on with it. What I tried to achieve was just making a movie people will want to go and see, and I think we have made a great movie. One of the things I was criticized for was that I looked like a bad guy, but I was happy with that because I think true good guys have to step into the dark side to do their job. I wanted people to question Bond's morals and his judgment."

Sleep...I need sleep

It's been such a long week for me. I've had to go to class after work everyday so I'm feeling really tired now.

Although I have short moments where I ask myself if it's worth it, I know that it is. One thing I regret is that I should've done all these things a few years ago then maybe I wouldn't be cramming so much. But I figured that it could worse, I could have taken all these exams and reviews a few years into the future instead of right now. So I should just shut up and pay attention in class.

I have to take major math reviews for the exam I'm planning to take. I went to class the other day, in the first five minutes my eyes were glazing over. After 10 minutes I had a major headache. I'm seriously going to need a miracle in order to ace this exam.

Still, there's something nice about taking classes again, something nice about learning the old fashioned way. Something about going back to a classroom after almost 7 years you know.

Anyway, I got our plane tickets to Singapore today. I asked my friend to send me a fax of her passport. I asked for the front page since it has all the details (Passport number, name, validity etc.). I also asked for the last page since this has the emergency contact numbers and your signature.

So she sent it to me, but she only sent me half the last page. The page for emergency contact numbers was missing, like a piece of paper covered it. I asked her about it, apparently she did cover it since she wrote down her OWN contact numbers.

Gee, in case of an emergency and anything happens to me, like death for instance...call me.

What can I say? She said she wasn't breastfed when she was a kid. Now I know what happens.

Mid - Life Crisis

Got this email from a friend:

Well, it's not really a midlife crisis, but here's how things worked out for me. Married 32 years, I took a look at my wife one day and said, "Honey, 32 years ago, we had a cheap apartment, a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10-inch black and white TV, but I got to sleep every night with a hot 20 year old. Now we have a nice house, nice car, big bed and plasma screen TV, but I'm sleeping with a 52 year old woman.You're not holding up your side of things."

My wife is a very reasonable woman. She told me to go out and find a hot 20 year old blond to sleep with and she would see to it that I would once again live in a cheap apartment, drive a cheap car, sleep on a sofa bed, and watch a 10-inch black and white TV.

Personality Test

I took this simple Personality Test and it's actually pretty accurate!

You come to grips more frequently and thoroughly with yourself and your environment than do most people.

You detest superficiality. You'd rather be alone than have to suffer through small talk.

Your relationships with your friends are very strong, which gives you the inner tranquility and harmony that you require.

You do not mind being alone for extended periods of time. You are rarely bored.

Happy Feet!

I can't wait!

Caliente!

My drinking buddy and her hot hot boyfriend.

Shetters!

I gotta get me one of those!

sigh...

Mi Casa Ideal

We were asked by my spanish teacher, whom I find hot by the way, to describe our ideal house. So ever since I was young I always thought I would live in a big apartment, never a house. I don't have much use for a big house if I don't have any plans to get married anyway (I know, never say never!)

Anyway, as I grew older this apartment has now evolved to what we call a loft. Close to what you would see in The Village in New York I guess.

So this is basically what I wrote:

Te mando una foto de mi plano de casa ideal. Mi casa ideal es un apartamento del piso alto. Tiene tres dormitorios, un salon-comedor, un cuarto de lavadero, la cocina, dos cuartos de bano y garage de acceso dirsto. Tiene un dormitoros grande y los otros dos mas pequenos. Y el cuarto d bano tiene camino al armario y la tina grande. Mi casa tiene un balcon, una chimenea francesa y un centro de entretenimiento. Tambien la cocina grande tine una ventana de bahia, la ventana da al jardin y piscina. Mi casa s bastante comoda y cerca de la playa. Tambien bastante grande y muy bonita.

Cool huh? My first whole paragraph. (ok second, the first one was about personal stuff so that doesn't count) It basically says my ideal house has 3 bedrooms, a deck, walk in closet (so important!) and it's near the beach (hey gotta dream big!) It's a really crappy paragraph but I wrote it. I'm really proud of myself for learning a second language. I was thinking of taking French too but I didn't think my brain could take it. Plus I procrastinated so I was late for the enrollment. As usual.

Call me Ms.Productive

I'm just all Ms.Productive today! Happy happy joy joy...Woohoo

JetStar Asia has a promo. US$22 One Way trip to Singapore, really really cheap so I jumped on it. I've been planning to visit my friend but ,nice person that I am, I really didn't want to spend the whole $400 to get there. I would rather use the $300 difference as pocket money. It was really impulsive though since I was supposed to use that money for a trip to Davao City this December for my friends' wedding. But since Singapore was cheaper than Davao...I'm sure he'll understand. Hahaha

I also finished my spanish class in Instituto Cervantes so I am now on to the next level. Over the weekend, I finally enrolled in a review class for GMAT. God I hope that works out...Math has always been my weakest subject.

So yes, I didn't procrastinate at all this weekend. Now all I have to do is fill up my applications. I'm gonna get right on it...tomorrow.

TGIF!

