How to dismantle a worker drone *

make sure to accomplish the following the day prior:

• get soaked in a cold downpour that sends roaches swarming away from the sewers
• ride an air conditioned bus
• stay up late
• sleep badly
• wake up early

On the day concerned, make sure the following components are present:

• an officemate smelling of cigarette smoke and halitosis with a penchant of singing and dancing (if you can call it that) to the noise he calls music.
• the abovementioned 'music' should be a mix of the following but not limited to: 1)the trash from pogi-rock artists 2)the retarded releases from the so-called artists with a braincell-killing bass beat on a loop and lyrics composed of words such as 'niggah','peeps' and other slang associated with 'gangstahs' calling each other 'niggahs' 3)radio fodder from the past and present 4)so-called songs from the winner of the latest milk-the-masses-of-their-money exercise by TV stations under the guise of a 'talent search' 5)eardrum-busting screeches from Nina and her posse
• badass coffee from the pits of hell that tastes like heaven but has the kick of a thousand crazed horses straight from Hades
• lousy traffic caused by the cars of spoiled brats who will not ride a jeepney even in life-or-death situations who are studying(?) in a couple of posh universities along Taft avenue
• an eager-beaver air conditioning unit that tends to dry out your eyes and inner eyelids
• a persistent cold lurking under the horizon

Add each of them one by one, and at the end of the week, you have reduced a usually robust man into a mindless zombie coughing up things unprintable and feeling years older than his original age. this is the reason why i want cubicles and not a small room crammed with programmers - i want the space, even if the space resembles a prison more than a workstation.

(A/N: * = butchered a U2 album name for this) 

Alleluia~!

YES~! i.ph finally got this thing working again. props to you guys, whoever you are. and i really hope no one axes you - as a code monkey myself, i hate it when i get blamed for hardware failures. and i really hate it when the problem is caused by end-users. fucking idiots. but that's another post.

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a quick blurb: happy birthday to my fellow TMB forum resident Noelle! one of the most level-headed down-to-earth person i know (at least online). very sensible (read her posts) and yeah, she's one of the hottest too. hope you have a good one, and may the Force be with you always.

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now i know how used sanitary napkins feel when they're carelessly tossed into (and missing) the bin, without even being wrapped with something. 

don't you just hate it when people treat you like a leper? if the person outright hates your guts and says that when you ask him/her then fine, it's better if you just ignore each other. but if there is no outright declaration of such, then i think one should be at least civil to the other.

call that assuming fine. i can also take hints dearie. so goodbye. and fuck you. 

6 units more and a long road to hell to go

to say one is 'sated' means one is satisfied or is in a state of complete satisfaction. therefore that's not the way to describe how i feel when it comes to computer programming in general.

sick of it - that's the way to go.

it's strange.to think i've been itching to be a programmer since HS. now i kick myself in the nuts every morning when i wake up for sticking to this course and not taking up Creative Writing in UP Diliman. i qualified for that too, and now seven years after UPCAT i *still* see no light in the end of the tunnel i've been digging all this time; even the light from the other end is not even visible anymore.

so yeah, to say that i'm scalp-deep in shit i dug up myself is an understatement.

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quick post

props to the TMB's Main man himself - Adam Mordo - for getting past another milestone on the road to Death! no, that greeting isn't supposed to be morbid as hell, but hey, we all are on the damn road, and a lot of us don't get to your age. so be happy and make the most out of this fucked-up sadomasochistic journey called life. the journey is long, so don't sweat the small stuff. of course, that doesn't mean you won't appreciate them - seeing the quirky small stuff makes life a whole lot more interesting than the rat race a lot of us is in.

here's  a drink to you buddy

How a squiggly line can seriously unmake your day

yay! new post. so it has reached a point where even i'm a little flabbergasted on the direction my life is going. to say that it's a little out of my control now is well, a fuckin' understatement.

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I got my ECG results from a couple of months back. i wonder if that's still valid - i wasn't able to follow it up back then because of a lot of shit that happened - and most of them are still happening now. shit. there's this squiggly line in the remarks section that made my eyebrow twitch.

 
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