<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:06:30.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail The Queen Bitch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-5961522432284386727</id><published>2008-11-21T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:09:24.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clown has two faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have new set of friends. I consider them as friends but what I am not certain about is if they consider me as a friend also. Maybe they like me because I make things very animated every time we are together. I make them laugh, I make things as if everyday is sunny and bright and I make every get together as fun as possible. But one thing I noticed is that every time we would go out of town, it seems that everyone has their respective seatmates except me. Yes, I would always seat in a bus alone and the person who would sit beside me is always the one who no longer have any choice either because there are no more chairs available or he came late and that his supposedly seatmate already looked for another seatmate. Pathetic me…the group’s clown is seating in loneliness just waiting for the show to start so he could feel at least that he is adored, but at the end of the show the clown will again sit in his chair of loneliness and will just wait for another show. I feel so stupid because it took me a long time to realize this. In fact, It was Jerrick who made me realize this. Last week, me and some of my “new set of friends” had coffee, then Jerrick blurted out his disappointment about the group not listening to him.. Listening in its truest sense. Jerrick is a good guy I must say and very sensitive to the feelings of others… yet he feels that way. As for me, maybe these people listen to me…passively… but are not taking me seriously, perhaps because for them I am just a clown…a clown who just put up shows for them and a clown will just be a clown and should not be taken seriously. But then again, I have this other set of volunteer friends who, despite my being a clown to them always makes me feel that I am important and that I am adored even after the show. Every time we would go out of town, everybody wants to be in the same bus where I am riding. They always want to be seated beside me. They would always listen to all my whims and all my bluffs. For quite sometime, I kinda neglected them, because I was busy being with my “new set of friends”. I suddenly missed my volunteer friends. I texted them, and all of them texted me back saying that they also missed me…I’m going back to them. I know it’s the right thing to do. They are the best friends I got. They accept me as I am. For them I am not a clown, but rather a good friend who cheers them up when they are down and somehow I touched their lives the best way I know how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-5961522432284386727?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/5961522432284386727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=5961522432284386727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/5961522432284386727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/5961522432284386727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/11/clown-has-two-faces.html' title='The Clown has two faces'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-290475485496794099</id><published>2008-08-27T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:31:51.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen plays Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times have you wanted to go on a vacation from work even for one day but your boss wouldn’t approve your Vacation Leave application? How many times have you felt you are so burnt out from work and doesn’t feel like going to the office and do your fucking routine at work? Every time I feel all of these, instead of applying for a vacation leave which is always at your boss’ discretion whether to approve it or not, I always go for the more reliable “sick leave”.  When you call your boss because you’ll be on sick leave, he cannot disapprove it. The very reason why you are calling your Boss for sick leave is just to notify him of your absence due to illness at hindi ka nanghihingi ng permiso kung pwede kang magkasakit. Pero at isa pang malaking pero, kung tatawag ka sa boss mo para mag absent dahil sa may sakit ka..aba eh kelangan handa kang sagutin ang immortal question ng mga boss na “anong sakit mo? Uminom ka na ba ng gamot? Can you make it on a half day?” Kelangan may bala ka at handa ka sumagot sa mga tanong na ito. I’m going to list dorwn top five na sakit na sureball at walang mintis na pwede mo idahilan sa boss mo na wala syang magagawa kung hindi ang mag “ok” sa gusto mo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBM – Parati ko ‘to dating ginagamit na rason for sick leave…bakit kamo? Walang way ang mga Boss para ma-validate kung may LBM ka nga or wala. Alangan namang hingan ka nya ng stool sample at dalhin mo sa office? Kahit na papuntahin ka nya sa Doctor eh hindi ka rin hihingan ng doctor ng stool sample. Wag mo lang sasabihin sa doctor na 10 times ka na dumudumi sa loob ng kalahating araw… baka ipa-confine ka nya at akalain na nade-dhydrate ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migraine – Isa pang walang mintis na rason sa pag sick leave mo… Bakit na naman? Una, wala pa ring way ang Boss mo para ma-validate kung totoo ngang may migraine ka. Again, kahit papuntahin ka nya sa Doctor at ipa-CT scan ka nya, wala silang makikita… ang kelangan mo lang gawin ay galingan ang pag-arte as if namimilipit ka sa sakit ng ulo mo. Pero at isa ulit na malaking pero.. kelangan consistent ka. Pag sinabi mong may migraine ka eh panindigan mo sa buong buhay mo dyan sa kumpanyang pinagtatrabahuhan mo na may migraine ka. At kelangan mo ring alamin kung pano umaatake ang migraine at kung ano nagaganap sa isang taong susumpungin ng migraine kasi, I’m telling you meron… ang mga true blue na may migraine ay may kakaibang nararanasan kaya nila nalalaman na susumpungin sila ng migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dysmenorrhoea- Kung girl ka this is another sure ball excuse to go on sick leave… again it’s because walang way to validate if you really are suffering from dysmenorrhoea or not.  Pero kung di ka true blue na girl eh wag mo na painitin ang ulo ng boss mo sa pagsasabing may dysmenorrhoea ka or else baka sikmuraan ka pa ng boss mo pag nakita ka nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allergy – Mas magandang dahilan is may allergy ka dahil nag take ka ng Alaxan kasi masakit katawan mo dahil feeling mo ay magkaka-trangkaso ka. Oh di ba ang dami mong na-hit na sakit!!! Allergy at the same time trangkaso. Bonggang bongga talaga yan! Meron po talagang nagkaka-allergy dahil sa Alaxan as a matter of fact me and my sister is allergic to Ibuprofen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Malaise (due to possible flu) – Isa sa mga symptoms ng Flu ay “Body Malaise” or pananakit ng katawan at kasu-kasuan. This does not necessarily means you’ll tell your Boss na may lagnat ka. Ang lagnat kasi ay isa ring symptom ng infection. Pwedeng sumakit muna ang katawan at kasu-kasuan mo bago ka lagnatin. Minsan nasa-office na ko nung tamarin ako magtrabaho. So punta ko ng clinic at nag-arte-arte ako na masakit yung mga joints ko and mga muscles ko. Sabi ko naulanan ako the night before that day, so the company doctor advised me to go on half day and rest kasi she was suspecting flu in the making. Ang flu sa aking pagkakaalam ay isang airborne viral infection which means nakakahawa siya. So para hindi makahawa mag absent..hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I am not a Doctor to say that all the stuff I have written here are 100% accurate. What I wrote are Sick Leave reasons I usually use before which I often hear from my staff now. Just remember, naging staff din ang mga Boss nyo noon and they might have use the same reasons…Kungbaga sa kasabihan, papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ang Boss mo, so I’m sure alam na nya yan lahat pero wala paring mintis ang mga rason na yan kasi until now wala pang way para ma-validate kung meron ka nga nun or wala. With that, good luck sa pag-aabsent and have fun everyone!