Showing posts with label when in doubt waste time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label when in doubt waste time. Show all posts

Monday, September 21, 2009

Games people play.

I. 20 Questions

1. Name the number. Number all the names.
2. Right or wrong?
3. Wrong, and write.

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4. Boxers vs. briefs?
5. Briefer and briefer.
6. Briefed.

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7. Let's play catch-up!
8. Catch up! The game began long ago.
9. Catch up? The game began long ago...
10. Catch, v.: To save?
11. Catch, n.: A trap.

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11. Draw a straw.
12. Luck of the draw.
13. Thirteen.

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14. And so it goes.
15. So how goes it?
16. ...
17. I drew the same blank, baby.

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18. Neither here nor there.
19. Look elsewhere?
20. Time's up.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

When in doubt, waste time.

1. If I were a doll, the accessories packaged with me would be:
A library and rec room with a big stereo. No ice cream maker and ice cream parlor for this Barbie! Wait...

2. I have a fear of:
Big, hairy... spiders.

3. What type of food do you eat at your grandparents house:
Uga or dried fish, lots and lots of fruits, tubo!

4. What did you weigh when you were born?
Less than what I'd like to lose now, probably.

5. What would you do if you were stranded on an island with the person you hate most?
How big is the island? I'll vote him off the island. Rape, murder, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away...

6. What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?
Cheat on him too, with someone better-looking, and better in bed.

7. Do you stalk anyone on myspace?
Nope, I like to google google. I like to... Google!

8. I find the thought of childbirth:
Painful.

9. Next door to my house was:
Pen Medina. Seriously. I almost fell down the little canal leading to the house once, becase he was staring at me and I didn't want to look away first. He smiled.

10. My feet are:
Sooo ugly. Especially with the Polish/Indonesian-flag toenail. I really have to go to the salon.

11. My preferred style of jeans are:
Comfortable.

12. Why is your #1 your #1?
Because I always look out for it.

13. Know how to cook?
If I feel like it.

14. I am annoyed by:
Stupidity and insincerity and impoliteness.

15. What is the worst way you were dumped?
Over the phone. Because I cheated on him. According to him.

16. What sea creature scares you?
Jelly fish. Yes, from experience.

17. What color hair do most of the people you are around have?
Black. I would have said so when I was in Japan, too. But apparently, the Japanese are born with blond hair, that turn blue, or green, or purple (yes! purple) when they (especially the women) grow old.

18. What object have you broken most recently?
Hmmm. I sat on my glasses recently, but I guess they're unbreakable.

19 . Name one of the Spice Girls.
Britney Spears.

20. What was the last thing to make you cry?
The remaining balance in my bank account.

21. What are the stems on wine glasses for?
To hold with three fingers while your pinky is in the air.

22. My favorite shoes are:
Chucks.

23. Can you use chopsticks?
For anything other than eating? Nope.

24. Do you prefer beaches or forests?
Water trumps earth everyday.

25. What serial killer do you find most disturbing?
What serial killer won't you find disturbing? Okay... I'm getting bored na.

26. Who knows a secret or two about you?
Anybody who's willing to buy me drinks and keep them coming.

27. Have you ever burned yourself?
Who hasn't?

28. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?
The me who's so bored she's doing this survey.

29. Where is your sister right now?
Which one? But probably both in school.

30. Do you believe that love lasts forever?
Not as long as this survey. Has it been a thousand years, darling?

31. What are you listening to?
Fiona Apple. Paper bag.

32 . What do you smell like?
What the fuck? Like freshly laundered linens. A meadow. The reddest rose. Vanilla ice cream. What the fuck?

34. Does anyone regularly tell you they love you?
God.

35. What's the most confusing thing for you?
That people think I look Indian. Would you stop it already?

36. Do you have any bad habits?
Why? What have you heard?

37. Did you ever wanted to be a teacher?
I have been a teacher.

38. What is your favorite color?
Okay. I quit.

39. Is there something that you're waiting for?
This.


I tag anyone who has the time.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Little blog of horrors

Something I saw in an old blog which I never finished (the post, the blog is way, way over). Sounds familiar? But I don't know why I never clicked on [Publish this post], because having seen it again, it amused me no end. (Na-amuse sa sariling sinulat? Winner. Kaya nga "shameless self-promotion" eh.) And made me think about my idea of making an(other) anonymous-kuno, unlinked blog where I could... never mind. Here it is:


"So. I have a problem.

This blog was set up for various reasons: shameless self-promotion, posterity, etc, etc--and so I don't always run to my friends when I feel like ranting--but basically I wanted this to be a place where I can be honest and just be myself.

But I realize, there is no bigger bullshit than to just "be yourself." Just! Look how easy, Just be yourself! (Remember this tag line? It was popularized by the clothing store geared towards the ever impressionable, peer-pressure-able teen crowd.) We all have alternate egos, and you're a liar if you say any different. In my case, there's Drey-with-her-family, Drey-at-work, Drey-all-by-herself, Drey-with-friends, Drey-with-people-she-has-just-met. Perhaps there might even be a Drey-with-a-cute-guy alterego. And though we pretty much get along, it kinda gets crowded if I introduce every Drey to whomever I meet every time. Or if I attempt to mix-and-mingle with the whole gamut of categories. So.


What's the problem again? Who are you talking to? Which Drey?"


Nyahahahahaha.

Now I want to meet all of them Dreys I was talking about. Like an out-of-body experience where I observe all these little selves (Is this an Oliver Sacks essay, "Selves"? Someone else?) in action while spirit-Drey is floating overhead, arms akimbo, wearing an amused little smile. Occasional mutters of "What a crock of shit!" "Winner ang posturing!" and "Booola!" floating around in thought bubbles. All done with indulgent patience, like I imagine on my Mom's face when I told her I'd give her my first pay check as a little tribute. (She was kind enough not to laugh and blurt out a sarcastic "Right!" to my face.)

Hahaha. Tangina. Looking over old blog posts is (weird and a little too self-serving, yes) like listening to your family recount stories of past bloopers you don't even remember.

As a matter of fact, my mom actually scoffed at the offer, adding, "Tapos ano? Hingi ka ng allowance?"

Winner. Yun lang. Winner.