It has been such a slow slow slow day for me. Probabaly coz I don't really have any pending deadlines...well, nothing quite urgent!

So here I am, trying my best to look busy when in fact all I've done today is download some christmas songs for my iTunes, reviewed for my spanish class and the rest I forget. I'm sure I did some work...I think.

I'm so bad I know but I'm sure we all have days like these...

I guess it doesn't help that I was on the phone with my mom for more than an hour at 2 in the morning. She lives in New Jersey so 2 in the morning is the perfect time for her. Of course we didn't talk about anything important, just catching up on family gossip...

Ahhh, I want to go home! i want my bed! Hm, I wonder if anyone will notice if I sneak out...

Sandra

I just downloaded a Barry Manilow song called "Sandra". Ok, so to some people that just might be pushing it but to others he is still a classic. Probably really baduy espcially since I'm adding on to his list of songs like "Mandy" and "Somewhere Down the Road" to my iPod.

But what can I say? I have my moods, so there are times when I'm in the mood for really sappy songs just so I can emote. Don't get me wrong, I like a lot of RnB songs so my tastes vary from sappy to funky. Don't worry, I also have "Shake that Ass For Me" by Eminem and Nate Dogg and "Dreaming with a Broken Heart " by John Mayer and other tasteful songs in that genre. So there's hope for me yet.

So anyway, as I was saying, I was listening to "Sandra" and I realized that the girl in the song committed suicide. (I think)

She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake)
It was real touch and go for a while

I grew up with this song and I only now realized what this song really means. Just like when my mom spent the whole afternoon watching Myx and MTv, she realized that songs from my generation actually makes sense.

Interesting. When I was young I wanted to be called Sandra instead of Isabelle and yet I lived my life afraid that this would be the theme song of my life.

She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my, my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself

I'm so weird!

Hm

The mother of my aunt's friend is depressed. Another friend died and she's afraid that she too will die soon. All her friends seem to be dying on her one by one. So yes, she feels bad. She doesn't eat, sleep or leave the house.She just doesn't feel like doing anything.

She said the last friend that died on her was too young to die. She was 86 years old.

The mother of my aunt's friend is 92 years old.

I'm scared to tell her that it's kinda inevitable.

Life in the 1500s

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be.

Here are some facts about the 1500s:

• Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married. (You can forget about the flowers then!!)

• Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the bath water.

• Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof.Hence the saying. It's raining cats and dogs.

• There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
  

• The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor.

• The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a threshhold.

• In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner,leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.

• Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.

• Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
  

• Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
  

• England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the gravyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a … dead ringer..

Pet Peeve

One of my greatest pet peeve (I have a long list!) is when someone makes a lot of noises when they eat. You know what I mean? I hate it when they make all that chomping sounds as though they haven't eaten in decades. I especially hate it when you hear the sound of saliva shlopping syap syap (Ok, I had to make that up).

It drives me nuts!

Unfortunately for me, I sit next to a guy at work who eats exactly like that. Goodness gracious man! You drive me absolutely crazy! Match it with a really loud obnoxious personality and you've got yourself a winner!!

Every-single-freaking-day I have to gather all my strength, I have to control myself. I just want to throw my shoe at him and ask if he was raised by pigs!

Inhale, exhale...get a grip Isabelle, don't get worked up over this crap...Hm, maybe if i throw my shoe at him he won't mind. It's a free country anyway and I would be expressing myself.

Yeah right. If only it were that easy.

I'm Sorry

The mother of my close friend is dying. I guess the doctors gave up...she's dying of cancer and she has less than one year to live.

In some ways I guess you could say that you are lucky to have enough time to take care of things, say goodbye and leave with peace. But then you're dying. No one knows what comes after that. And it's the people you leave behind that will have to cope with picking up the pieces.

What do you say to the person who's waiting for her mother to die? How do you find the right words? How do you say that you'll be there for her and sound like you mean actually mean it. How do you say you're sorry without giving a speech of generic bullshit?

The thing is, I cannot even begin to comprehend what she must be going through. I don't want to be a hypocrite and pretend that I know how it must be when I probably would end up dying too should this happen to me. I just cannot imagine life without my mother.

Oh cha, I really am sorry. I wish I knew what to say. I wish I knew how to make you feel better. But I don't. So I will not say anything but I know that with years of friendship between us, you know that I am here praying for you.

CopyLeft

Why do people blog?

I don't know and I don't really care. Despite the fact that I enjoy reading other people's blog I'm really not here for others. I'm here for myself. Blogging is like therapy for me. After my short bout with some kind of stupid depression because of my stupid decisions, I thought blogging would be a good outlet for me. Blogging keeps the loneliness away. I can say what I want, post what I want without being judged. Or at least not care who passes judgement.

Selfish? Yes, maybe. But the way my life has been going for the past few years I firmly believe that I have the right to be selfish. So I refuse to apologize for whatever I post in my blog. You're bothered? Well, as I will eloquently put it, you can go fuck yourself.

Copyrights? Plagiarism? Hoo-bloody-kers?! I don't really give a flying fuck. As long as no one is getting hurt then I'm all for the promotion of freedom, cooperation and freedom of expression.

Here's the link in case you've never heard of such thing: CopyLeft