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What is it about men and their meat? Hubby and I argued over steak tonight. I cooked it so rare, it bled all over the plate. He had it so well done, it felt like gnawing leather.

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I should be working now but I’m not. It’s just one big blah. Vent-O-Machine
My grammar sucks. I have let it degenerate. Yet another thing I need to work on in 2012.

Beginning 2012

This year, I’m gonna travel more. At least if the world’s end in 2012, I have seen more it before things get ugly.

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Minimum Hours of Sleep I Need to Function

I used to get by on 2 hours of sleep while cramming in college. Now, I need a minimum of 6 hours to be marginally competent.

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Been gnawing round the clock that my jaw’s starting to ache. Must exercise other muscles. I need to go back to the gym again.

Angry Beaver’s Hate List 2011 Part I

My hiatus from writing prompted me to mull about and marinate on life, love and the karmic enchilada.  I hoped to find Zen, profound clarity, my inner child.  Instead, it led me to things that piss the crap out of me.  Hence, it is my duty as an angry beaver to document such insufferables.    

1. Ristras at The Fort for charging a minimum purchase order of P500 for credit card transactions

2. That annoying globe favicon on the left side of tabs and urls

3. Going to the BIR to suck up to corrupt schmoes

4. Greece’s effect on the global economy and our local stock market (Get your act together, man!)

5. China’s pigheadedness and bullying over the Spratlys (Stop being such a fucking ass and let it go!)

6. Horrendously expensive parking along Emerald Ave., Ortigas at P40 for 2 hours and P20 for every fucking hour henceforth

Cook’s Illustrated is my National Geographic. If you’re a fan of this magazine, you’re a genius rock star epicure demigod—just like me.  

Cook’s Illustrated is my National Geographic. If you’re a fan of this magazine, you’re a genius rock star epicure demigod—just like me.  

I didn’t go to the gym and I feel I’ve let myself down. I spent my time watching and reading about Willie Revillame humiliating a 6 year-old on national TV instead. Double sad.