And I may report for an interview tomorrow, when the call comes in.
5 hours ago, I thought today was just another day.
Woot.
(I think the news is taking its sweet time to hit my brain.)
(Very, very sweet time.)
Dearest everyone.
If you have a friend or family member who works at Standard and Charter Philippines as an Outbound Sales Rep, Customer Service Rep, or any similar line of work, please tell them the following:
Avoid calling the client listed under the name ELLEN M. YANG at the number 0916-3157148 in any way possible, as long as the purpose of the call is purely for promotional services only.
The reason why I'm saying this is that the above number is no longer Mrs. Yang's, but mine. I have repeatedly requested S&C representatives who call my number to append that fact to the client file they possess, but apparently they don't know what the term "append" or "add" mean in the English language. So, if I can't get them to stop by being nice, then I have no choice but to lambast them the next time they call my phone in the most spontaneous, insulting manner possible - while attempting to enlighten them in a manner that most insane Marauders (are there any sane ones?) would appreciate, if not applaud.
That, or be forwarded to their supervisor. Whichever comes first.
blu
so how do you sing a song of comfort a sad song of home of wings and shattered dreams of tortured shrieks and moans?
how do you sing a song of mayhem of justice and righteousness denied? how do you softly whisper the words to the one who murdered your pride?
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above poem is nothing. really.
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coping with jealousy is one thing. coping with jealousy and stubborness is another. and coping with a hyperactive pikachu ... well, dont try it.
Edit: LJ is bugging me about keeping my password as a gooblygooky soup of numbers and letter. yet how many people know my password, or realize that my password can be found in the bible? (hint: repeat the mineral that the woman who looked at sodom turned into three times. that aint it, sucker.)
I suddenly remember an old post, whose URL i shall not care to reprint because (say it with me!) I'm lazy. Yeah. And a bastard. So woot and all that.
Today's post is all about respect, lack of it, and gigantic pokemon that rape your ass. I'm kidding, btw, on the last part. Pikachu is still cuddly cute for me.
A little background: I'm currently playing an MMORPG called Rising Force Online. Needless to say, its my first, having "graduated" from DOTA, TD, Quake 4 (with cheats!), and Act of War and Dawn of War. Now, I originally had no intention of joining RF at all, since it seemed to be a huge money sink (okay, it is). And I wanted to play WC3 once it hit the Philippines, since it seemed way cooler (yes, it is). Who cared about the fact that it would eat more money than I had? I didn't.
Then I saw an in-game event called the Chip War. And so, I realized that the people who largely play RF at the shop I frequent are members of a hopeless faction, I decided to give it a shot. Yay me.
During the course of the game, I was honored to become one of the founding members of a guild. Now, some people may say its not worth much attention and so on and so forth, but for me, mr. wet-behind-the-ears-noob, it was great. It felt great.
Up till last week, that is. (Yes, I'm typing with events on super-duperized fast forward. Could be worse.)
So now the guild I helped establish is (AGAIN) falling apart, due to several prominent members leaving without a by-your-leave. And then why say, "Oh, its just for a while, we meant no disrespect" and all that paper-thin excuse stuff.
Woot.
So here I am, typing away because I don't want to throw the guild away, yet wondering if its worth it to do shit on someone. I dont know at the moment, and I'm glad that I got my Accounting BS for tomorrow all done. (Hooray for national emergencies, and may they shoot the protesters in the kneecaps with rubber bullets at pointblank range, then shower them with hallucinogens and alcohol!)
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In other news, I made a submission to the Fully Booked writing contest. I really hope I win something.
Whoop.
First off, I'm grumpy. Apparently, some people think I'm frigging decoration in the guild, or at least thats what I'm given to understand. So its supposed to be okay if people leave, bitch, or do crazy shit in the guild, because my opinion apparently doesnt f**king matter.
Ayus.
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Second, I'm still half thinking about joining the Fully Booked contest. The requirement is approximately no more (?) thatn 7k words, and I should be capable of doing that before Monday next week, well in time for submitting it.
Woot.
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Still working on the letter Silver...unless you'd like a letter from the Witch-King's mount that starts with "Yo hot momma"...
Hmmmm...
Silver wants a letter from the Witch-King. Hmmm.
Wooyt.
So, its the new year, and I'm hooked on RF, and whatnot.
Sweet. x.x
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Its amazing what hunger does to a person early on in their lives.
Last Sunday, me and my mom got into an argument about some things, hence me going thinky-poo about some things in general in my life. (And some more things that I wont discuss, so thingy.)
Which brings me to hunger. A lot of people say that I'm amazingly thin, but what they dont know is that I used to starve myself back in grade and high school. No, dear reader, not anorexia or bulimia-induced...
You see, I was studying at a private school filled up with boys who had more money than me. When lunchtime rolled around, they'd buy food from the cafeteria or sneak out of the school, and so they'd enjoy simple stuff like pizza, ice cream... that sorta gig. Meanwhile, I was stuck eating one of two things: Canned food, or leftovers. Why? Because that was economical and thrifty.
Woot.
I'm not completely blaming my parents..after all, if they decided to finance my culinary adventures back then, they'd be broke. ^_^ But as anyone who knows me knows all too well, i like my food. Verily muchee.
So when I was tired of corned beef, instant noodles or (wenk wenk) sardines, I'd just close my eyes and sleep it off. Yeah, must be why I'm sch a weird, pathetic disturbed bastard. Aheh. In fact, I remember going to 3 Boy Scout camps back at school...but I never had a decent dinner in any of them, unless one counts a Coleman full of cold water as decent dinner.
Where is all this food blathering going to? I have no idea. But I wanted to talk about it, so there. Which is also why, in this present day and age...I'm very critical of the food that I pay for. And once again, if you know know me, then you know how nastily strange my temper can get.
Asus. no tears, baby. Just the truth.
Sometimes.
We have to do things for the better good.
Corny no?
And then...
Well, I havent posted for a long while, as usual. ^^
Basically, I gave up DOTA for RF Phil. And boy, its been an interesting time.
Right now, I'm with an online buddy who's thinking of making a Guild. Whee....makes me fuzzy inside.
La lang. Our main issue lang is looking for players that fit our needs... T.T
And if I feel like it, I might change my lj layout.
Woom. You Are A Murderess You kill for the fun of it, sometimes getting as filthy as possible in the proccess. You like to be brutal, and your victims mean nothing to you. Maybe you even research your 'art' by reading up on Elizabeth Bathory?
Let us assume, for a moment, that mages, regardless of ranking or station, can ask the Patron/God/Goddess that they are affiliated with regarding certain issues within their domain.
The question is, can a mage working with entropy request a review of a person's case so taht their life may be plausibly extended?
