Dreaming of Dancing Burritos

No shit.

Lookit my hair. It’s red. No shit.

I went home with magenta-colored locks and my family didn’t bat an eyelash. W00t. I guess they finally learned that even I evolve.

It’s strange. I wear strange fire-red locks, and I’m an introvert. I wear eyeliner and mascara (not at work) to somehow look like some goth trash for kicks. But let me speak and I still have that same soft voice (except that one time outside Megamall. Long story. Ended with some swelling cheek that wasn’t mine).

I’m BORED!

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Taking literature lessons, driving lessons too. Taking every single effing thing there is to do. All that’s lacking is the time in the gym. But judging by what’s happening to my metabolism and appetite recently, I don’t think its needed.

I’m BORED!

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Yesterday on my way to lit class I took it upon myself to smile. Yeah, smile. Smile to people who look at my way. Don’t ask me why. I was bored. Smiled at the woman who ate a few tables from me, smiled at the bus conductor (who waved at me when I got off), smiled at the dog. Smile, smile.

I’m BORED!

I got another weird dream yesterday. I dreamt that someone who I parted ways with for what seems so long ago became a much-hyped newspaper columnist.

First thing that happened was that I browsed what seemed to be like Inquirer and found an article about this person’s favorite topic. Sure enough, I found this person’s face right smack on top of the article.

In what seemed to be the next day after that, someone gave me a handful of articles this person-who-became-cool-columnist produced and I read one specifically about me. About this person’s POV about me. Eventually, I found a 1/4 broadsheet coverage of this person’s profile along with a short writing introducing this person.

Photoshop’ed. Donning big shades. Wearing bling-bling type of clothes. This person really changed.

Eventually in the dream we met, and I told this person that this person stole my dream. This person answered, but I can’t remember what the answer was…

I woke up at around 1:38 am, chest hurting and disoriented.

The person stole my dream.

The only significant thing that I did on my birthday was treat my teammates to Yellow Cab pizza. Good thing my birthday coincided with the roll-out meeting…which provided nachos and iced tea/lemonade. Day ish gud. o.ov

I forgot to call our QAS when we ate the pizza T.Tx Bawi din me.

That aside, the following are, I think, staples of call center employees:

• Yellow Cab (shoo, Pizza Hut. Shoo)
• Gonuts Donuts/Hotloops
• Starbucks (bah, overrated. So expensive)
• Boy Bawang

Boy Bawang teh r0xx0rz. Facilities should put in more Boy Bawang in the vendo machines. Its also good for annoying people by throwing corn kernels at them, especially on high avail times where we do nothing but twiddle thumbs while waiting for calls.

I kinda envy People Support. They have their own Yellow Cab, Starbuko, what else… T.T *sob* Granted, I will never be able to frequent those places, but it would be so nice just to treat myself to Starbuko after a brain-laundering day at work.

Oh right, forgot the whole point of posting. Many thanks to the people who greeted me a Happy Birthday ^__^ Yeah, ALL of you. Thankies so much o.o/)) Thanks to HR Department for giving us nachos and drinks too. Wubwubwub.

Then she fell.

It’s a choice: whether to fall or not to fall further in. It’s just a matter of reaching out and grabbing the nearest branch, handhold, clothesline, anything, anything even if the hand will hurt with the sudden stop of gravity’s pull.

It’s a choice: whether to just lie down on the ground or stand up, bones hurting, blood dripping, briused and everything else associated with pain. Stand up and go somewhere. Anywhere.

It’s still a choice whether to die or not.

It’s still a choice whether I consider that another year is added to my life in the next few minutes or if I acknowledge the fact that I’m one year nearer my death.

What should I choose?

Happy birthday, me. Hello, world. ^_^

5:30 am - I stepped on a hard-shelled worm (dunno what they’re called) barefoot. *crunch* *splat* Ewww. o.x

10:00 am- Received message that there will be a meeting with my class on a scheduled night out. Threw me into such a funk, I went behind my usual quota of processed emails.

2:00 pm - Received feedback of recent performance. Abysmal. Whether I was still in vacation mode, or if QA hates me, I dunno. Since I was used to getting good scores it threw me into SUCH a funk I almost stopped doing my work. But I can’t. I’m getting paid.

4:55 pm - Got onto an "air-conditioned" bus. Packed so tightly with human flesh and so little air I almost suffocated.

5:55 pm - Still trapped in said bus (which suffers delusions about it being air-conditioned).

8:00 pm - Arrived home only to pump air into the mini swimming pool since my rambunctious widdle nephews will be coming over later.