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-290475485496794099?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/290475485496794099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=290475485496794099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/290475485496794099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/290475485496794099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/08/queen-plays-doctor.html' title='Queen plays Doctor'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-3307427844751345893</id><published>2008-08-06T15:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:18:19.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Absorbed Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SJleQlZqioI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6Ui9EbKbKGs/s1600-h/bitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231316081178217090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SJleQlZqioI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6Ui9EbKbKGs/s320/bitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I received a comment from another close officemate ( I thought) last week that "I am self-absorbed and that I love putting up a show" I can't exactly remember how the conversation started but all I can remember is that it was an unsolicited remark. I turned to my ever faithful firend and asked them if they noticed me being so self absorbed and that i love "putting up a show", they said I am "masungit".. that I am very opinionated and argumentative...That I am mataray and my distinctive katarayan can catapault Lapu-lapu to his mother's womb..but according to them if that's what my office mate meant when she told me that i am self-absorbed then perhaps I am "self absorbed" but sticking to the real context of a person being self absrobed "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concerned only with oneself: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/egocentric" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;egocentric&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/egoistic" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;egoistic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/egoistical" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;egoistical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/egomaniacal" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;egomaniacal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/egotistic" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;egotistic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/egotistical" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;egotistical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/self-centered" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-centered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/self-involved" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-involved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/selfish" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;selfish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/self-seeking" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-seeking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/self-serving" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-serving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I would say I am not what she thinks I am. I don't know how she came up with her generalization about me but hell it's a crap!!!!!..Now going to the issue that I "love putting up a show" helloooo I am masungit in the office and I am among the hated person here, does that mean puro "ka-plastikan" lang yun? Who wants to be hated in the office? Who the hell enjoys being tagged as "the office bitch"? Duh!!! and then this girl today approached me and said that she noticed that I became distant after she said all those stuff...hello!!! after akong balahurain do you think friends pa kami??? and she also said that I "should not take it too personal" Ano na naman ibig sabihin nun??? Deadmahin ko lang yun? pagkatapos yurakan at i-judge ang pagkatao ko sasabihin na don't take it too personal...what the fuck does it mean??? Hmmmm... Obviously this girl doesn't know what she is saying... Walang credibility..with that the Queen Bitch rests her case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-3307427844751345893?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/3307427844751345893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=3307427844751345893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/3307427844751345893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/3307427844751345893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/08/self-absorbed-bitch.html' title='Self-Absorbed Bitch'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SJleQlZqioI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6Ui9EbKbKGs/s72-c/bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-9075913856965331093</id><published>2008-08-04T15:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:09:38.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SJa5H1vCimI/AAAAAAAAACs/cwYjX_5K2gI/s1600-h/gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230571561572010594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SJa5H1vCimI/AAAAAAAAACs/cwYjX_5K2gI/s320/gay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the past weeks I have been busy burying myself to work to forget about some recent dark pains I had. And so here I am agian... past crying and past wallowing myself to self pitty. Life is so silent for me right now. walang masyadong complications, just the complications brought about by work. That's all I am doing right now...work..work..work.. so pathetic. Gone are the kilig moments with a very stupid guy..gone are my sweet moments with my best friends... Kakapanibago, I miss my friend but what can I do? Everytime I'd go home I'd find myself back in the rut and always reminded of what happened there in my bed..I'm alone..they are together...I am trying to rearrange my life. i'm getting a new pad.. i'm scouting for one right now. I enrolled in a gym.. I bought a new Ipod speakers.. I got myself a puppy and think I'm going back to school for PhD (good luck to me)...Right now I cannot say I'm happy...Happiness is not absolute anyway...I'm happy I've got good career..Got supportive friends and family. And oh by the way, I'm back in the dating scene, it's just that I don't think I'm already confident to face committment right now. Committment is such a big word for me now. I don't think I even know the meaning of this after what i have gone through. I'm trying very hard to pick up the pieces of me and bring back my zest to love again. But I'm trying..I'm trying..Really, I'm trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-9075913856965331093?