Weird Shit Thursdays


Before I unveil my selected weird shit, I will make kwento first.

I already had a post that I wrote LAST Thursday but it somehow disappeared from my drafts folder.  So now i’m going to have to re-do it all over again.

Mercury retrograde is looming.  I had planned in getting my clearance from my old job done this Monday.  I had a 4pm edit near the area anyway, so I figured… perfect!  I’ll run to old office, get my clearance signed, then run to edit place.  But of course, my previous meeting went on for far too long, so I got lazy and decided to delay getting my clearance from my old job… indefinitely.  But while I was procrastinating in the veranda of my new office (I was reading Tita Susan OK), I read that the Retrograde would start next week, which prompted me to get my lazy ass off the veranda and continue with my scheduled clearance day.

So yay!  I’m hoping to pick up my paycheck next month so I can finally buy a bike! (or a La-Z-Boy, or maybe finally pay off my Credit Card in full).

There, that’s my useless kwento.  On to Weird Shit Thursdays!

This Thursday, I bring you…

THE AVN AWARDS!  It’s the Oscars of the Porn World where they award the best of bedroom athletics!

You’ll see all your favorite stars in the red carpet, fully dressed and being slightly normal human beings!  Which I find weird, hence the clip made it to my #WST.

Enjoy, Motherfuckers!



Look at this!! I’m blogging (almost) everyday!

Today is Tuesday, and in my quest to become a more responsible citizen of the online world, this will be the day where I give out useful tips in life.  Tips that I use and not just dish out, mind you.

Anyway, I just started working for a new agency recently.  I dove into my new job head first, leaving my old job on a Friday and starting the new one Monday.  I don’t have a deathwish, but I do have dedication!

Where am I going with this again?

Ah!  Since the day I set foot in my new job, work has not stopped coming in.  So to help me with concentrating on the jobs that I have to do, I listen to binaural beats to keep my brain awake and focused.  I don’t know if it’s just a placebo, or that I have a weak brain, but hey, this weak brain is churning out work like a motherfucker!

Binaural Beats has been my jam since 2012, when I was researching on “how to calm the mind”.  I think too much (if you haven’t noticed) and my brain, much like me, WILL NOT SHUT UP.  It has to have an opinion about everything.  Everything I see, I have to over-analyse.  Like strange words and how they’re shaped, how much the sound of static scares me, people who resemble of inanimate objects, witty things that I wish I told people who annoy me, misplaced sharp notes, the effect of teleportation in society, the pros of buying a trampoline, what I really want for dinner vs what I think I want for dinner… really dumb stuff that tend to clutter my mind.

Where am I going with this again?

Ah, I was researching on how to calm the mind when I stumbled on the vibration of the earth (7.8 hz), and other new age shit.

Since I discovered binaural beats, i’ve been using it religiously.   I’ve given up on trying to calm the mind.  But it does help me focus and concentrate.  I find that i’m more productive when I’m listening to Binaural Beats (and/or classical music) Basically, anything that has no words.  Worse when it’s Hanson because I sing along to dat shit like it had a purpose.

So before I totally forget, Binaural Beats!

If you have other tips on concentration and other things, feel free to leave a comment!

Monday Blues



I hate people.

People are mean and they do mean things.

They hurt you, they’re hard to talk to, they don’t laugh at your jokes, they break promises and they’re always running late. They’re shallow, can’t hold their alcohol, have so much drama and you have to consistently listen to them like you actually give a shit about what they’re going through.

I hate feelings.

It makes you feel things.

They cloud your judgement. You find yourself doing things that you don’t like.  It makes you talk to people in a strange modulated voice.  It makes you give crappy advice and laugh at dumb jokes.  It makes you promise things that you’re never going to do and you find yourself giving a shit about what they’re going though.

Sometimes, hate myself.

At 29, my problems revolve around boys and braces, taglines and deadlines.  I care little about things that matter, and care more about things that don’t.  I’m always hungry, I’m having trouble sleeping and I spend way too much on useless things such as hotel-grade, 300 thread count egyptian cotton bed sheets (and still i’m having trouble sleeping).  My photoshop skills are crappy, I am powerless in PowerPoint and I absolutely suck in Snapchat (add me up: @runawayrun).

I also complain way too much when there are people who have real problems.

God I need a drink.