December 06, 2010

~ Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone ~

my favorite: free in the office
While having my cafe mocha frap and tuna paella at the pantry..
the TV is at studio 23 the title of the show escaped me but it's about "Jejemons".. I just remembered (which made smile and laugh a bit) Someone texted me: November 30, 2010 Tuesday, Zambales..
(they're not in the exact way texted to me, y'know jejemons..)
jejemon: UPpppzzz...
joy: deadma.
jejemon: uPppppxxx...
joy: deadma.
jejemon: long forwarded message in a different dialect..
joy: deadma.
jejemon: suplado ka man..siguro mareng ka..
joy: mareng u mean a female? yes i'm a female and please stop texting you're not making sense, plus u have a dialect that i don't understand, jejemon ka pa!
jejemon: uPpPZZ..sk8 m0 kng mkasalita..

..and there you go i once hurt a jejemon..and the jejemon kept texting and forwarding messages..and it keeps on calling me mareng..haist. deadma pa rin...Sowy didn't intend to be that mean..
That's my thought over lunch..then, overlunch.

Last Sunday was great, i don't have work that's why and I'm in Zambales with 2 dear friends, that's also the reason why I'm here at work tonight, but I like my shift, less noise, less stress, so I just enjoyed my time. Listening to music while taking calls there's enough time to breathe before taking another call. A bit sleepy 'coz I'm alone but I appreciate the quietness.

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Crush Crush Crush - Paramore

I got a lot to say to you
Yeah, I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here
And it makes no sense at all

They taped over your mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies

They taped over your mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies

Crush, crush, crush

Crush, crush
(Two, three, four)

Nothing compares to

A quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting on

That never happens

I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this

If you want to play it like a game

Well, come on, come on, let's play
'Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute

They taped over your mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies

They taped over your mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies

Crush, crush, crush

Crush, crush
(Two, three, four)

Nothing compares to

A quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting on

That never happens

I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this now

Rock and roll, baby

Don't you know
That we're all alone now?
I need something to sing about

Rock and roll, hey

Don't you know, baby
We're all alone now?
I need something to sing about

Rock and roll, hey

Don't you know, baby
We're all alone now?
Give me something to sing about

Nothing compares to

A quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting on

That never happens

I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than
No, oh

Nothing compares to

A quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting on

That never happens

I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than
More than this

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