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/9075913856965331093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=9075913856965331093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/9075913856965331093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/9075913856965331093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/08/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SJa5H1vCimI/AAAAAAAAACs/cwYjX_5K2gI/s72-c/gay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-7809740265366946479</id><published>2008-06-13T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:03:28.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SFJF5DuEN_I/AAAAAAAAACk/4ekxxCOVKW4/s1600-h/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211304565374466034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SFJF5DuEN_I/AAAAAAAAACk/4ekxxCOVKW4/s320/cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gusto kong umiyak ng matanggap ko ngayon lang isang text message galing sa isang taong nanakit sakin recently. The text says "Meet tayo..usap tayo..." ayoko ng makipag usap... wala ng dahilan para mag-usap...ano pag-uusapan namin? yung mga panloloko? yung mga alibis? yung mga pagra-rason? yung mga kasinungalingan? Hindi ko na kaya magpaka-tanga... Nagmo-move on na ko..It's not that ayaw kong harapin ang totoo, pero para sakin enough na ang mga nakita ko at nalaman ko para malaman ang totoo...wala ng kaming ibang chapter na babasahin...pwedeng balikan ang mga istorya pero hindi na kayang dugtungan. Yun na yung ending eh..it may be a good story that has a tragic ending and there is no other good ending for the plot except for the star of the story to part ways and learn the lesson the hard way... It may be bitter and full of pains... but that's life.. and life must go on for me..wala naman akong choice eh. i can't wallow in self pitty or sadness. Minsan feeling ko kaya ko pero pag mag-isa na lang ako lalo pag-uwi ko ng pad na ako na lang mag-isa, umiiyak na ko..parang di ko kaya...pero ang buhay parang showbiz eh..pag harap mo sa camera kelangan you look as if everything is sunny and bright kahit hindi... mahirap magpretend pero kelangan eh... But then to you who have caused me all this pains and troubles... I wish you well. Don't worry I'm ok.. you can't hear anything from me right now kasi that's the way it should be for the meantime, but that doesn't mean kinalimutan ko lahat.. I 'll always cherish what we had.. There is no doubt about the feelings we had. I don't deserve all of these but what can I do? The three of us should move on and hold on to what we have all learned from these experiences... I wish you both well. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-7809740265366946479?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/7809740265366946479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=7809740265366946479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/7809740265366946479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/7809740265366946479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SFJF5DuEN_I/AAAAAAAAACk/4ekxxCOVKW4/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-8028235695534240870</id><published>2008-06-13T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:43:08.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute to the Queen's Mentors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SFHsvkTLn7I/AAAAAAAAACc/THyjvA-RhUw/s1600-h/teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211206545786511282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SFHsvkTLn7I/AAAAAAAAACc/THyjvA-RhUw/s320/teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pasukan na naman sa school... This is the time when I can't help but be nostalgic coz I miss going to school so much... Grade school, high school and college was so much fun lalo na nung nasa Graduate School ako...Sa graduate school ko naramdaman na halos mawalan ako ng ulirat sa dami ng research works, case studies, and tons of assignments adding up all the thing na kelangan ko tapusin sa office. Sa grad school ko natutunan matulog ng dalawang oras araw-araw, matulog sa FX, matulog sa MRT at matulog during your cofee break..at di pa nakuntento pati sa meeting matutulog. Gusto ko magbigay pugay sa mga taong nagbigay ng saya at kulay sa school life ko... mga nagpahirap sakin, nagpaiyak at nagpa-tawa... I miss going to school, I'm contemplating of going back this time PhD naman titirahin ko... good luck na lang sakin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Professor Prada - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isa sya sa mga terror professor sa UST Graduate school (Business). Professor ko to sa Strama (Startegic Policies and Management). But despite her distinctive katarayan and kahigpitan, I have learned a lot from her. Di ko makakalimutan during our graded recitation (parati namang graded ang recitation nya eh) whne she asked me something na di ko masagot, she was so mad and kept on telling me "You're such a lazy boy...you're such a lazy boy!!!" tapos hanggang matapos ang klase ikaw ang tatanungin.. She would always say that a manager should always know what's happening in his office.. that I should not attend a meeting unprepared.. that I should never be caught unaware of even the most minute details of the business. Sana nakikita nya ko ngayon kasi until now nasa-isip ko pa rin ang learning ko sa kanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Professor De Lara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ka-tandem ni Prof. Prada sa pagka terror. Professor ko sya sa Financial Management. Tanong nyo sa mga MBA students ng UST kung sino si Prof. De Lara and You'll hear lots of bad experiences sa kanya... Only the bravest of all the brave ang nag-eenroll sa klase nya.. Ewan ko nga ba kung bakit ako nag-enroll sa kanya.. medyo masochista yata ako... One time nag report ako sa kanya about investments... so kung ano yung nabasa ko sa books yun ang ni-report ko, so nung question and answer na wala akong masagot... eh sabi ko naman sa inyo may problema ko sa math and anything about numbers as usual galit na galit ang lolo mo " Queen Bitch! This is not a beauty contest that you just have to stand up and smile!!! You need to answer questions here!!! eh umandar ang pagka bitch ko at nangatwiran sabi ko "with all due respect to you sir, In as much as I'd like to answer you questions I really don't know the answer!!" lalong nagalit itu at sumagot " then sit down!". Buti na lang binigyan ako ng 1.5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Professor Cabanda - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Prof ko to sa International Trade and Business...feeling ko sya si Manny Pacquiao at bubugbugin ka sa dami ng research work. kakaumay ang case studies na kelangang himay himayin ang halos lahat ng free trade agreements such as NAFTA, EAFTA at kung ano-ano pang free trade agreements.. pero those research works helped me and prepared me for my Thesis. She always tells me that i should pursue a PhD degree and write a book daw on business, management or marketing.. helloooooo!!!! Blog ko nga walang nagbabasa libro pa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor Arboleda - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;mahal na mahal ko tong thesis adviser kong to... Imagine until 11pm nasa house nya ko discussing and doing my thesis. Market research guru itu! Agora Award winner sa market research kaya with flying colors ang thesis ko... kahit na halos gumastos ako ng 100k para sa thesis ko... Iba ang research sa UST di tulad ng ibang school na puki-pukihan lang ang thesis. During my defense full support ang lola mo sakin na kahit na bawal sumagot ang adviser she can't help but comment on the nasty things being thrown to me by my panelist who obviously doesn't have the grasp of my thesis and that what they know about market research are what they learned centuries ago. khait may minus points ako during the defense dahil sabat ng sabat ang Arboleda eh queber!