Few minutes left...
Thirty minutes more and I'm outta here. After enduring 32 hours (yeah i only went to work for 4 days), I am finally walking out of this damn office, and regaining my life back. But then again, I dare ask -- What life?

If someone asked me to describe what my life is right now, I have to scan the dictionary for the whole day to come up with the apt description. Not because my sorry-ass-english is failing me, but because as usual I am at a lost.

Let me get started with my typical day. I wake up usually around 6:30 AM, too early for my 9-6 job, but definitely late if I want to hit the gym. So normally, I would go straight to the bathroom to take my mandatory body clean-up, which normally takes about 20 minutes (sheesh need to spend more time cleaning myself!). After that would be the dreaded what-should-wear-for-the-day-decision. And most of the times I don't like to decide so I just pick up whatever comes to mind. Like my purple blouse and black pants and my purple blouse and black pants again...no it is not my office uniform. Next stop, is packing my gym bag. Scurrying back and forth looking for my rubber shoes, towels, deodorant, etc. Then I'm off to my sister's car, if she is still waiting for me.

While in the car, I'll hastily comb my hair and check my stuff if I forget anything. Next stop, Magallanes. Crossing the main road is easy for me, since I spent most of my life commuting here and there, so the thought of being run-over doesn't scare me at all (only sometimes).

Usually there is no cues in the jeepney terminal going to Ayala. But for the life of me, I don't know why it is always muddy in that area. Well guess have to live with it. The ride from Magallanes to Ayala is usually uneventful. Except when there is a rare cutie who happens to sit with me (oh dear! help...palpitations) or when a not-so-young woman is wearing this ultra-mini skirt which happens to be her office uniform. I can't help but stare at her, though I divert my attention quickly so I wont be discovered. hehehe (am i a pervert then?)

Stop, ayala. The long trek to JG Summit is compensated by the cuties I see. I swear Makati is giving me varicose veins almost everyday!

And then here we are, the torture chamber, where I force myself to do the step machine for 12 minutes. Damn my sweat is even blinding me and the worst of it all is I even taste it! ewwwwwww

After the gruelling excercise, I hit the shower, change clothes, and blow-dry my hair and off to my monotonous job.

Well the job is not that bad. I do my schedules, my own rules but still I still have to play with shit-rules they imposed on the rest of us. But then again who am I to complain...

A few more minutes before I can go home and be with my one and only love - my bed.

Sleep is such a luxury, wish i can afford to have it all the time. Of course if I have my wish, it can only mean one thing...I AM DEAD.

of genes and rashes
I'm voraciously reading about GMOs now. Not because I want to apply for a job at Mosanto nor would I join Greenpeace (even if the thought of visitin Antartica for free is not enough for me to jump to the other fensce..hehehe)...So why am I reading such scientifically-socially-nauseously-relevant materials?

Well I am not reading these stuff just to be "in", but because I have to submit a paper on GMOs (again????????) Damn forgot that graduate school would mean writing papers after papers after paper after papers...grrrrrrrrr

Enough about complaining about the "writing-the-paper-chore", can't do anything about it anyway.

So here I am, waiting for the time to go home, my rashes are killing me. The worst thing is, i want to scratch it so bad. But the problem is it itches the worst around the butt area! And I can't very well scratch it while two of my male officemates are busy chatting (actually they are just making chismis) about Java etc. They are like aliens to me, speaking another lingo I am not familiar with. Oh well, guess I should thank my stars that I don't have to understand them. Two less people to deal with. If i have to deal with them, I swear I'll go so fast before they can even say - "goodbye!"

This GMO-thingie is making me paranoid, imagine cloning a human being, reminds me of Arnold Swarze-whatever's move "6th Day" He was clone in that movie. Damn just think two Arnolds in the movie. Two morons who can't act but are paid millions to act. The irony of life.

Anyway back to cloning, would it be cool if we can just clone ourselves so we can live forever? I dunno, but one thing is for certain...if I do clone myself, I'll make sure the clone wont have rashes.
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a rendezvous with mr. blue
i'm talking to mr blue now...don't know what happened to him, suddenly he turned into a cuckoo...oh well i'm off to bed....so tired from choosing the colors ;-)