I hope you’re not reading this..

First off, I hate editing my blog’s template. Something’s wrong with this blog. I tried changing the font color of just one post and viola! The entire blog’s font changed too. Tsk tsk tsk.Okay moving on. Here’s the part where I am not suppose to react but I can’t help myself .Also, there are some things I wish had said by failed miserably to retaliate. So in this post I will just let it out….Some are just really random thoughts so pardon me for the stream-of-consciousness type of writing..

1. Oh how apt! What perfect timing. Songs that are playing right now points my arrow towards your direction. How fucking amazing! And why are you ever brilliant? Why are you so good-natured? Why do you slap that silly grin in your face? Why do you always look at the glass half-full? You are a fucking ray of sunshine! Good job, God! Kudos to your omnipotence!

2. I am petrified. I keep writing about you. You don’t even go here. You really shouldn’t .  I am scared actually. I mean if you read this. You’d probably flip. You’d probably laugh. Okay, your eyes are pretty amazing! That’s it. Enough compliment for the day. It might get in your head or cause flatulence. 

3. Kasuklam-suklam ang araw na ito! Yes, you are one minor productivity killer. I end up doing absolutely nothing. My boss nearly bit my head off. My funeral fees(if such gruesome incident did transpire) will be on you. And no, I have no plans of asking for your help again. Not in the near mili-second at the very least.

4. I am having second thoughts about what you say you are. I don’t want to be a racist jerk. I still respect you. I mean I always have because you are YOU. But it’s the third time that you have “accidentally” touched my boobs. I don’t know if it’s out of your curiosity or I’m just being born yesterday. No, I highly doubt that you’d be switching sides. No, I don’t feel harrassed or anything…just a little weird though. 

5. I can’t hate you forever. I want to but I really shouldn’t. I don’t understand you. Maybe I do. But  just won’t. I don’t even know where to start. I want to scream at you for always deflecting. I am not stupid. How come I have to deal with your immaturity? Why can’t I just be the bad apple and screw everyone and anyone over???

6. My patience is running thin. And I hope you don’t see that light of day,when that time comes….when the last straw has been drawn or the trigger pulled. Don’t stand there… point blank.

7. I am extremely sorry. Though, I fail to show it. I don’t know how to say it(uhm, I do. But..) I just want to say sorry for the things I failed to do. I can be an asshole sometimes…okay most of the time.

8.You are expecting too much from me. You’re putting me in a tight spot. I am getting anxious every time you do it. It seems like failure is not an option.

9. Uhm, you are starting to creep me out. I am not comfortable when people hover while I pretend to type away and work. You think I don’t notice you. Think again. I know we’re friends but boundaries, dear.. think of boundaries. I’m gonna start planting booby traps on my desk.

10.  And you, comrade. You and I have some 90 days to wellness to attend to. Tsk tsk tsk. Where’s the motivation, you asked?? Think PROM. Yes, juvenile but look who’s talking?! Drop and give me 50. NOW!

P.S.

OMG. It’s my 365th day in this company! Happy Anniversary, job. You ruin my perfect sleeping habits! But you pay the rent. so… bottoms up!

From MOA to Hell

Uhm, the post is kinda late…but anyway. Yes, if you are living in the metro, you can only wish that you will not go through the hassle of commuting with sweaty orcs, pick pockets, butt-grabbing toddlers and breast-feeding mothers. But since, I am almost always living below poverty line, I cannot afford to take a cab everyday for the rest of my life. No, I chose not to own a car (for now). I opted to stay alive for 5 more years so yep, I can’t learn to drive just yet. In short, getting groped, assaulted, stomped, pushed, or shoved by the rest of the metro’s commuting population is something that I have to endure every now and then.
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