Posts Tagged ‘random’

10 Tell-Tale Signs that Vikki Likes You

// March 7th, 2010 // 7 Comments » // About Vikki

I am bored to death so I decided that today, I will tell you something totally random about me – how to tell if I like you. If you have been getting mixed signals from me lately and are getting confused, let me give you a quick run down of the things that I would do for someone I really, really like.

INSTRUCTIONS: If an item applies to you, give yourself one point. For every opposite action I’ve made towards you, subtract one point. If the items don’t apply to you, then you don’t get points (obviously). Add up all the points when you reach the end of the list to determine how much I like you.

Let’s begin.

10. Vikki offers to buy you food. That does not include coffee or booze. Vikki loves to eat and if she offers to buy you breakfast, lunch, dinner or any of her favorite snacks then she must like you.

9. She plays the smart-ass card on you. Vikki likes smart guys so she takes out the smart-ass card to tease your brain. She doesn’t intend to turn you off. She just wants to admire your wits.

8. If her friends have heard about you. It’s kinda difficult to figure this out unless you’re friends with her posse. So, yeah. Go figure. Plus, stories should be consisted of mostly positive stuff about you.

7. Vikki doesn’t play the ditz/slut/b*tch card on you. Of course if she really likes you, she won’t intentionally try to turn you off.

6. She loses sleep from talking/texting/hanging out with you. No matter how hyper Vikki can get, she loves her sleep as much as her iPod and the music in it (WeSC headphones included). Sacrificing sleep for people is major for her, that should tell you something.

5. Vikki agrees to belt a song in the videoke, right in front of an audience for you. This girl has stage fright but if singing can get your attention, she’ll sing you a good song and promises not to disappoint.

4. She makes a mix CD/playlist for you. This is huge because you must know that Vikki is an audiophile. If she decides to make you a playlist or a CD filled with mixes of her choice, it means she thinks about you a lot.

3. When she lets you borrow her prized possessions. Vikki is a gadget junkie and her geeky toys are her pets (since she doesn’t have real pets). Though she may not have the best gadgets in the market, once she lends you her “babies” (i.e., camera and/or lenses, mobile phone, music player, headphones, laptop) for more than 15 minutes and distance greater than 3 meters from where she’s at, that means she must really, really trust and adore you.

2. If Vikki tells you exactly where she lives. She refuses to be taken home during dates because her home is “her zone.” But if you’re the kind of person who gives her fever, she will let you drive her home and offer you something to drink from her fridge.

1. She kisses you goodnight - on the lips. Duh. No brainer.

Now, add up your score.  All done? Use the following line plot to determine your level of Vikki-likability and then tell me how you faired.

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This post, also known as the Vikki-likability test, is a product of the author’s craving for beer and company on a lazy Saturday evening. As of writing, the highest scorer for this test is her ex who managed to get a perfect score.

Thoughts on the Treadmill

// February 2nd, 2010 // 2 Comments » // Blog-a-holic, Life in General

First day in the gym in 2010. No iPhone or gym buddy to keep me company.

Lesgow. Stretch, stretch. Hop on to the treadmill.

Start. Speed, 2.0.  Nggrggrhh. Boring walk for one minute. Beep. Beep. Beep. Incline settings 5.5, speed 4.5. Now it’s getting interesting.

Two minutes later, cute chinito dude was doing some leg lifts at my left. Oyeh.

So what am I gonna have for lunch? Chinito boy.  Good idea. But seriously, salad?  Maybe. Gosh the music in this gym is killing me. Slimmer’s World had better music.  Maybe I should really get an mp3 player so I have something to use temporarily.  Anson’s is just right across the street.  I should check later.

Bush is so noisy. Haha. He’s already friends with the instructors.

Hey mister, please stop staring at my butt. What a fuckin’ perv.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Speed 6.0. It’s so good that I can brisk-walk and think of a lot of non-sense without worrying of bumping into someone or tripping over something.  Maybe this is why I love the treadmill.

I didn’t know that it was tough to sing and play Die Alone at the same time.  Must be my poor guitar skills. Haha.  I should stick to simpler tunes like Katy Perry’s Thinking of You.  Now, where the heck will I find the chords to The Duke Spirit’s Wooden Heart. That’s a very good song. Makes me sleep but also keeps me awake during long work hours.

Wow, I can see Mexicali from here. Mmm. Tacos, burritos, and grilled pork chops. Mmm. Yeah, I should have veggies for lunch. Darn it. I’ll make it up on cheat weekends then. Cheat.

Fifteen minutes later, I burned 69 calories. That’s how much calories there is in a shot of Patron Silver Tequila. And the thought of it makes me thirsty. Wait, I AM thirsty. Chinito boy comes back to do more leg lifts. What was I thinking again?  Nice legs, yessir. Bad Man’s World playing in my head. It’s a bad man’s world. It’s a bad man’s world.

Sweat is dripping from my back and my chest. Ten more minutes. I always make it a point to stay in the treadmill for at least 30 minutes. Walk, brisk-walk, run, brisk-walk, repeat. It’s a bad man’s world. It’s a bad man’s world. It’s a bad man’s world.  Will it be me or will it be you.

142 calories in 30 minutes.  Not good for day one. But what the heck. Time to hit the shower.

The ABCs of a Super Random Monday

// November 2nd, 2009 // No Comments » // Blog-a-holic

It’s a holiday and it means no work. Spent the entire day ABC style.

Asked for food every 30 minutes.
Bummed around, literally bummed around.
Channel-surfed all day.
Drank soda and more soda.
Ecstatic because I was Excel-free for 3 days.
Flipped out because November holidays got cancelled.
Got more indie music.
Hated the fact that tomorrow means back to work.
Ignored my work email. Fo realz.
Jogged to stay fit (in my dreams).
Kissed dadi via instant messenger.
Licked my fingers after finishing a bag of chips.
Make-up free Monday.
Napped a lil bit.
Opened a gajillion unread mails.
Popped a dozen chocolates in my mouth.
Questioned the existence of the lochness monster. LOL.
Revamped my Tumblr’s look.
Sent mushy messages to boyfriend.
Tumblr-ed like crazy, like there’s no tomorrow.
Uninstalled useless programs from my computer.
Visited random and cute Tumblr and Twitter pages.
Washed my face and put on some benzoyl peroxide.
X-ed some stuff on my to do list.
Yawned without covering my mouth.
Zoned out while working on this list.