Hm. I wonder if alpha-carotene decided to stay behind the curtains when its successor, beta-carotene, became more famous.

Also, why is there no alphamax? Was it too much? If the "max" in betamax indicates "maximum," then "betamax" should just be called "alpha." Shouldn't it? Fnr.

It's these morning-walk thoughts that make me believe my skull's gone toilet bowl. :|


Edit: According to Sony's own history webpages, the name came from a double meaning: beta being the Japanese word used to describe the way signals were recorded onto the tape, and from the fact that when the tape ran through the transport it looked like the Greek letter "Beta" (β). The suffix -max came from "maximum" to suggest greatness. [Source]

So no, they just couldn't call it alpha. Haha. Now I can get to corprithorinns (for a wany ear today).

I am aggravated. By the Internet. And yet I am using the Internet to alleviate the anger.

Yey for contradictionssss. :|

I am tired. Of writing about female wrestlers. Of having to expound on matters. Of things.

I froze up while sleeping. I thought I was being strangled. Hm. But I also thought I accomplished astral projection. Hm. But whyyyyyyy would I go to our office if I knew I could do that? I don't really like the office. It has a noisy cow dog (not a red or a green but a bell puppy).

I am very bored today. And annoyed. And Neia is sickly. And I want to go home now. And the window indicates near-darkness, despite the time. And something in my skull is going blrblrblrblr again. I don't like Sprite, but it's sitting on my desk, half-consumed.

It's taking so long. My Mr. Burns posture is going even more concave.

I have two erm obligations sitting on my office desk right now, both of them wrapped tight with sugar.

But yey! Cookie party!

After that scream of a weekend, I do need the happies.

Boredom, meet Internal Revolution. One of you has to leave now, please. I am asking you nicely, but I don't know what comes next.


* * *

Oh, and this too. Hahaha.

: You bought me a present? Why would you do such a thing? I know you think you're being generous, but the foundation of gift giving is reciprocity. You haven't given me a gift, you've given me an obligation. The essence of the custom is that I now have to go out and purchase for you a gift of commensurate value and representing the same perceived level of friendship as that represented by the gift you've given me. Ah, its no wonder suicide rates skyrocket this time of year.

One big HOOM. -_-

There are many idiots on the Internet.
There are many idiots pretending they're not.
There are many idiots who think they are the sun.
There are many idiots who take things too personally.
There are very many idiots.

Let us not count them. We might miss someone.

Now, I shall laugh at the ridiculous work I must accomplish. So many idiots sticking their tongues in other idiots' throats. Hoom. Sad.

* * *

MANGO TORTE MANGO TORTE MANGO TORTE
Asdfalsdfsdslfmsdjnsd
Glub.

And Sinfest.

A spherical old lady sat on me. She was going to "Bu-LA-can." I am headed for self-imposed obscurity resulting in that occurrence. Some girl in a skin-tight, white shirt had five black ballpens of the same type (pretty maids all in a row) in her black bag. Maybe she believes they are weapons too, because they can be. She is monochromatic. The zebra and the panda will be proud. Men are staring at the TV screen, where Marian Rivera and her twirling hips captivate their fantasies. Say "hip-notize." That entertainer's dance moves are enough to merge Oreos with vanilla ice cream. Tada. McFlurry for everyone. A woman who was in a strawberry-colored shirt had strawberry-colored nails and strawberry-colored sandals. I never thought it possible to recreate a pseudo-fruit in so many ways. But another by-product of the un-berry enters the vehicle. This guy wearing a headband smelled of strawberry lip gloss - sweet and sticky but sickening. There's something peculiar about scented lip gloss, as if they've forced nature to donate its odor. Then they add the sparkle. Where does that come from? The devil. Or shredded glass cows.

Ah, and there is that particular detachment through monikers. Before this 6-month paid torment ends, I will probably have developed MPD/DID/DSM. Take your pick, system.

Neobie's record-breaking arrival in the office today: 6:50 am.

My shift is 8am-5pm, so yes, this is whoaaa.
I just had to post that. Hahahahaha.
But it would be more appalling if I was late. I'd be sure to take note if that ever happens. Haha.

