Random Thoughts: With this closet and a pile of clothes, I sometimes think that I was born to be a GUY.

I have an awful, disorganized and horrifying closet. 

Yes. I do not know why. I mean I always fold my clothes. I always hang them nicely but after a week, my closet and clothes would go back to their original state. 

I sometimes feel embarrassed when I see my BROTHER's room cleaner and more organized than mine. Well at least my room smells better than his (yeah! I am rationalizing).

Random Thoughts: Office catfights. Round 1. (Let us make 'parinig')

Argh. I would want to see a real catfight.

When women fight, we do not use our fists. We use the most powerful tool we have (not the vagina of course) - our TONGUE.

Well, admit it girls. When we hate somebody, we do not usually approach the person and say what we want to say. We use our tongue to make 'parinig'.
I was looking for an English term for the word 'parinig' but I couldn't find one.

For all of you Filipinas who have been living in your room for ages, 'parinig' is "INDIRECTLY" saying things you want to say (most oftenly AWFUL and rude things).
Lemme give a precise example.
Your officemate's breath smells like rotten cheese. If you do not have the guts to tell him "I guess you better make an appointment to the dentist since your mouth smells like awful." - you can use 'parinig'. Like whenever you pass his workstation, you can say: "Kelangan ko na magtoothbrush kasi mabaho ang hininga ko, ayoko magaya sa IBA DYAN NA BAD BREATH. - (I better brush my teeth because I don't wanna be like SOMEONE who has an awful breath.) referring to THAT person whose breath stinks. Or when you JUST HATE SOMEONE because of no apparent reason, you can do the 'parinig' stuff.

I hate how women (supposedly 'professionals') do that.

I sometimes wanna throw my office cup at those kind of people. They make the working environment so more stressful.

I just pity those pity who cannot say what they want to other people,, but instead they make 'parinig'.
Poor you girls, it's a sign of cowardice.

Next time, say it to me straight. If you cannot say it to me straight, then just stay where you are.
Or let's just make it fun, let's slap each other's faces - it'll be more fun.

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Random Thoughts: Goodbye Grolier :(

I am doing a research (as part of my part-time job). I have to do so many research that I had to stay in front of the computer for a long time and turn on the internet for the whole day. The deadline’s on Monday so I had to rush everything - researching,  reading, typing, editing, researching, reading, typing and editing (again and again).

On my right side is a huge maroon bookshelf which contained our ‘forgotten’ Grolier’s Encyclopedia. My mom bought that set of encyclopedia when we were in elementary. We needed that because our inconsiderate teacher gave us a lot of homework about ‘researching’ about facts on different countries (imagine, I was in grade 3 that time and what kind of teacher would let a 3rd grade student research about Hawaii or Czech republic or Zimbabwe).

For you guys living at this age, having a desktop pc / computer (or whatever you call it now) was a luxury during my elementary days.  Much more with having an internet connection. (I don’t even know if internet existed during that time.) 

While doing my research, I kinda felt sad for our good ‘ol Grolier Encyclopedia set. We have had a lot of good times and it had helped me a lot. When I was in highschool, we started to forget we had an encyclopedia. 

I am so sorry Grolier, the internet had killed you. But I would never trade you for Wikipedia. I would always remember how you helped me learn new things and how you told me facts I would never read in my 5th grade Science book. 

I would never forget how you endured my brothers’ and sisters’ improper handling. I would always remember the way my skin felt as I browse through your pages as my eyes open in amazement and satisfaction for learning something new. 

Though I may not open you as much as I do with my laptop, I would still rely on you as my major source of information rather than believing on what is said on Facebook. You may not be updated as Google, but I would always remember what you have thought me - always go back to the basics. 

Goodbye Grolier.