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-8028235695534240870?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/8028235695534240870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=8028235695534240870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/8028235695534240870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/8028235695534240870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/06/salute-to-queens-mentors.html' title='Salute to the Queen&apos;s Mentors'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SFHsvkTLn7I/AAAAAAAAACc/THyjvA-RhUw/s72-c/teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-6071551769909095396</id><published>2008-06-10T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:29:17.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you happy?</title><content type='html'>In her quest to pull me down and make me feel that the reason why I am bitchy is becasue I am not happy with my life, I was aked by my co-bitchy officemate if I am happy. I did not answer the question because, the question was wrong in the first place. The question "are you happy" needs an absolute answer which is either "yes" or "no" and that happiness is not absolute. the question could have been rephrased like "to what degree can you say that you are happy"...if that was the question, I could have answered it with confidence... this was how the conversation goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy office mate: Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen: That was one of the most stupid question I ever heard... since when did happiness became absolute for you to need a "yes" or "no" answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy Office Mate : Guess you're not happy because you cannot answer me point blank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen: Besides, why do you need to know? Are you god? (full of sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy Office mate: wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen : Wala lang pala eh... next time if you're gonna ask me a question, make sure you have valid reasons for asking sayang lang oras ko...I don't waste my time for senseless and stupid questions. Now let me ask you this question "happy ka ba sa itsura mo?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-6071551769909095396?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/6071551769909095396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=6071551769909095396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/6071551769909095396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/6071551769909095396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-happy.html' title='Are you happy?'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-6664764848983834769</id><published>2008-06-06T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:52:28.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SEjCH7nXQlI/AAAAAAAAACU/71OARYUgMDY/s1600-h/hypnosis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208626410571645522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SEjCH7nXQlI/AAAAAAAAACU/71OARYUgMDY/s320/hypnosis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I attended a workshop on Neuro Lingusitic Programming...Taray! And I'll be sharing to all of you one very nice NLP procedure on how you'd be able to catch the attention of a person...NLP calls it "Mirroring". At first I was skeptical about this "mirroring" thing but I tried it one time when I went to a bar and boy! it worked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rule in mirroring is very simple... that is for you to mirror the body language of the person na gusto mong mapansin ka or the person you'd like to connect with. But words of advise never exaggerate mirroring of the body language or else the person would feel like your a creepy asshole and scare him away. Mirror the body language gently and bago mo i-mirror ang body language nya count at least 5 to 10 then do the mirroring stuff. Lets try to give a scenario where you can do the mirroring procedure...You are in a bar and saw a very nice looking guy and hmmmm... type mo sya! you position yourself where he can see you and notice you..example the cutie looked at you... tingnan mo din sya then gently, alisin mo yung tingin mo sa kanya (dapat naka-smile ka).. then tingin ka ulit sa kanya... hanggang sa magsy-synch ang body language ninyo and the cosmos wil conspire and make him connect to you (echos lang yung "cosmos will conspire" para lang may cinematic effect) or you connect to him.. if example he leans back wait for 5 to 10 seconds and lean back... if he leans forward wait again for 5 to 10 secs and you lean forward also... if everytime he speaks may hand gestures sya...mag hand gestures ka din pag nagsalita ka...if he smiles back to you you should smile back at him... dun nagkakaroon ng connection and hanggang magtataka yung guy kung anong meron sa 'yo at may connection syang nararamdaman then that's the time (with proper timing) you talk to him. Medyo mahirap and scary at first but once you guys mastered it...its really one hell of a strategy to flirt. You can also use the "Mirroring" concept if you're meeting a client or doing a sales pitch..Try it..You can also google up "Neuro Lingusitic Programming" and do your own research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-6664764848983834769?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/6664764848983834769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=6664764848983834769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/6664764848983834769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/6664764848983834769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/06/flirting-101.html' title='Flirting 101'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SEjCH7nXQlI/AAAAAAAAACU/71OARYUgMDY/s72-c/hypnosis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-2112551789778721427</id><published>2008-06-04T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:54:44.