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Happened upon my old blog at Blurty a few weeks ago. I decided that it had had a white background for quite a long time now (it was white ever since…2003?) I enlisted Mike’s help on making it black. Yes, the old white of my blurty is now black. Also wrote quite a long trashy post as well as changed the security settings of most recent posts to "Friends-only" access. I dunno why I did, and I dunno why I even mentioned it. XD

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I was PMing a friend (crossed out in blue) and he suddenly used these emotes. It’s been so long since I saw the waps and nyaps. A welcome distraction, yes. But a second’s worth of a glance at the YM message gives me deja vu. Strange.

A strange dream. Fever dream.

I was–gliding? slinking?–stalking my way through white, narrow corridors, tailing somebody; I was clad in some smoky black fabric that trailed behind me like wafting smoke.

While I was stalking him I was singing Morrissey’s Jack the Ripper:

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been

And I know a place
Where no one is likely to pass
Oh, you don’t care if it’s late
And you don’t care if you’re lost
And oh, you look so tired
(But tonight you presumed too much)
Too much, too much
And if it’s the last
Thing I ever do
I’M GONNA GET YOU

Crash into my arms
I WANT YOU
You don’t agree -
But you don’t refuse
I know you

And no one knows a thing about my life
I can come and go as I please
And if I want to, I can stay
Oh, or if I want to, I can leave
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me

It felt so heavy. Really can’t explain; but every line, every word I sang, felt like I enunciated them with such an emphasis that felt like I was squeezing my heart dry of emotions. I do not know the guy, never even recognize him from anywhere. But in the dream he was worth wringing my heart out.

Then I woke up. I lay still in bed, hazily contemplating what the hell it meant, or if really didn’t mean anything. The dream was too literal compared to my Picasso dreams. Morrissey was belting out Panic while I lost myself in my thoughts.

I stalked like a cat in my dreams. Haha. If only I moved like that. I don’t think I can. If I only had a knife to gut…

Too much The Smiths songs I guess.

Random thingie: Cousin brought me to Duty Free. Got myself Body Shop’s Lip and Cheek Stain, and gods do I love the product. It’s only now that I got so taken in by some…beauty product. Me. Hah. It’s a liquid that puts a pink blush on your lips or cheek, and the shade is so natural, it looks like a real blush on cheeks. Not that I need additional blush, my cheeks are already naturally pinkish XD. But it looks good on lips. I like.

Also got myself a make-up palette by Lancome. A complete make-up set in a compact case. It’s the FIRST real make-up product I bought myself, and I don’t really know how to apply cosmetics besides powder and lipgloss/stick XD. But I think its time.

Kikay? Methinks I have to throw away half of my wash-and-wear wardrobe in favor of more feminine clothing.  -_-v

New PC? Nah. Just when I was about to buy a new, souped-up PC, I had second thoughts and spoke with my brother about it. He told me that I’m always welcome to play RF Online with his desktop, and that our non-conflicting schedules would certainly accomodate that. So what’s the use of having to shell out dough for a new PC when it’s not needed?

There goes the plan to buy a new PC.

Instead I bought an uber-expensive PSP game (3.7k) titled Kingdom of Paradise. It’s a great 3D RPG game, with gameplay and graphics so wonderful you’d almost cry in happiness just thinking you have a PS2-caliber game in your hands. I’m not really in the mood to give it a review, so there. I just love the game.

I also bought a Panasonic X100 phone. Now, I had a Sony Ericsson P910i and Nokia 6600 as previous cellphones, why the hell should I go get a phone that doesn’t even have Bluetooth? Simple. The SE P910i and N6600 were too big and clunky for me. The fact that I had to whip out the stylus just to take somebody’s number irritated me to no end, while my eldest brother (who borrowed my N6600 phone) downloaded so many applications, movies and other media into my poor Nokia that it’s now virus-infected–which no phone anti-virus proggies can heal–and I even tried to restore it’s default factory settings, but I don’t have the lock code. I know I can just take it to some service centers, but what the heck, it’s still too big for me.

So here I am, with a nice, simple-looking, and unique phone. Despite for the fact that it’s not even capable of getting MMS (technically it can, but SMART does not have MMS support for most Panasonic phones), doesn’t have Bluetooth, and I have to go to a Panasonic direct dealer to get a USB cable to further personalize my phone, I loved it at first glace. Actually I was decided on getting a Sony Ericsson T610, but when I first saw the X100’s simplistic design and small size, I knew I just had to go get it.