Blech. I walked into the office this morning and I'm a frnfcking instant celebrity. It wasn't me at all, but was my incredibly soaked pants. Haha. All of a sudden, officemates who wanted to go home interrogated me about the rain outside. I didn't even know who they were. Oh the questions and the stares. I was shrinking, I tell you. Smaller and smaller until poof, like water vapor. Gaah. I figure it's my pants applying my job to real life? Something of that sort. Hm.

Then again, there was a certain power there. I had the ability to tell them whatever I wanted. Haha. If I say that it's like a spree of fire hydrants gone mad outside, they'd believe me. I was the only source of information they could deem credible at that moment. Haha. I should have told them I got stuck in a water balloon fight, or a whirlpool, or a spit-splat fest.

It's very new to me to be treated like the day's Weather Report. I got pointed at, and someone announced my arrival too. Moist red carpet entrance. For shame. I bet they got their schadenfreude on hyper-hyper-hyper-drive. Sometimes I think that's my purpose in life. Hahaha.

Ah yes, and nothing brings people together like calamity. I heard a collective whine from the majority here too. A choir singing songs of suffering? Wow.

But aaaargghhhh. I need to submit myself to drying.


* * *

I dreamed of a broken oven toaster.

Haha oven toaster to toast ovens. Yes. Hahaha.

Scattergories:

(from my aunt hahaha)

Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, things...nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st Initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Neobie
4 LETTER WORD: Note, neat, nice, nail, nrgh
TV SHOW: Numb3rs, the news!, the National Geographic channel?
BOY NAME: Nikita Khrushchev (hahaha), Nestor, Nacho Libre, Napoleon
GIRL NAME: Nina (Neener!), Naomi, Narcissa Malfoy (ohnoes), Natalie
OCCUPATION: Neurologist, Nun, Nursery school teacher
SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Nose rings, necklaces, nail polish, nun's habit
FOOD: Nutritiously random stuff on a plate Nerds (Wonka ones), nuts, nectar, nine pieces of fruit, nineteen vegetables, ninety-nine slices of meat?
SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: Noxious substances may cause nausea
REASON FOR BEING LATE: Nosebleed!
SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: Nothing? or "Nooooooooo!"

* * *

I am now like this: 8\ , except the circles are not what they are and they be rectangulars. For gaaah it's for work. X|

Assuming there's an omnipotent being who plans out lives, my sister was born just a few days away from becoming a Hollywood star.

I've been writing about birthdays and birthplaces and the existence of celebrities for almost a month now. It's not really a tedious task for me, because if you unmask the shallow glitz we know about it, you get to see the amusing terrors that these people have really gone through. Hm. Maybe I'm just happy because I'm done for the day. Haha.

Anyway, it's funny to think that you were almost born (or really were born) on the same day as these actors. It's like getting your fate while you're a fetus. Haha. Hey, you, born on MM/DD/YYYY, you're going to start out a sculptor of Greek art before you land on a soap opera. You there! You'll end up without a dad but be raised by your grandparents who work in theater! Ah, little girl, you'll undergo a lot of controversy for appearing nude in an 80s flick. Your cousin's going to study French literature first, then drop out to go win an Emmy. You, on the other hand, will get tired of becoming a model so you try your hand in being a B-movie actress! Your co-star's going to be famous marrying an action movie hero who develops a career in the government! Meanwhile, I want you to direct, make a film using a Super 8 and then become a comedian.

Hm. That's pretty much a wave goodbye to free will. Then again, I might not have my facts straight (because I'm asexual hahahaha).

I'm writing news articles now. That feels really awkward. :|

Hahahahaha. Too much typing has caused my fingers to dance around the keyboard and make mistakes like ( this and this: )

Well, that was odd. Hahaha.

* * *

Now I am merely listening to Yahoo!Radio to keep me happy until 5pm. Yeys The Thermals.

* * *

Digesting :: The World and Other Places by Jeanette Winterson (because I used my Powerbooks Gift card YEY)

GRAAAAH THE WINDOWS MESSENGER AT THE OFFICE HAS A SHEEP AND I DON'T. DX
Avegail has a panda, and I'm in space look!

But the rhino is still missing. Tears.

Yey today's profiles include Jon Heder, Johnny Depp, John Cleese, John Malkovich, John Hurt, Linda Blair and Liv Tyler. Okay. I am boooored again, and I want to watch Mythbusters now please okays.