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang arte binabagay sa mukha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SEYuGbnXQkI/AAAAAAAAACM/_FMH6LaN26Q/s1600-h/fx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207900707127509570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SEYuGbnXQkI/AAAAAAAAACM/_FMH6LaN26Q/s320/fx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minsan sumakay ang Queen bitch sa FX going to the far away kingdom in northlandia. Sumakay ang Queen sa middle part ng FX...yung part na masikip pag may matabang insensitive na taong pinagsisiksikan ang saril? Gets nyo na? anyway, nung sumakay ako, isa na lang at flylalu na ang FX. After a minute may dumating na office girl na mukhang working in Makati na di kagandahan. Kumpleto na ang barkada kaya rumatsada na si anong Driver. Di pa masyadong nakakalayo ang FX, ang hitad na office girl from Makati eh nag-aarte-arte na at nagre-react everytime my elbow touches her skin (parang Belo commercial). Ampotah! eh masikip nga kasi may fat girl sa gitna syempre everytime raratsada si Manong driver eh gagalaw ako at madidikit ako sa kanya... but everytime it happens she'd mimic the sound of a lizard...as in tsk..tsk..tsk ganun! keri nyo? Anyway, sa NLEX di na nkapag pigil ang Queen Bitch at nagpupumiglas na ang bitchy soul ko at umeksena talaga ako ng husto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queen: Do you have a problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lizard Girl: Oo ikaw! ikaw ang problema ko... kanina pa dumidikit yang elbow mo sa arm ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queen: Miss di mo ba nakikita na masikip talaga? Kung gusto mo pala ng maluwag you should &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;have paid double para hindi na nagsakay ng isa dito sa gitna.. which obviously you cannot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;afford it...so wag ka umarte as if you're the prettiest and the richest girl here... and just so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you'd know bakla ako at wala akong balak mag take advantage sa yo noh!!! ang pangit mo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kaya!!!! Miss ang arte binabagay sa mukha.. so ang arte mo ngayon di bagay so 'yo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;umarte ka ng tama yung umaayon sa face mo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hayun at tumahimik na lang ang hitad habang nagtatawanan lahat ng tao sa FX. Tandaan nyo ang arte binabagay sa mukha. Pag pangit ka wag ka maarte kasi di bagay... Kung gusto mong mag-inarte paretoke ka ng face mo... pag maganda ka na sige by all means mag inarte ka...kahit itodo mo pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-2112551789778721427?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/2112551789778721427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=2112551789778721427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/2112551789778721427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/2112551789778721427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/06/ang-arte-binabagay-sa-mukha.html' title='Ang arte binabagay sa mukha'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SEYuGbnXQkI/AAAAAAAAACM/_FMH6LaN26Q/s72-c/fx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-4923952152203476580</id><published>2008-05-30T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:01:05.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator Fiasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SEUINrnXQjI/AAAAAAAAACE/fIJE3YlfdwE/s1600-h/elevator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207577575262994994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SEUINrnXQjI/AAAAAAAAACE/fIJE3YlfdwE/s320/elevator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you find it too annoying everytime you are in a hurry, running so late for your meeting and you ride an elevator when suddenly you hear a very irritating voice asking you and uttering " up? up? up?" and this very irritating person won't ride the lift unless you answer back " yes going up". One time I was running late for a very important meeting, I was rushing inside the elevator when I heard a magical voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical Voice: Up? up? Up? ( why the hell they have to ask if its going up? are they blind? can't they see the sign in the elevator that it's going up? wtf!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't responding to the question.... then another set of annoyance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical Voice: Going Up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majestic bitch inside me is trying to escape and wants to kill this idiot!!!&lt;br /&gt;But instead I uttered words of sarcasm (I have mastered the art of sarcasm by the way) and so I said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Bitch : No!!! It's going left...goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I closed the door of the elevator and proceed to my meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-4923952152203476580?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/4923952152203476580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=4923952152203476580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/4923952152203476580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/4923952152203476580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/05/elevator-fiasco.html' title='Elevator Fiasco'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SEUINrnXQjI/AAAAAAAAACE/fIJE3YlfdwE/s72-c/elevator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-7311206374088178714</id><published>2008-05-30T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:45:21.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpretty</title><content type='html'>I have been singing the song unpretty since this morning.. find the lyrics nice...sing along with me guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unpretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wish could tie you up in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel unpretty too&lt;br /&gt;I was told I was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But what does that mean to you&lt;br /&gt;Look into the mirror who's inside there&lt;br /&gt;The one with the long hair&lt;br /&gt;Same old me again today (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outsides look cool&lt;br /&gt;My insides are blue&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think I'm through&lt;br /&gt;It's because of youI've tried different ways&lt;br /&gt;But it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I have myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trippin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You can buy your hair if it won't grow&lt;br /&gt;You can fix your nose if he says so&lt;br /&gt;You can buy all the make up&lt;br /&gt;That man can make&lt;br /&gt;But if you can't look inside you&lt;br /&gt;Find out who am I too&lt;br /&gt;Be in the position to make me feel So damn unpretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel unpretty too&lt;br /&gt;Never insecure until I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bein' stupid&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so cute to me&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit skinny&lt;br /&gt;Why do I look to all these things&lt;br /&gt;To keep you happy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe get rid of you&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll get back to me (hey)&lt;br /&gt;My outsides look cool&lt;br /&gt;My insides are blue&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think I'm through&lt;br /&gt;It's because of you&lt;br /&gt;I've tried different ways&lt;br /&gt;But it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I have myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trippin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh ohOh oh oh oh oh (oh)Oh oh oh oh ohOh oh oh oh oh (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-7311206374088178714?