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Goodbye blogger.

We had some good times. But all good things must come to an end.

(Besides, you kept screwing me over. Bitch.)

I've moved.

Come with, if you like.

BLOGGER IS A BITCH

I'm not on hiatus. I'm just hiding somewhere else before I take a bat and smash Blogger's face in. If you wanna see the crib I've been hanging out at, contact me: maranavarro@gmail.com




"Let's hug it out, you little bitches."

9/11 (literally) Late Tribute

Song Post

To Make You Feel My Love
Josh Kelley

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

One night when the shadows and the stars appear
And theres no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

Oh I know u havent made your mind up yet
But I will never do you wrong
I knew right from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind we'd be wrong



I'd go hungry I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
No there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

hmmm.....

Oh when the storms raging on the open sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds will change they'll blow wild and free
You ain't see nothing like me

I could make you happy make your dreams come true
Though there's nothing that I wouldn't do
I'll go to the ends of the earth for you

To make you feel my love (4)

F1 over the weekend

I am a HUGE Kimi fan. Not just because he has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is camera shy but reasons that some might not see. Kimi Raikkonen is a force to be reckoned with in the Formula 1 Grand Prix. He is a brilliant driver. And if it were not for the crap-ass pit crew and F1 car that he's working with, he might be on podium and in first place more often. Sure, Michael Schumacher might have taken on 90wins, but he's an ass. And that Alonso is just an idiot. If we're just talking about talent, you've got it in the hands of this powerful Finn. I believe that 2007 will be the year of the Ice Man.

Kimi polls at Italian Grand Prix.
But Schumi takes center stage with 90th Grand Prix win and a retirement announcement. (PS. He already knows who's replacing him. Fingers crossed for our Kimi!!!)
New-comer, Kubica, takes third.
Where's Alonso you ask? Alonso blows out. Needless to say, people were ELATED at that stroke of luck.

Broke and breaking down in a broken bus

I haven't been feeling particularly "normal" the past few days so last night, I decided to leave work a bit earlier and catch a jologs love movie. (Shut up. We all must do what we can to stay sane.) I started out just after 6 only to realize, moments after stepping off the elevator, that the rain was heavily pouring outside. With my luck, I was umbrella-less. I couldn't hail a cab or catch any ride from the front of my building. Instead of admitting defeat and having to climb back up to my office, I put on my brave face and forged on. I took the sheltered walkways until I reached PBCom, the building behind mine. I took shelter for a few minutes and planned my escape route. Everybody was just as stuck as I was. But I wasn't gonna be like one of them. I crossed from the back of the building to the front where the underpass was accessible. I crossed and emerged on the other side. This was proving to be a daunting task seeing as I had to avoid rain in a place where when a faucet leaks, the entire area becomes flooded in a second. It was a bad idea. Braving the rain without so much as a hankie.


Then comes the second bad idea. Taking the bus. I have this really great gift for managing to pick out the crapiest bus of the bunch. This time, it was priceless. It's more priceless than that time where roaches were crawling all over the seats. More priceless than a homeless man throwing up a couple of seats behind me. This bus, ladies and gentlemen, played the Rainy Musical Chairs game. It was raining outside, and so it was the same inside. You could never tell where the next leak was to spring thus making the hour-long ride into a heart-pumping race to get the best (and I use the term loosely) seats in the bus. The lady beside me was thoroughly annoyed at the fact that there was a leak directly above us. There was nowhere else to go. I just gave up right then and there. If watching a movie proved to be this much waste of time and energy, I'd rather not get all worked up. So in the middle of that damp, wet, stinking bus, I finally broke down. I just laughed the entire experience. There was really nothing else I could do.

I couldn't get away from the rain. I couldn't get away from the people. I couldn't get away from the rush hour. I couldn't get away from Isabella (I've taken the liberty of picking out the temp name) kicking me, wanting an explanation as to why she has to take this bumpy and smelly ride as well.

