holy shit, my LJ entries are a day ahead!! i must fix the dates on my calendar.

i'm running out of "corporate" clothes to wear, so that means i'm going shopping for the next interview, which i hope i don't bomb because i pretty much made and idiot of myself by talking to much on the previous one and sounding like an absolute airhead.  i need to work on my eye contact skills and speaking of contact...

i need new contacts!  i'm so poor i can't even buy new contact lenses.  i can't even get my glasses refracted because i can't afford new lenses since the parents stopped my allowance (and cut my credit card).  these are hard times for sanya coo.

i feel kinda bad because i'm not expecting to get a call back (let alone a job!. wait, is it called "call back" when your applying for a job as well?) because number one, i sounded like and idiot.  number two, i sounded like a really really dumb idiot.  i don't like talking about myself and i have a thing for confrontational BS and unless your a branggay tanod (flash a little cleavage, flirt a little and you get away without a shooting permit, i tell you).  ask misha and he'll tell you i make up the worst lies excuses.  i think people just let me get away with it because they feel sorry for me or they know i'm actually boring enough not to do anything crazy like... come home after 3am.  sleepy by 11pm, home before the sun goes up.  anything later and it's not my parents who get nervous, but me.  sorry, i just like sleeping when its still dark outside and in my own bed.  LOSERRRR.

so i fucked up an interview by sounding too text-bookish in an elle woods kind of way.  i probably fucked up the english test as well because when was the last time i took grammar classes?  Eng10?  i realized i should have balanced my creative writing electives with grammar classes instead of hoarding all the CW units.  ARGH.  had lunch with daddy (since i was too poor to buy my own lunch) at Apartment 1B and had lamb curry.  stupid.  i thought, no onions or garlic since i had an interview, well, curry isn't any better.  i just hope i wasn't babbling away to the scent of digested indian spices the whole time i was talking. 

since i'm hardly in the makati area ever, i decided to take advantage of it (plus i was feeling pretty bummed out from the interview).  so i bought chocolates from rustans (P200 for 4 pieces of heaven!) and, having been depressed and having no sense at all during that time, blew my last remaining savings on SHINY BLACK FAUX LEATHER TIGHTS.  why i need a pair is beyond me.  why i bought it is beyond me.  i thought it looked good on Michael Jackson's girl-goddess of a guitarist (HELLO THIS IS IT!) so i bought it.  i was all, you never know when your going to need SHINY BLACK FAUX LEATHER TIGHTS!  you never know when you'll need to dress up like a transsexual hooker so might as well blow your last thousand on SHINY BLACK FAUX LEATHER TIGHTS!  and since i thought i could dupe my parents in buying a pair of tacky gun-metal strap on platforms, i reserved a pair as well, you know, to match my SHINY BLACK FAUX LEATHER TIGHTS.  

god, is this a way of subconsciously telling me that i should consider being a prostitute?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

"namatay ako", is "i died" when your lazy.

"bakla, nakita ko yung brip nung bet kong kuya...i died" as opposed to "bakla, nakita ko yung brip nung bet kong kuya namatay ako".  mas mahaba siya.  ipapauso ko nga yung "super" as opposed to "ng bonggang bongga" na naging "ng bonggs" so magiging "ng sups".  HAHAHAHA. lets rearrage.

"gay, na-event ko yung brip nung bet ko...i died ng sups"  parang "supa".  chupa. ipapauso ko yun.  ipapauso ko sa mga maid namin, sa driver namin, sa katapid ko at sa aso namin.  pwede narin kay lola pero masyado na siyang thunder not in a thunder gay kind of way na medyo annoying pero never-the-less may fun factor.









pota i miss my orgmates.

hanging out with a future IT girl (HAHAHA) way too much this week.  who, for some reason, rekindled my filmmaker "talents" by asking me to edit a video (it pays to have done 100000000 debut videos) and help write a press release of some sort.  insert knowledge on narrative flow here.

although i had fun pulling an all day-er timing frames to the music and saying things like "you start with the big picture, then small, then details, then cite an example", it made me realize a couple of things.  my creativity relies on humoring my audience.  i don't write from the brain as much as i write from their brain.  i dissect ideas and sentences to fit my audience's taste.  it's reverse masturbation.  it's a full production blow job, complete with a school girl uniform and garter-belts to boot.  i had to take a step back and think to myself, sanya coo, you actually thrive on bullshit, what the fuck kind of person have you become?

so much for the UP education.  so much for the love of film and the arts.  so much for freedom of speech.  i've been consumed by media that i'm not only the perfect market (hello eastwood mall sale on the 13th hello i have shoes reserved until friday hello 101332985 discount cards) but also the perfect propagator of the mainstream mentality that has put the quality of Filipino taste in the shithole.

when i graduated i said on my essay for Miriam College "i want the Filipino people to open the newspaper and read real news, I want them to turn on the television and watch shows with an intelligent mind, i want them to appreciate films, not for the actors, but for the story line and its execution".  (then the sister had to interview me because she wanted to see if i had any aktibista tendencies, HELLO I'M A HANSON FAN). come on.  i had the heart, and half a brain back then to stand up for something, and now, i'm spouting suggestions on "which charity has more social impact  (the poor people vs. the environment)?  make that your first paragraph, cite examples, how did you feel when you were doing it? now make it more heartfelt" .  yes, i thrive on bullshit. 

