Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day!

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Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mums out there.

Don’t look at me like that Ricky, I’m telling your father when he gets home. Can’t you for once just do it in the shower like every other four-year old girl? I don’t know why feel you must fuck up the sheets. You’re not the one having to wash them.

Here’s the original video.

Enjoy!

Mercury Retrograde

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Mercury Retrograde

Speaking of amazing fall/winter 2009 runway Louis Vuitton bunny ears, I took this photo about two weeks ago for shits and giggles. Yes, even before Madonna and before my haircut.

Mercury Retrograde

Thank god it’s Saturday! I don’t know about you but this week was PURE torture. Too many things to do in such limited time. My to-do list is longer than the stretch of the Great Wall of China. I spoke to a friend late last night (or should I say at 4AM this morning) while patiently and painfully uploading images at dial up-like speed on what was meant to be a dsl connection. I asked her, why am I subjecting myself to so much stress?  What it all boils down to is for the love of work. Gurl has to work hard for the money, I guess.

Sometimes I wish I had a day job that pays the bills and then some. Most bloggers have 9-5 day jobs and their blog is nothing but a hobby. I dunno… maybe it’s just me but perhaps there aren’t THAT many full-time bloggers out there. The question is… can I imagine myself waking up at an ungodly hour, sit in a cubicle for the whole day, deal with office politics and daily commute? I don’t think so. But for some reason, there’s an appeal to it — stability. Whether you work in the office or laze away in the cubicle and browse internet sites on company time, you still get paid… and at the end of the day, your “work” is done. Meanwhile, people like me are up 16, sometimes 20 hours a day, dealing with so much. Not only for five days but for the entire week! It’s a never-ending struggle. But I love my job. I really do.  

You know, I never really believed this whole Mercury Retrograde bullshit until this month. One of my hard drives somewhat died on me for some reason and I had to deal with the computer shop in trying to recover some of my data. Also, for the past week, I’ve been having far too many email problems — some emails are getting lost, some are being trapped in my spam folder and some are being trapped in my recipient’s spam folders. And then of course, problems with my internet connection. Ever since it rained (I think it was last weeked), my isp went kaput on me. I swear to god, it took me 2 hours to upload a 5mb file yesterday! God knows how many times I’ve called PLDT to fix it and the only response I get is that they’re working it or they’re *still* working on it. What rubbish.

According to Astrologyzone,
Mercury will retrograde from May 7 until the 30th but the effects can be
felt starting from May 1. Does it mean we’re fucked for the whole
month? Jesus.

I just wish things are working the way they are supposed to work because it’s fucking up my productivity. But what can one do eh? The good thing is, I managed to get out of the house a few times this week — haircut, facial, massage, shoots, even shopped a bit, etc. By the time I get home, I am just too exhausted to be angry at my internet provider.

I’m just glad it’s the weekend. I slept at 8:30AM today for about 10 hours.

Too bad I have more work to do. *sigh*

In the words of Emily, I love my job, I love my job, I love job.

That’s all.

White Knight

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White Knight

Zara to me is the land of no return. It’s temptation island right there! Every time I go to the mall and see the Zara store I always, always, ALWAYS tell myself to avoid it simply because it’s the vortex of evil. Especially when you’re trying to save money and when you’re on a very tight budget. Don’t get me wrong — I do LOVE Zara like everyone else but it’s so bloody hard to walk out of the store empty handed. You tell yourself you’re just gonna get one basic top, perhaps one of their v-necks, because you need it… next think you know, you’ve got a whole caravan’s worth of clothes on your arm to take you to the dressing room.

Basic tops aside, I got this cute cream-coloured jacket which is totally inspired by the house that Coco built.

photo credits: glenn perez