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/7311206374088178714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=7311206374088178714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/7311206374088178714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/7311206374088178714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/05/unpretty.html' title='Unpretty'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-3858721698384902397</id><published>2008-05-29T10:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:13:14.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vengence for the Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SD4Zy_hqiFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ooqzolwK_5k/s1600-h/Photo-0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205626583123658834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SD4Zy_hqiFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ooqzolwK_5k/s320/Photo-0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After alot of twisted and horrible things that happened this past few days... after battling with hatred, tears, self pitty and deceit...I am back on track. With more zest in life and renewed spirit. Last weekend I went to one of my most favorite beach somewhere in north where tranquility and privacy resides. This place is my haven and the resting place for my tired spirit. This place has always been my refuge, a place where I get to commune with nature and find answeres to all of my twisted questions. This island never fails to amaze me because it always makes me hear myslef and hear what god has to say to me. I did lots of pondering in this place. I decided to let go of all the ill feelings I have for those people who did me wrong. I have decided to move on and pick up the shattered pieces of me. There is no point in wallowing in sadness and self pitty and bitterness. I have lots of reasons to feel good and that nobody can make mee feel so ugly and useless and unattractive and undesirable. I am a Queen... My name spells power and beauty and life and vengence...My name spells unlimitted possibilities like the vast sea and the mistery of the universe. I'm going out of the humdrum of the devastation and jump out of ground zero singing " I will survive" (hehehe corny). To my minions... never be afraid... be not afraid for the queen is back wearing the majestic crown of bitchyness parading the cape of vengence for I am the Queen Bitch!!! Bwahahaha (thunder! lightning!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-3858721698384902397?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/3858721698384902397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=3858721698384902397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/3858721698384902397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/3858721698384902397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/05/vengence-for-queen.html' title='Vengence for the Queen'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SD4Zy_hqiFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ooqzolwK_5k/s72-c/Photo-0107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-6805161699369219448</id><published>2008-05-22T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:35:49.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Minute Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pardon me but my 15 minute depression rule will not work with the kind of depression I am having today...  but i promise tomorrow I'll be ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-6805161699369219448?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/6805161699369219448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=6805161699369219448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/6805161699369219448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/6805161699369219448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/05/15-minute-depression.html' title='15 Minute Depression'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-2682515312654578551</id><published>2008-05-22T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:26:45.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDVivvhqiEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iSCBBETTHu0/s1600-h/lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203173516847515714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDVivvhqiEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iSCBBETTHu0/s320/lovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What will you do if you caught your bed spacer (who happens to be your best friend) and your boyfriend having sex doggie style in your own living room? Aren't you suppose to kill them both? or you just keep silent and pretend you didn't see them? If they apologize to you, would you take their apology and unconditionally accept them? would you ask your bed spacer who is your best friend to leave your house knowing that he's got nowhere to go?...knowing that he was kicked out of his house by his own parents? Would you easilly forget about the friendship you both had just because of a fucking guy? Would you be able to forgive a philandering boyfriend? How about an untrustworthy friend? if your best friend is messing up on you big time, can you still call him a friend? If your boyfriend said he loves you and that your best friend just tempted him, while your best friend is saying otherwise, should you believe your boyfriend or your best friend? or believe none of them? What if your boyfriend said he was tempted because you always neglect his needs and that you are too pre-occupied with your ambition of climbing up the corporate ladder, would you accept it as a valid excuse for fucking your boyfriend? Would you feel that he was the vicitim and that you are the villain?  Would you feel that it was really your fault? Would you blame your self because you were too busy and didn't nurture your relationship with your boyfriend? But still, is it a valid excuse for fucking your best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-2682515312654578551?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/2682515312654578551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=2682515312654578551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/2682515312654578551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/2682515312654578551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/05/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDVivvhqiEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iSCBBETTHu0/s72-c/lovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-9071139365327390402</id><published>2008-05-21T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:50:35.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Burol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDPUQMUKlFI/AAAAAAAAABs/qaxqvQtI7fk/s1600-h/dying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202735369191855186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDPUQMUKlFI/AAAAAAAAABs/qaxqvQtI7fk/s320/dying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Online Burol"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; says a billboard attached to a funeral parlor along Quezon Avenue. Boy oh Boy!!!! WTF!!! halos mahulog ang queen bitch sa waluhang upuan ng jeep na tumatahak papuntang MRT Quezon Avenue sabay na pa "oh my God (read ala kris Aquino)"...i understand the need for this but for heaven sake! eh kung mahal mo naman yung taong namatay and that person was able to touch your life in a big way eh mag-effort naman sana to go to the wake.. kahit nasa anong lupalop ka pa ng earth, go..go..go ka na... webcam lang ba ang kapalit nung taong nawala? helloooo!!! unless wala talagang anda pang flylalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of burol or pagkamatay... Unlike some people, i have never been afraid of dying. Dying is part of the so-called "circle of life". What I just don't want to happen is dying a tragic death...Oh this is such a morbid topic! nasimulan ko na so tapusin ko na... I don't want to die ugly..Imagine sa burol mo which yun yung last time ka makikita ng mga mahal mo sa buhay eh dugyut ang face mo??? No way as in no way!!! (hala baka parusahan ako ni papa jesus), but anyway the most beautiful death for me is having a natural death. But while you are alive make the most out of it... Make your life meaningful!