takes two to tango

in my quest to keep my eyes open this, uh, boring friday afternoon, i found myself the lyrics to Liz Phair's song Extraordinary.

You think that I go home at night
Take off my clothes, turn out the lights
But I burn letters that I write
To you, to make you love me

(well, not really. no voodoo boo bakaloo loo for me)

Yeah, I drive naked through the park
And run the stop sign in the dark
Stand in the street, yell out my heart
To make, to make you love me

(i know i can be crazy at times, but not really to the point where i'd scandalize the neighbors. i don't think they can get anything out of it anyway.)

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho

(bingo.)

You may not believe in me
But I believe in you
So I still take the trash out
Does that make me too normal for you?

(don't think i can be that normal.)

So dig a little deeper, cause
You still don't get it yet
See me lickin' my lips, need a primitive fix
And I'll make, I'll make you love me

(more like animalistic)

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess

See me jump through hoops for you
You stand there watching me performing
What exactly do you do?
Have you ever thought it's you that's boring?
Who the hell are you?

(if i ever reach that point in a relationship, remind me to give myself a twoink in the head.)

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho

Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho

Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho

Average every day sane psycho

(supahstahr!)

[glad]: Hi, good morning. Can I please be connected to your Sales Department?
: Hi, this is Glady from (that computer company). Ma'am/Sir (that computer company) is holding a seminar this coming March and we'd like to invite you.
: We're going to be launching a new computer program called (that program). Is it alright if I ask a few questions to update our database?
: May I know who I'm speaking with?
: And your designation is?
: Ma'am/Sir would you happen to know what software or program the company is using right now?
: For how long have you been using that?
: OK, would it be alright if we sent you an invitation to the seminar maybe through fax or email?
: Can I have a fax number please?
: Do you have an email address we can contact you with?
: Thank you very much for your time.

Say all of this with a smile. It generally works.
Of course there are other instances when the person on the other end of the line replies with questions of their own...

[guy]: What does (the initials of that company) stand for?
[girl]: What line of business does your company do?
[lady]: Where'd you get our number?
or
[lady]: Who gave you my number?
[guy]: Are you sure you're calling my company?

and there are funny comments from the persons on the other line as well...

[guy]: Marunong ka pala mag-Tagalog! Nauubusan na ako ng Ingles, eh!
[boy]: I think you have the wrong number. By the way, may I know who this is please?
[lady]: Dadalawa lang kami dito sa office at tatlo lang computer namin eh.
[girl]: Our officer-in-charge is out of country today.

it gets better.

yesterday my office mate who fancies himself, young at heart, decided to do some spring cleaning.

and one thing i noticed was that he was tearing up those pages with a vengance.

[glad]: You need a shredder.
[YaH]: (rolls his eyes) Kailangan nga pero mahal daw.

then just a few minutes ago, my other office mate, the Ina Raymundo, starts cleaning up her desk as well, also cutting her papers to bits and pieces, and complains to Ms. Gorgeous behind me.

[Ina]: 'Lam mo, kailangan natin ng shredder.
[Gorgeous]: 'Bat nga wala tayo nun?
[Ina]: Hirap kasi pini-pick-up lang basura natin.

where do you go and find a shredder?
i've always wanted one actually...

i still have no idea how to go about this silly thing.

i usually find these things out on my own.

why do i need someone now?

i think i just miss old friends who always thought i needed guidance. now those same friends let me be cos they think i can handle stuff--which is precisely what i want them to think.

i just miss those days...

how does this thingy work?

aaarggh!! i'm gonna learn how this works even if i'm not allowed to browse during work hours.

everyone's on a break anyway...

Blog.

I actually have one.

I just wanna test it out really.

Now, I feel like those people who have just discovered friendster after denying ever needing to be in touch with old friends just to find out that even their parents have their own friendster accounts.

Let's see what this baby can do...