okay, the last aggrotyping entry was brought by the fact that we finally got the domain aliasing working. Which means this blog can now be accessed through

*^(*&T U(T UT&^R YG&* R&^R&^ (that's aggrotyping for Yey, Thank You)

(yes, I quote Shakira now)

The Universe and I have a long standing love affair. We belong to a special class of lovers who enjoy alternate sadism and masochism. There are days when she goes manic on me, madman crazy with a shotgun until I cry myself to sleep, only to find myself being thankful still. Unlike other people who feel like making their lives more interesting by inventing lies, the Universe makes sure that my life will always remain interesting.

This is what makes me continue this love-hate relationship with THE UNIVERSE. She puts me down, throws me around and picks me up again. Yesterday was one of the most striking examples of how the Universe loves me and hates me.

I Hate You

Yesterday was tax refund day in the office. Now, anyone would be excited, because a tax refund means a significant amount of money. Only then did I find out that I don't get to have one. Well, at the risk of exaggeration, it got me feverish. It managed to make me acquire a fever which I had to nurse until after dinner time.

I mean, for the working middle class like I am who pays the bills, a tax refund means a lot. Considering that (1) I work hard--by this I mean, that despite the fact that I am feverish, or that I can barely walk to the office, I still go to work, (2) a tax refund is a tangible THANK YOU, GOOD JOB. Tax refunds are important so that bills get paid and that I still have some for myself so that I can treat myself to that trip to Anawangin I am giddily lusting on.

Thank you, Universe. You just effed off my paycheck. I worked hard for that, you b1tch.

But I Love You.

When I tell you that I have a sado-masochism thing going with her, I mean it the way couples mean it. The thing with sadists is that they will beat you up, assume you like it and then give you sweet sweet love after. A stark contrast between the violence is the love and affection, something comfortable, quiet and soothing as opposed to the loud, starlting violence.

See the thing with her, the universe, is that she has perfect timing. She knows when she delivers small brutal punches which is why she compensates by giving me the most awesome and brilliant friends and the warmest family. Who makes me happy by their company and awesome dorkiness. Friends who I could talk to about anything. Friends who would tell me that I am a geek/b1tch but they still love me. Friends who understand that fishballs are great as well as free internet downloads. Well, you know what I mean.

That same afternoon, yesterday afternoon, the Universe seemed to be playing her usual sadist tricks on me. It got me feverish and sad in the morning. Because of the said tax refund. But then I got a message from a friend. It managed to raise my fever, stun me and made me lose my footing. I even went up and down the twin escalators twice, because, my head, it started spinning. A good kind of spinning, thank you.

You see, if you haven't noticed yet, it is very easy to make me happy. A hefty discussion on "Dead Stars" make me happy. Orange juice make me happy.  My mom showing determination to get well, pictures of flickr friends. Even attending my twin sister's graduation. So yesterday's surprise would easily be on top of the charts, all circumstances considered.

Thank you, if you ever get here, Thank you. I'm currently scrambling and trying to get over my shyness. (being vague is as fun as doing this other thing)

Come on, Universe. Put me down, throw me around and pick me up again.

a STRANGER got me a PAID ACCOUNT!!

I must be brilliant. I must be brilliant. Because a paid account will go to waste if I am crap stupid. What to do next?

Observe the world from another angle. Because it won't wait! Even if you are genius-ing.

Then maximize the userpics!

I miss tbi♥ he would have loved to revel in this.