I'm laughing again, and cursing too. This is a far cry (cry hahaha) from this morning's perplexing REM results. If you knew me in high school, you also know about that escape bit in that old fiction (haha that was just a term for something that wasn't/isn't). So the eye-opening moment that introduced Today prevented me from knowing how that fiction ended. Hm, not really but yes maybe sense er no. If you knew me now you'd never think it because I didn't think it so you can't think that way. I forbid you. >:D

Flying floating gloating quill feathers, it must be the fault of the "Postcard" that dances!

* * *

Ha. Tomorrow I will be re-writing entertainment articles again - gossip and blech about Justin Timberlake's childhood whut. My dad told me that Hollywood stars are special people, a very rare breed in the world. He also added that I should feel special writing about them. ERRR NO. There are too many of them, and I should know. I'll only feel special if I get a decent paycheck for swallowing more than half of my principles. Hm. I haven't spat them out at least. But then again, I learned that Kate Beckinsale studied French and Roman Literature. Heh. Well, that was useful information. Guh. ¬_¬

Oh no, I shouldn't complain at all. I'mnoti'mnoti'mnot. I'm actually learning people, and that is grood, a very grood. :)

* * *

I want a sheep. I will pat it on the head and let it eat grass-flavored jelly beans. Mouflon is my new favorite word so if I get a sheep I will name it that. Even though an actual mouflon looks scary I can still call my sheep Mouflon or Mouf or Moof like a cow's sound added to its foot. No, sheep, I will not shear you. Your fluff will be saved.

Ah, on another note:

Conversations between Neia and my mom:
My mom is trying to teach my sister simple Filipino words. Neia has trouble with them since it's her first time to have the subject in school.
My mom: Anong tagalog ng 'sheep'? O 'lamb'?
Neia: O lamb? O lamb? Ulamb! ULAM!

Well, eventually, it becomes that, but I hope not. Haha.

Behold, kind sir, your employee has entered the Core of the planet Purgatroyd.

*bow*


The Aliens in Ortigas won't know what hit them as they bear witness to her 30 articles about entertainment, every weekday for 8 hours.




P.S. Neobie has been abducted.

The proper responses to a job interview do not equate to the truth. Slurs in speech are signs of lies.

S-Cubes (can you imagine how that shape would look like?) is today's Company Applied To, brought to you by the Letter WHY. I answered their ad through Jobstreet and received an e-mail this morning, telling me to visit their office this afternoon for an interview. Whoosh to the plans of going to school to bum.

The position I applied for was E-mail/Chat Support, and honestly, I had no idea what the responsibilities were. Oh well, I apply for the sake of applying (for now). The interview went surprisingly smoothly, except the interviewer told me to make my voice louder as I was "soft-spoken" (no surprise there haha). I was then given an English Proficiency exam, then told to wait after answering it, then I was called for an interview again. I passed, but they said I was more fit to be a "Customer Service Representative for their other client". WHUT.

They sent me to PeopleSupport, which they claimed was a "walking distance" away (it's Makati, so durgsh), but didn't seem so because of the heat. It didn't help that corporate attire is so itchy and heat-absorbent, and make-up is like an iron mask that cooks the face. Blech.

I had no idea that PeopleSupport was a Call Center until I was interviewed. Since I am stubborn and I despise not seeing things through to their end, I stuck with it. I told them I would prefer part-time employment anyway. Hneh. After their preliminary interview (they told me to make my voice louder hahahaha), the hardcore 5-part exams (Grammar, Spelling, Vocabulary, listening and typing), and the final interview (you could by then sense my dwindling eagerness and grumbling stomach), the HR Rep told me to wait for their 11:00 pm call. Then I left. Oh well goodbye. Process of elimination dun dun bleep.

It is 11:06 pm, and no Zombies (yes Akire thank you for the term) have contacted me yet. They are aware that having zombie-days is not enough. Hahaha. Maybe they saw past my lies of "Yes, I think I can manage being part of the banking and finance areas. I wouldn't mind working on holidays. International Studies is highly connected to the Call Center Industry." I wouldn't really mind working there, actually, but yes, I have speech issues (in m-more w-w-ways t-than one) and gut problems. Haha.

I think the only truth I managed to cough up was how to pronounce my name correctly, and they probably thought that was a lie too. Hahaha.