I got myself an HP Mini this afternoon - let's just hope I don't regret the older version (80 GB, 1 G Ram, Intel Atom N260) instead of something much higher. I just got tired of lugging something so big. The difference between that and the next version is around PHP 5,000 and you can already get a proper laptop for just a few more which is what I would want to avoid since I already have one - well technically, it's not mine, it's from the office. And besides, it's a MacBook that I want - but still waiting for the next release. I'm waiting it out, I'm still not sold on the current model. I still hear a lot of complaints about it from people.

It's just like the regret some of the folks have buying the iPhone 3G and then Apple releases iPhone 3GS. I don't think I want that grief.

I call it Adam. It's blue and black all over - which is basically Adam's colours, right? :) I think it was a good idea to get this instead of a proper laptop. At least now I know HP's display is excellent - so if I want to get a laptop, I'll definitely keep HP in mind.







And just posting a photo of me and Bochog. For fun. :p

Jinkee wins this one.

And I'm not saying that because I'm a Filipino and wearing a t-shirt with a map of the Philippines on it (I got 3 of these!) - I just think she looks stunning in this photo.


Jennifer Dooley vs. Jinkee Pacquiao

By the way, I never thought Manny Pacquiao was that famous (seriously), until learning Joe Cole flew out to Las Vegas to (probably) see Hatton fight. So I'm thinking, right, since Manny won over Hatton and all, that he'll go home to England and tell about his England team mates about the fight. That includes Rio Ferdinand! So the next thing you know, Rio is the one flying out to Las Vegas for his next fight and since he plans to have his wedding over there (I read this once somewhere), he'll bring his girl with him. So Rebecca and Jinkee will sit next to each other because that's what WAGs do. And the next thing you know, they're hanging out. And then Rio and Manny will be featured in a Nike advert. And then Manny will be watching United in an executive box. And then his sons will be trying out for United. And then he'll be Wayne Rooney's child's godfather. And then Jinkee will be BFFs will Coleen. The next thing you know, he's buying the club.

So when gets to own the club, do you think my chances to get near the players' underwear will get big?

Wow - there is a reason why he keeps winning all these boxing matches of his - so I can be the laundry girl for Manchester United!

You know, I was rooting for Ricky Hatton. Although I did cheer when Pacquiao won. It's just that Ricky reminds me so much of Wayne Rooney I couldn't help but root for him cos I think he's Rooney on some level.

Ignore me. I'm having a brain fart.

I'm leaving the house with a heavy heart because basically I don't want to go to work tonight and it's becoming a hassle commuting to and fro since provincial buses don't stop at Boni anymore unlike before. I could use Wayne but I'm too much of a lazy ass to do so.

By the way, Wayne's got new brake pads. Which thrusts the present into paradox, right?

Hay.

I realised something again just a little while ago about certain things so I'll just enumerate them since it's going to take too much effort in writing them down using a paragraph format:

a) It's not like I don't want to go out. I just choose not to.
b) Being friends with a certain friend of mine proves to be very tiring. It's a good thing I didn't answer his phone call the other day because I honestly I would not be able to conjure a sincere bone in my body have I picked my phone up and listened to what he had to say - good call since judging by his emails, I have a fairly good idea as to what he'll be telling me and I'm just not in the mood.
c) I think I have made bad choices as a person in making friends. No. Wrong - I have made bad choices as to whom to invest time with, that's the problem. I can never take those back so I'll just have to live with it.
d) I hate the boys right now. Ugh.

I'm so bored. I am beginning to feel dissatisfied with my job and all I can think of when I go to work is "not again".

I need to rest.

Commuting on the way to Manila this time. I left Wayne in Gapan because I'm going to Hong Kong on Thursday so I didn't bother bringing him.

I'm entering my 4th week of cold turkey and sobriety. It's quite difficult especially since I work with smokers. I have officially become boring and you know what, I like it. And besides, if I'm only interesting because I smoke and drink and go out, then I'm not worth knowing.

I smell chili garlic paste here on the bus. Now I'm craving for dimsum.

I want more icons. Tempted to upgrade LJ account but loathe those nasty adverts that come with it.

Sigh.

I could go for a paid account but I really don't want to spend cash on something that comes for free.

Control, Kim, control.

p.s. I've been saying "oist" to everyone I know who's online. I'm so oist-ery today. Ching!