I got off at Megamall and decided that I should just forego the movie. The mall's theatre is notorious for having hideous theatre system and I wasn't about to become the test subject as to whether or not it had changed along with the facade. In short, I bought pillows. Woopdeedoo. Pillows. How much more domestic and boring can you get? As it turns out, as I lay my head on my brand new pillow and embraced the rainbow-shaped, aptly named CuddleMe pillow, these were exactly what I needed this week .. a good, nice, warm, soft, pillowy sleep. See? I'm not hard to please. Turns out, I just needed my sleep.

Signs that I'm going nuts:

1. I watched my collection of Stevie porn (actually, just pics, but I like to call them porn anyways) on slideshow to the music of Ariel Rivera's Minsan Lang Kitang Iibigin. What is up with that?!

2. I devoured three Nutty Chocolate donuts from Dunkin' in a minute washing it down with .. wait for it .. orange juice. On any other day, Yuck. But today, not bad.

3. I want to purchase a 2,000 peso footwear. And I am goddamn broke. I'm so broke .. that there's not even a joke for it.

4. I want to watch You Are The One of Sam Milby and Toni Gonzaga. Just because it's cheesy and gross and uber-Pinoy labshet story. I can't relate but I will awaken something inside of me that can.

I cannot ..

I am going nuts, I tell you. I can't take being in this office anymore. I don't want to see another excel file in my entire life. I am just sick of the whole work routine. I SERIOUSLY need a break. A vacation. A day off. I just need some time to myself. Just to wallow and, really, do nothing at all. When I get fed up with it, then MAYBE I'd think about going back to work.

I can't deal with the world right now. I want to take a gun and race to the rooftops and just start shooting people. I am not even close to kidding. Aside from work, the Mother is flying in today. UGH. Talk about pressure and all the criticisms coming my way this week. Expect me to have an emotional breakdown by Friday and a ranting post come Monday morning.

Aside from work and the Mother visit, there are only 10 WEEKS left until it's baby day. Ever the procrastinator, I haven't gotten ANYTHING remotely prepared for another life in my already-cluttered "life". I CAN'T. I just want to climb into my bed, pull the covers over my head, and sleep the days away. I don't want to function anymore. I hardly have the will to blog. *gasp*

Life is catching up with me and it is PISSED that I laughed at it a couple of stops back. Payback is such a bitch. Everything is happening all at once and there's NO ONE I can turn to. NO ONE. Friends? Well, they're busy living their own lives. Pretty soon I won't have any friends (or semblance of a life) except for playdates and changing diapers. A far cry from my wild (albeit workday) nights. Family? Let's not even go there. The Dad? Well, he's slaving away for the incoming plus one that we're having. No point in giving him more shite.


*sigh*


Help.
Help.
Help.

Song Post

Just leafing through the tracks in the Network list and came across this.
Cried for about an hour in the bathroom.
It's surprising what music can do to you.

DAMAGED
by TLC

I know I’m kinda strange, to you sometimes
Don’t always say, what’s on my mind
You know that I’ve been hurt, by some guy
But I don’t wanna mess up this time

[bridge]
And I really really really care
And I really really really want you
And I think I’m kinda scared
Cos I don’t want to lose you
If you really really really care
Then maybe you can hang through
I hope you understand
It’s nothing to you

[chorus]
My heart’s at a low
I’m so much to manage
I think you should know that
I’ve been damaged
I’m falling in love
There’s one disadvantage
I think you should know that
I’ve been damaged

I might look through your stuff, for what I don’t wanna find
Or I might just set you up, to see if you’re all mine
I’m a little paranoid, from what I’ve been through
Don’t know what you got yourself into

And I really really really care (and I care about you so much)
And I really really really want you (I really do want you)
And I think I’m kinda scared (but I’m scared with every touch)
Cos I don’t want to lose you (cos I don’t want to lose you)
If you really really really care (if you care for me like you say)
Then maybe you can hang through (then maybe you can hang through)
I hope you understand (I hope you understand)
It’s nothing to you (it’s nothing to you, you)

My heart’s at a low
I’m so much to manage
I think you should know that
I’ve been damaged
I’m falling in love
There’s one disadvantage
I think you should know that
I’ve been damaged