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-9071139365327390402?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/9071139365327390402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=9071139365327390402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/9071139365327390402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/9071139365327390402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-burol.html' title='Online Burol'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDPUQMUKlFI/AAAAAAAAABs/qaxqvQtI7fk/s72-c/dying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-5050036602570318939</id><published>2008-05-21T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:07:21.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga or Yosi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDPJ_MUKlEI/AAAAAAAAABk/N87ir57XD3M/s1600-h/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202724082017801282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDPJ_MUKlEI/AAAAAAAAABk/N87ir57XD3M/s320/yoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For a couple of months now, I have been contemplating of going to yoga classes, Bikram Yoga to be specific. I have been feeling signs of stress and that I need an outlet where I could release all those office stress that's been plaguing me since I got promoted. The corporate world is really eating me up... I am so darn stressed. To help me decide if I'm going to enroll in a Yoga class, I seeked the professional help of my ever loyal yosi and drinking buddies. There were only 2 questions asked to me by my friends &lt;em&gt;1. " kaya mo bang iwanan ang beer?"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;2. " Can you quit smoking?"&lt;/em&gt; Those questions were more than enough reason for me to decide not to pursue such and illusion.. hehehe... I really love my friends... they surely are the truest of all true friends I've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-5050036602570318939?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/5050036602570318939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=5050036602570318939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/5050036602570318939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/5050036602570318939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/05/yoga-or-yosi.html' title='Yoga or Yosi?'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDPJ_MUKlEI/AAAAAAAAABk/N87ir57XD3M/s72-c/yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-7740958978140095545</id><published>2008-05-20T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:06:59.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Deal with Anger and Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDKissUKlBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6tVjNs5Ekbg/s1600-h/depressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202399408260027410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDKissUKlBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6tVjNs5Ekbg/s320/depressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must admit, I have very short temper and i easilly get pissed off...and I also have to admit that there are some instances when i get so depressed...crazy bitch you may say, but I have learned something very useful in managing my anger and depression and true enough it really is working for me... I call it the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 minute rule".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can no longer recall where and with whom did I learn this anger and depression managment technique, but the rule is very simple&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;allow yourself to be mad or depressed for 15mins (this does not include grief nor mourning)... talk about it..whinning also helps...if you can also shout,go ahead and do it... talk...talk...talk for 15 mins and then after that get over it...move on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Allowing yourself to get mad or be depressed is something we human cannot be deprived of, but wallowing into it is self induldgement. Induldging yourself too much with anger or depression is something that is not good. When you induldge yourself to that ill feelings too much, before you know it you are already enjoying the feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the office I easilly get frustrated and depressed everytime things don't work out the way I planned it...and everytime it happens I apply my 15 minutes of depression rule. I will talk for 15 mins non-stop and whine about everything... as in everything. My office mates know my anger management rule so they don't stop me from talking making sure that after 15 minutes I can already move on setting myself free from anger and frustrations. Amazingly it works for me. I get to work smoothly after 15 minutes... I get to joke around with people after 15 minutes and I get to think clearly after 15 minutes and most of all my heart and my mind is free from all stress after 15 minutes. I encourage all of you my fellow bloggers to try it. Free yourself from those anger and frustrations and you'll certainly feel light and happy. Remember the saying " he who angers you, controls you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-7740958978140095545?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/7740958978140095545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=7740958978140095545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/7740958978140095545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/7740958978140095545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-deal-with-anger-and-depression.html' title='How to Deal with Anger and Depression'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDKissUKlBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6tVjNs5Ekbg/s72-c/depressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-4771854220859157906</id><published>2008-05-20T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:01:24.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen Bitch with a Big Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202294130021667842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDJC8sUKlAI/AAAAAAAAABI/1rOOPYKUoI8/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After all the bicthing, subtle whoring and still gets too much blessings from Papa Jesus, the "Queen Bitch" decided that it's high time to give back something to our less fortunate brothers and sisters. The Queen went out and volunteered to teach reading to incoming grade 3 students in Sta. Ana Manila. The Queen is saddened by the fact that the Public School system is so paralyzed and the gap it creates to the young learners are becoming so big and is getting harder to bridge. The Queen's students are incoming grade 3 and yet these kids are finding it difficult to read even simple words in english. Some students can read sentences but comprehension is very low.