Time flies so fast. We're on to Week 3 of Year 2009.

The next thing you know, it's 2010.

The next thing you know, I'm dead.

:-s

Sigh.

I just realised I have got too much platforms for my Twitter account.

a) Got Twhirl installed on my computer.
b) Got my Globe Handyphone set up so I can send tweets to 2370.
c) I also got my mobile set up so I can send tweets to Twitter's UK number.
d) And then there's the Twitter website itself.

That would be okay if I lead an exciting life. Kaso hindi. Labo ano?

I had my first bath today with my new hair. It felt so light - all those hair gone from my head. I reckon I was only in the shower a quarter of the time I'd usually spend when I had all those hair with me.

Anyway, yesterday, Jem texted everyone that Jolina Magdangal has broken up with her boyfriend Bebong Munoz. The reason he texted that is because Simoun is a fan of Jolina (like you wouldn't believe) and my reaction was - how come nobody was supportive of me when Karylle and DingDong broke up? (Charot - pero slightly serious)

Having said that, Simoun and I got into a little repartee via text about the whole DingDong-Karylle-ThatBitch brouhaha which ended up in me saying I don't even use Sunsilk anymore because she endorses it.

Yes. I am easily swayed by endorsers.

I want a Sidekick!!! I've been looking at unlocked brand new Sidekick's on eBay and you have got no idea how much I'm fighting the temptation to buy one off the net. :(

I keep thinking no one texts me anyway so why buy.

Yeah, good mantra that.

Anyway. It feels so nice to be watching football again in the comforts of my own room. It's the FA Cup! United's being booed right now by S'oton fans because Paterson was sent off in the first half. Boys are leading 0-1 but I reckon they should have scored more - sounds familiar innit? Always the story. "Dominated but should have scored more la la la la..."

Anyroad.

It's commercial time. Off to get some refreshments. My twitter feeds will have all the madness.

Ta-ra.

I don't have fond memories of Nueva Ecija. A disservice considering I lived in Pampanga for a shorter amount of time and I have good memories from that place.

Yesterday I blurted to my mother that I was bored. She said it is boring there but you have to make the most out of it.

How do you make something out of nothing?

Sigh. I don't know how people here do it.

(Blogging using my Blackberry - yeah so Rachel Zoe.)

Last year I told myself that this year was going to be the year that I was going to ease up on the spending. I reckon though in a day's time or so, I'd be breaking that vow to myself because of the bout of sadness I'm currently experiencing right now. But we'll see.

I saw the photo and I thought... "NICE!"

Christine from the office noticed that I have got scratches on my upper chest - I thought they were just marks from me probably scratching out of stress or what not then I took a look in the mirror when I got home and they weren't just scratches - they were bruises and I wondered where I got them.

Just so you know, I've been having nightmares the past few days. I wonder if I got them from them.

In the game of love
I never win
Even in this game I'm in
I let the other slip in
I was already on my way
The race was mine to take
But I let my own demons take their place
And now I'm standing all alone again

I'm lonely.

I need someone to wake me.

Who can that be?

It will be tricky to see through this haze in my head.

Life was so much simpler when my heartaches were limited to the likes of Rio and Ian and Isaac Hanson.

Still emotional. The previous post was ushered by a lovely note given to me by someone very important. I feel blessed.

Kim est heuruse d'etre amourouse du plus bel homme du monde. :)

It's astonishing how your mates call you on your flaws and hit you when you least expect it. This morning they made me realise one of my bad traits.

I've got a tendency to be really rude without me knowing it.

For those of you who have met and spent some time with me, is that true?

Last night was meeeh. 5-letter-word-boy was there though. Saw him for a split second but at least, there's that.

I feel so fucking bloated.

ANTM finished - can't wait to see the finals. I'm not really disappointed with the result. When you think about it, the results don't even matter anymore. No winner of ANTM had become real successful, unlike Australia's Next Top Model.

Btw, I'm loving The Saturdays' song, "Up". It just keeps me going, and going and going...

I suddenly missed living in Clark all of a sudden because of my proximity to pirated DVD's.

My Grey's Anatomy DVD's are missing!!! And I'm suffering from McSteamy withdrawal.

For Christmas, I want Grey's Anatomy, House and Ugly Betty.

Thanks.