Status: Damn cold.
Music: Nobody Wants to be Lonely - Ricky Martin & Christina Aguilera

Gawd, it took me six days before finally updating this blog. Still uber-busy. Nevertheless, I am still glad to announce that it’s been nine days since I last touched a cigarette. This is because my heart has been aching like hell. No, I’m not being schmaltzy. That’s not figurative. I’m talking about the organ (no, not that organ, silly, much higher). You know the organ that pumps blood called “heart.” Right, that organ. It hurts. So I stopped smoking. I can’t believe I survived nine days without nicotine, caffeine, and beer. That’s an accomplishment. I’ve been rewarding myself with too much yogurt with live microorganisms (Nancy Castiglione, ikaw ba yan?). Yum yum. I have to keep this up.

Anyway, being excruciatingly busy at work, I’ve been desperately struggling to find something enjoyable. Yahoo Messenger has become my only source of relaxation. To be more specific — my YM status messages. Here are some of my status messages this past few days. :

  1. My last name may be Hungarian but no, I don’t like sausage. (Not true, actually. I like sausage.)
  2. “I feel drunk but I’m sober. I’m young and I’m underpaid. I’m tired but I’m working. Yeah!” (Hand in my Pocket, Alanis Morissette)
  3. “It’s like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a DAMN knife.” (modified Ironic, Alanis Morissette)
  4. Alanis Morissette is Canada’s greatest contribution to mankind.
  5. When I was a kid, I thought I could make a deck of cards explode. You know, like Gambit. When my dad told me it was impossible, I packed my stuff and ran away. They found me in an arcade.
  6. I hate bitchy people. They’re just, uh, bitchy.
  7. This is when “work” becomes a verb. Oh please, Work, I like you better when you were a noun.
  8. This is how it feels to pretend like I know what I’m writing about.
  9. Waaaah! I really don’t know what I’m writing about.
  10. When I don’t know what I’m writing about, I just… Damn, I really don’t know what I’m writing about.
  11. I miss Vanessa Carlton. Damn. This is sooo… gay.
  12. I miss oversleeping like I miss college. Damn, I can’t believe I miss college!
  13. “Malas mo. Ikaw ang natipuhan ko.” (Oo, Up Dharma Down)
  14. Gawd, again, I really don’t know what I’m writing about.
  15. Mum, I’m telling you. It’s not just a phase! You see, I still like Baby Spice. And the rest of ‘em.
  16. It’s weird that I like the Pussycat Dolls. I mean, I don’t like dolls. I don’t like cats. And I don’t like….
  17. My ex-girlfriend and I wanted to hurt each other so badly. She dated my bestfriend. I dated her brother. I won.
  18. Writing is like sex. It’s exciting. It’s exhausting. And I suck at it.

Before I end this, I just want to make it clear that the last item is NOT true. Absolutely false. Written just for humour. Haha. Defensive.

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