http://www.blogigo.co.uk/arienfaye A weak attempt at immortalizing myself, my thougts, my life and all my demons en arienfaye arienfaye Mon, 28 Mar 2005 03:53:55 +0200 daily 1      after 2 months of self-imposed datelessness, i finally went out with a friend on an impromptu girls' night-out. now, i hope you understand the gravity of the situation. in 2 months time, i have never ventured 3 feet away from either home, office or the grocery. no movies, no strolling along the boardwalk, no dinner dates (or any kind of date whatever). pathetic, right? nah! more like catching your foot on the last rung on the social ladder and plunging head-first to rock-bottom.      upon reaching the only hot spot for hotties on a saturday, my friend & i were literally blown off our feet. it's not because of all the cuties roaming around but more of the fact that we literally don't know how to socialize anymore. oh, to be in your mid-20s and not know how to flirt and date... :( the realization hit us when we found ourselves tucked in a corner in one of the bars, sipping warm beer and basically looked like wall flowers. attractive, smart,... Mon, 28 Mar 2005 03:53:55 +0200 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/arienfaye/Me-at-the-ball/4/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/arienfaye/Me-at-the-ball/4/ what is a good sign that you're getting old? will it be a physical, tangible change (like crow's feet and wrinkles and bags beneath your eyes and white hair sprouting where there were previously black/brown ones) or will it be a lot subtler but definietly more nerve-wracking (such as hormonal imbalances, memory loss, and, god forbid, incontinence)? i had my eyes checked today and from a grade of 4.00/2.50 (no astigmatism), it skyrocketed to 4.50/3.50 (1.50/1.25 astigmatism). for a split-second there, i felt old. i keep hearing my classmate in 3rd grade say: "it's the eyesight that goes first when you're about to die." crazy, right? not really. i've been feeling "old" for several week now and i don't know if it's because i'm beginning to lose steam regarding everything -- and i DO mean EVERYTHING (lewd thoughts included). or it just might be that the fact that i'm turning 27 in half a year is actually staring me right in the face (i've a calendar beside my bed... Thu, 17 Mar 2005 00:09:37 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/arienfaye/Half-empty-or-half-full/3/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/arienfaye/Half-empty-or-half-full/3/ i got this baduy post-it note just within eye-level near my pc. it reads: POST YOUR FREAKIN' NOTES. a post-it to remind me to post my notes. bleagh! redundant and corny, don't you think? i've been on a career-low regarding how i handle my calls lately. auto-zeroes galore. one every month. it's like your period: as much as you'd like to avoid it -- you can't. *sigh*  speaking of post-its, i have this weird pre-occupation with these teeny, sticky notes since a major, soap-operatic break-up i had with a romance turned-sour. crazy as it may seem, i used to have neon green, hot pink, flourescent yellow, striped, dotted, zig-zagged, garfield-shaped, mickey mouse-shaped, and even a coca-cola-shaped post-it with the famous last words: *** (previous heartbreaker's name, aka bane of my adult love life) IS NOT AROUND ANYMORE!!! my sister used to tell me she'll have to eventually sweep under my bed just to see if my marbles are in there. i didn't think i was crazy... Mon, 14 Mar 2005 23:18:02 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/arienfaye/Not-So-Virtual-Post-its/2/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/arienfaye/Not-So-Virtual-Post-its/2/ 1:58 AM no calls. finally. runny nose. i've ran out of tissue. it's my rest day and i am slaving in front of a dell monitor, trying to decipher my customer's dsl problem through the thick layer of his combined southern accent, phone static, and ever-escalating frustration. for the second time today, i stupidly bumped/skinned my knee against this protruding metal under my desk. and to add the proverbial salt to the wound, i've got a big zit on my face. not a good night (or day, whatever you're circadian clock dictates). right this minute, i should be snuggling in my warm, soft bed at home, imagining what my life would be had i more money than the dilapidated 50 peso bill in my wallet. of course, when i do get into imagination/fantasy mode, i often go think about one of my favorite futurama settings. it's actually like having a mental finger stuck between the favorite pages of a book that you've been reading and re-reading all your life. i often zero in on what i'd do... Sat, 12 Mar 2005 21:05:14 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/arienfaye/First-callback-attempt/1/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/arienfaye/First-callback-attempt/1/