I know, it’s odd. It’s just the same thing with me preferring a Kia Picanto or a Chevrolet Aveo over a Ford Focus or Chevrolet Optra anytime, even if I have the money enough to buy a Toyota Fortuner. It’s because I like things small, and I don’t care if it’s not the top-of-the-line. A mini suits me, serves my needs, and I don’t care for sedans or SUVs. That’s it.

I’m writing this in the wee hours of the morning, when I’m supposed to be sleeping since I have another early day in a few hours. But I’m still doing this since Katamari Damacy deserves this post.

Games today generally sport beautiful 3-D or airbrushed images in their cover cases, just to showcase the graphic wonders it possesses (or, in the case of MMORPGs, what they lack); but like a sore thumb amongst other mediocre gloved thumbs, Katamari Damacy sports a cow and a rainbow. And a clump of junk that is the center of Katamari Damacy’s gameplay.

It’s like conveying a message of peace. It’s like saying, "Hey minna (to the uninitiated, it’s "everyone", in Japanese)! Let’s join hands together and make the biggest, meanest clump of junk!"

Now on to the nitty-gritty part, a review of the sequel We Love Katamari (since I have yet to lay my grubby paws on the first game T.T). Just click on the screenshots to enlarge:

Gameplay: You play as The Prince, who was unlucky enough the have The King of All Cosmos–a seemingly drunk, eccentric and sarcastic God–as father. Unfortunately your bastard dad accidentally broke the stars and planets in the Cosmos, and as a way of saying sorry to the Universe, his son–you–is being tasked to make huge clumps of junk by rolling a katamari sphere, making it bigger in order for you to have even larger objects stick to it, until it snowballs to a sphere as tall as a twenty-foot building, even larger. You get to stick everything, cars, people, cows, bonfires, ramen, cats, notebooks, thumbtacks, houses, trees, the Rain God, mice…the list can go on and on. In other words, if you’re seething mad against one person or a group of persons, you can go play Katamari Damacy and imagine that you’re rolling them into the katamari and stick cars, people, cows, bonfires, ramen, cats, notebooks, thumbtacks, houses, trees, the Rain God, mice etc. etc. over them, crushing them to death as they flail in futility. Nice.

  In this here screenshot, we see a helluva big sumo which looks like he’s going to eat the poor sod over there. He will, if he’s big enough to absorb the dude. You heard it right. Absorb. In that particular mission, you roll up a pathetically small sumo instead of a katamari, and he will grow bigger and bigger as he rolls over and absorbs the food lying on the street, the park, on the car, grass, school…you get the drift. Then at some point he will grow big as hell and absorb people too; he’ll need to grow big in order to knock down the master sumo waiting for him down the street.

DIsturbing. XD

One of the hilarious things about the game as well is the nonsensical dialogue. In We Love Katamari, the dialogue centers on fanservice and self-reference:  fans around the world convince the King of All Cosmos to go get them a katamari just to satisfy their petty whims; some random teacher wants a katamari to amuse her students, one just wants to see a big katamari, a grandpa wants to play videogames, and yet another bloke wants to light a big bonfire with a fiery katamari.

Graphics: Graphics? What graphics? Katamari Damacy sports BLOCKHEADs, fer godssake. High polygons? Low polygons? Middle Polygons? Katamari Damacy doesn’t worry it’s head off such flimsy details that clutter up gameplay of video games in general. The mediocre graphics is much suited to convey the general idea that the world is such a stupid thing, and we’re all welcome to trash it.

Sound: I have played We Love Katamari for a few weeks, and the soundtrack’s stuck in my head even today. The entire soundtrack sports swing, techno, J-pop, rock, ballad; it’s an eclectic mix of genres that make up the same level of eccentricity as the game, but they’re catchy as hell: DISCO PRINCE (capitalization intended) got my head nodding while I’m riding the bus to work, taking advantage of the fact that buses here are so crappy that they’re falling to pieces and that the shock absorber or whatever they call that contraption is non-existent. The prequel’s main theme, Katamari on the Rocks, is almost enough to make me shout Na na na na na na nana Katamari Damashii! except that I’m biting my lip to stop myself. XD The soundtack practically gets into your head, and is one of the major shining points in the game.

Replay: As of the moment, I still playing this game. And I’ve played it a dozen times already. The King of Cosmos also spouts off random wisdom, which I’ve come to incorporate into my life on a daily basis.

Overall Rating: 10/10. Just about the only game which will get this rating in my book. Shove off, Final Fantasy.

ROYAL RAINBOW!