&lt;br /&gt;Do we blame these kids for this reading gaps? the queen says "no". Imagine, this kids have to work in the morning to help out their parents to provide food and go to school in the afternoon. Every reading tutorial sessions, the queen provides merienda and lunch to the students and the queen's heart bleeds everytime the kids would just take a small bite of the food and packs it up to bring it home for their siblings. It is indeed very heartwarming and humbling to see such generousity and selflessness coming from little kids. It was indeed an honor for the queen to meet these little kids. These kids certainly touched the heart of the queen and made the queen see the real picture of life...To Raymund, Reah, Trisha, Ronah and Kyle...The queen will surely miss you and salutes you for being so generous and selfless and loving kids... You might not be able to read this but the queen is one hell of a proud teacher for having students like you...Keep it up kids!!! When you grow up...you will see... you will become one of the Queens Knight in their armor... and the queen will be very proud of what you have become and that the queen was able to touch your lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-4771854220859157906?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/4771854220859157906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=4771854220859157906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/4771854220859157906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/4771854220859157906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/05/queen-bitch-with-big-heart.html' title='The Queen Bitch with a Big Heart?'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDJC8sUKlAI/AAAAAAAAABI/1rOOPYKUoI8/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-6340489148552655880</id><published>2008-05-19T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:03:00.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majestic Blasphemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDFd_MUKk-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9KOYGwflkf4/s1600-h/embarrass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202042384808580066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDFd_MUKk-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9KOYGwflkf4/s320/embarrass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever felt so embarrassed that you just want the cosmos to eat you up and just vanish in the face of the universe? Well I just did! Unfortunately, the office "Queen Bitch" just got his own dose of bitching courtesy of my "super ultimate crush" in the office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week we had a company sportsfest. The non-athletic "me" didn't join any event and just had to be there because my boss required us to be there. I was sitting in the bleachers of that Gymnasiun in Pasig, silently protesting for having to drag myself to this non-sense event, when suddenly my "super ultimate crush" in the office sat beside me and offered small talks. "Super ultimate crush" is the cutie bad boy type who always wear the "oh I didn't know I'm cute" attitude. I was enjoying the small talks we were having while enjoying the freaky reactions of those office mates i know who have crush on him. One of those stupid girls who has a big crush on him texted me wanting me to ask for his number. Little that i know that this question will be the cause of my wanting to mutate and it goes like "Oh by the way can I have your number"... at first I was ok with his answer " oh sorry sira yung fone ko eh.." and so I did not insist. I told my officemate that he didn't give me his number because his fone is busted. But that bitch didn't stop there... she approached the guy and asked for his number and the guy gave his fucking number!!!! That girl even had this guts to add insult to my aching ego by showing me my "super ulitmate crush's" number!!!She is such a lucky whore!!!! and I was such a looser who really want to be comatosed and just forget that it happended. Then came the victory party, still my bad karma hasn't stopped there. My ultimate crush approached me again (that naive/stupid guy), this time wearing his " oh i didn't know you got hurt with what i did" attitude, tried to make some small talks again, but I was such a bitter herb that I never talked to him nor looked at him. I was so not prepared for such embarassment that I can't think of ways on how to strike back... But I am not done yet... The " Queen Bitch" will never allow such blasphemy be thrown to my majesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-6340489148552655880?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/6340489148552655880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=6340489148552655880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/6340489148552655880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/6340489148552655880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/05/majestic-blasphemy.html' title='Majestic Blasphemy'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDFd_MUKk-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9KOYGwflkf4/s72-c/embarrass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626411144365316396.post-6244229744080662903</id><published>2008-04-28T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:01:08.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted-life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDI-0MUKk_I/AAAAAAAAABA/LO6y25O3a8I/s1600-h/queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202289585946268658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDI-0MUKk_I/AAAAAAAAABA/LO6y25O3a8I/s320/queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SBWYUhRs_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M1X5hC2Fcdk/s1600-h/DSC01885.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I go, "blog whoring" again... This is my third blog site..the first one was with friendster but since my mom and my dad created their friendster account and happened to be among my friendster cricle of friends...well I would'nt want them to know every single things about my crazy-twisted life. The second blog I created was with live journal but since I can no longer access it here in the office, thus the need for a new blog site. I'd like to welcome all of you to my blog. This blog is all about myself and all of the crazy-twisted stuff I have in my mind. So please expect tons of bitchyness...phoniness... hornyness...and lots of no-nonesense things. Should you have suggestions, comments and violent reactions..by all means go ahead and shoot!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626411144365316396-6244229744080662903?l=twistedmenace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/feeds/6244229744080662903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626411144365316396&amp;postID=6244229744080662903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/6244229744080662903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626411144365316396/posts/default/6244229744080662903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedmenace.blogspot.com/2008/04/twisted-life.html' title='twisted-life'/><author><name>twisted</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nznNjxDlMXo/SDI-0MUKk_I/AAAAAAAAABA/LO6y25O3a8I/s72-c/queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
