Note to Self: January 6, 2010 blotted aT 10:22 PM maryl pabor che. numa ya man asa. chene ya le otro kiere. bien bisto gad. hahaha.   lets all eat haagen daz and be merry. happy happy happy __<insert appropriate holiday here>______ to me. Currently listening to: Office Banter beside my singing friend Currently watching: myself.. drink here.

January 3, 2010 blotted aT 11:15 AM maryl staring out into the Makati skyline towards the Mandarin Oriental, i cant help but wonder if i will ever be able to enter hotels as posh as the one facing me right now. sure i may 'enter' its doors, but to really enjoy its comforts and experience the glory of a #3 hotel (out of 41 in Makati) is something of a dream in my book. but then one would never know what the future would bring and what tomorrow may offer. someday soon i may just wake up to more than just the silken sheets of the a five star. Who knows in a few years time only a seven star hotel can satisfy my curiosity. Been there, done that. (as if!!! ) happy new year everyone!   ps: one can never be too optimistic about dreams. because it may be all that we have. hahaha... drink here.

December 22, 2009 blotted aT 09:22 PM maryl after days on end of flexing my fingers on the keyboard for purely professional reasons, i have finally gotten the time to flex it for something completely different. well not exactly and entirely different because i would essentially still be talking about the grueling week that has passed. i started work on a Saturday. i ended my first day the next day at 3 AM. so basically my first day was more than a day literally and figuratively. and for obvious and expected reasons i would not be wracking my brain for an explanation of how that day was 'more than a day'. i met quite a number of people lately. they have been quite different from what i expected. Different in a good way of course. but that is not to say that i do not miss my friends at home. on the contrary i miss them just as much as i miss my blankie- my real blankie not the pseudo-kumot i have at The Dorm. hmph. i wanna go home. but i cant. the plane fares too 'karo' and i lost my phone to a snatcher on the bus. and i dont want to talk about it! bratty. but please please give me a break. i think i have a right to be catty/bratty and what-not because i lost the phone my Dad gave me. anyway, to end this drabble--work life has been fun. period. i.love.it.   Currently listening to: Party in the USA Currently watching: Panda! 2 drank my thoughts.

just an itch. April 14, 2009 blotted aT 08:17 PM maryl scratch everything i said. it was just the nostalgia talking. period. drink here.

galit, inis, asar! March 23, 2009 blotted aT 09:33 PM maryl matagal na rin akong nagtitiis. ilang buwan na rin akong nagtitimpi ng galit at pagkainis. naaasar ako sa management teacher namin. pagkababa-baba ng gradong binigay niya sa akin. matapos ang lahat lahat kong ginawa para sa hayup na subject na iyon, 88 lang ang naibigay niya? kung tutuusin may utang pa siya sa akin para sa midterm grade ko. akalain mo ba naman na hindi niya ako binigyan ng puntos para sa essay ko. itlog. zero. kahit na may tama naman ang sinulat ko. inis na inis ako sa kanya. kung hindi lang talaga kasalanan pitikin ang kanyang noo, matagal ko na sanang ginawa iyon. napakaplastik nya. pag ako naging ganap nang accountant, hinding hindi ako magpapasalamat sa kanya. wala siyang mabuting nagawa sa akin dahil wala na siyang ibang ginawa kundi magchismis at magpasipsip.     drink here.

twenty one March 19, 2009 blotted aT 09:48 PM maryl i am officially, irrevocably twenty one and it doesn't feel anything like what i thought it might. i dont feel the harshness of being alone, the demented memory loss or even the crippling tiredness. being twenty one is just like being sixteen with the perks of alcohol and gambling. of course you're parents wont be able to claim additional deductions in their tax returns but at least you can already get your license once you pass the boards and well work your arse off. i turned twenty one last march 18 and they gave me a bash. we had a yellow cake and yellow tablecloth. we had turkey (aka. mini ostrich daw), pseudo-knicker bocker and crab fooyong. my friends came and we laughed the night away. of course my day did not end until i saw gray at least 5 times. he was grinning and smiling and wishing me all the best face to face. of course he was inside my ipod and i was in bed. but it was more than enough. and well suddenly DK's four o'clock greeting paled in comparison to gray's smiley good luck. thank you bears.. mahal ko kayo!   oh.oh.oh i really hope DK was not pissed when i texted him 'cge.. ingatz'. afterall he uses it all the time when he textes me.     and after everything... heres to noses and grins..     3 drank my thoughts.

No Wait March 15, 2009 blotted aT 11:34 PM maryl   i am graduating soon and somehow before i leave the four walls of ateneo i would like to try make sense of what has happened for the past three and so-so years.   no wait. scratch all of that. because now all i ever want to talk about, think about is everything that has nothing to do with accountancy, the board exams and graduation. i want to live the life of the bum if only for a week or two. i want to be irresponsible, irrational and unpredictable. i want to be anything but who i was in high school and/or college because frankly i think im boring, plain and all the synonyms involved. i want to stop feeling so inadequte and lacking all the bloody time. i want to stop worry about tomorrow and how everything a month from now. i want to stop being so OC. i want to stop writing in english and start working on my filipino. i want to stop writing poems that rhyme. i want to learn how to spell correctly again. i want to regain my penchant for memorizing. i want to stop my habit of glancing at my phone every 5 minutes. i want to stop waiting for the one to come. i want to be religious. i want to remember acceptance, forgiveness and happiness. i want to stop being jaded. i want to go back to grade school and correct my mistake of not fighting for volleyball. i want to be independent. i want to be me but not really. because at the end of the day, all work and no play really does make one a dull boy (or girl... whatever)  but then after all of that, i'd go back to being me because as far back as i can remember, being plain jane hasnt isnt really as bad it may seem, on the contrary it was all that and more. I bet everything i own if anyone can tell me otherwise. two words: worth it ----- dk: has crummy look alike. chance had nothing to do with anything it was all because of the rattan ball, atfest and gray. gray: soon to be father ergo will forever be religious. his college years will never be equal to 7th yr. 7th yr: will never be understood because he is and will be such a freaky genius forever. mr.forever: to see you again will be something: applies only after May Currently listening to: Love Story by Taylor Swift drink here.