...and i love it.

i want a job where i can rant and judge things without any real basis except for my 23 years of existence.  like, when i go to my facebook page and i see pictures of my highschool batchmates and i'm like oh wow they're ugly, lock those albums please!  or when i see a stupid commercial like sarsarap and alliversary (see, i can't even recall what's the products' name) i'll go THAT AD IS STUPID BECAUSE and people will listen.  why wouldn't they listen?  their market is full of mindless whinny idiots like me.  it' just so happens that this mindless eejot has a degree from UP Mass Comm.

i think it's time i rethink my options.



anybody want to marry me?  i'm chinese!

the hanson fan wants REAL beer, y'all.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

bleh.  my brain has stopped working since its not being used.

ano? pagwapuhan tayo ng boyfriend?





didn't think so.

cheskangs is cutting jewels' hair while i look on thinking, well, thinking of nothing, really.

life is full of retards and wrong grammer. yes. yes.

hello apple pie, oh you look so yummy.  with your apples and buttery sweet crust oh my oh my.

I WANT APPLE PIE.

and i am leaving right now to get some.

i love single-girl drama.  i love that i get to live that way up until now is a little sad yet liberating at the same time.  i like spending idle time in front of the TV, watching CSI and obnoxious bridal shows.  i like drinking with my friends and driving home buzzed.  i like answering with a "he's at work", or "he's busy" whenever they ask where kopol is.

who the fuck am i kidding?

everything is okay.  you have to live and let live.  i can't help it that my only dream is sleeping with a hanson brother, and that's not to come true anytime soon.  so until that day, i have to let the boyfriend take his time and live his dream, no matter what it costs.  i guess.  i guess.

in other news, i have been a vegetarian for a month, my boobs are shrinking, eating isn't as much fun as it used to be.

the weather is nice and cold.  i got my winter outfits out, and i'm now sporting a scarf.  i went out with misha and sleg for a midnight burger king run wearing a parka.  i think they both wanted to stranggle me with it.

lantern parade in a little bit, i wonder if my date will wake up.

listen to me, date, kopol, boyfriend, this post is reeking of it.  if i wasn't so happy i would've deleted everyting and reverted back to writing about how much i want chicken joy right now.

8 months and not counting.  i've stopped  counting when i realized the last one lasted for at least 5 years and thinking about the years just pissed the fuck out of me.  time means nothing.  time means nothing.

i haven't had meat for nearly three weeks, and it's the most awful yet liberating (LIBERATING?!?!?!) feeling in the whole world.  for once in my life, i actually think i can control something, which is saying no to chicken joy and fish n' chips.  i am not a happy camper--no, but the dropping dress size is enough for me to crawl though my ordeal.

i have failed in way too many things in my life already, i will not let this go down easy.  i will become skeletal and you all will be forced to shove triple patty burgers down my throat to save me.  oh how i wish for that day to come.

how many people can scream HEY LOOK ITS YOUR BOSS whenever Hef walks on screen while watching House Bunny?

not that many people, i tell you.



what's the point of this post?

1.  to brag about the boyfriend having the COOLEST job in the world

and

2.  to encourage you to buy PLAYBOY PHILIPPINES and fund our dates!




(mostly its number 2.  i'm loving this month's issue, but i won't tell you why.  wink)

okay, summerfling's taunting got to me. 

since i'm more or less doing my last semester (aka enrolled myself in german classes in UP and other subjects that are not credited in any way, but it's education so why not?) i have more time to focus on my...WRITING!

so this month, i'll haul my ass and move the hell out out LJ once and for all into a brand spankin new blog with complicated HTML or non-HTML things that i will bribe friends to help set me up!

ah, friends.  i love them so.

my head hurts.  i should get some sleep.





it really sucks to be alone.

there is a song that i cannot figure the title and the artist.  i would trype the lyrics, but its not in english.  it might be african but i don't know.

the music video is set in a desert (or some lush nature type of place) and the people are dresse/made-up like wild african animals.  this is body-paint level of costume ha.  there's a tiger, a lion and maybe even  monkey.  i remember the "animals" being on top of rocks, and the elephant's trunk being painted on the arm of the guy in the body-paint.  the lyrics has the words "na na na" and other chant-like syllables that i i won't post because i'm embarrassed becauseit's wrong.  but i'm despserate.  it sound like "nate-yo" then "na na na" after.  "nateyo nana na...something something aaaaaahh..."  the chant is repetative (hence a chant). 

i'm desperate, i've been trying to find this song for 5 years.  i've typed up "africa body paint nanana body paint music video"...everything.  nothing of susbtance comes up.  just porn and documentaries.

was on MTV around 1997 often.


if you know the song, PLEASE post the title and the artist.  i can't sleep.  i can't accept the fact that i'll never hear that song again.

you know it, i know you do.  you know it you know it you know it!




i should put this at the back of a milk carton.

DUKIT

i ate a lot
my stomach is
bondat

i want to throw up
stick two fingers
down my
throat
and flush
my dinner
away.

--
i want to thank bebe go for giving me a reason to rhyme.

excuse my sexy secretary aka summer fling, she is cool.

sanya calls summer fling on the cellphone, or is it the other way around? anyway.

ring ring

summer fling: summer fling!
summer fling: bitch!
summer fling: i'm not home! i can't post! i don't have internet and i don't have a computerrr!
summer fling: but its the last night tonight! you have to post!
summer fling: if you want, post in on my LJ.
summer fling: okay.
summer fling: my password is **********
summer fling: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
summer fling: shatap.
summer fling: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
summer fling: i'm drunk.
summer fling: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

what a pointless post.

Hello, my name is Sanya's Sexy Secretary and today, I shall present to you the face of the future:



Mike Villar. He likes pizza and 12-year old boys. He's also my pick for this year's Philippine Blog Awards' Bloggers' Choice Award.

With a face like that, HOW CAN YOU NOT VOTE FOR HIM?!

Deadline is tonight at midnight. If you would like this awesome person to win, a blog entry about him/it counts as a vote. Submit your votes here!

Photo credit: http://hilarryon.blogspot.com/

your shit belongs in the multiply blogs.
LJ is for drama.



obviously.