I've started a new collection....all thanks to seeing that ukay-ukay store in a mall here. It started with finding nice plush toys still with their tags on. Then I discovered there were actually Beanie Babies and Beanie Buddies in the mix...
I had to dig in.
As of this writing, I've been there perhaps twice already. They sell their small plushies for five pieces for Php 100.
Kelan kaya makakita ng Pullips sa ukay-ukay?
I am probably the worst student to ever take to the Path. Even if it had been in the family to traipse into the unknown, I would never actively open a spell book to turn people into frogs or newts. I would probably take each book in hand and hit each of my undesirables between the eyes.
It is not usual for someone who gets caught casting a spell over a Sister to get away with an apology and an explanation that you're doing it for my own good. But to get caught for the second time is practically begging for a war.
Calling me a novice while using twice as much lengths of chains to tie me up than you would use on a pitbull....
Trying to carve out my heart with not just one but five blades....
So this is Sisterhood....
Seriously, girls..... You are making me puke or throw up my imaginary breakfast. Since when did strong arm - kanto girl tactics considered classy and acceptable? I haven't even had breakfast yet.
You may be the so-called top earners in this office but you don't teach at all. You don't even keep records the way you're supposed to. Your accent is all wrong, you teach the wrong expressions and the worst part --- you never forget to add the -- 'here in the Philippines' line. Jeez ladies, they're here for English class, not Social Studies taught in English language.
You wow them with your street smarts. How quaint because they haven't seen nor heard something like that before. Flattery dribbles from your mouths and you think you're so cute. But, damn it, stop with the faux British accent. It's making my heart bleed on my tea.
Why the hell did I sign up for another six months of hell with them?
Sometimes I commit lapses (I'm pretty weak when it comes to food) and I make up for it with an anaemia-inducing work schedule. Who doesn't have an online shopping wishlist that can be deemed bizarre by most even by ourselves? I had to fight with myself when it comes to shopping, muttering how expensive things are when I'm pushing a full cart to the cashier. The shopping list always gets edited en route to the counter, making enough side trips and returns to tone one's arms and legs.
I haven't been to the spa for months and out of town trips have to be planned very carefully. It's a good thing I don't have to fork over money for the bills at home. Mind you, we split the grocery list at home and we take turns who brings home the bacon, literally speaking. I would have had a pedigreed pet by now if I wasn't met with protests about hairballs and allergies. Who could have told me there really is something greater waiting for me?
Until my next zap of inspiration....
What is wrong with them?
I am unusually irritated by people who are not just wide-eyed with curiosity but with in-your-face self-righteous crap that barely masks envy. They would usually chide you for having material excess and casually suggest for you to toss things their way, literally. Their favorite speech always has something to do with coming from a Poor Family (emphasis on the Poor) and doing everything to help support the younger siblings.
Their attempts to sound modern and fluent grate public hearing. They bungle the language but will be ultimately offended if you correct them. They use your lipstick like a permanent marker and make ducklips all day. They roll their eyes at your new shoes but badger you in letting them fit the pair. Sucking up to the boss and parroting memos are favorite activities.
Soon they show up wearing accessories and tops similar to yours. They're not shy about asking for hand-me-downs, too. If you had the misfortune of inviting them to your pad, they will raid your closets and ask: "which ones are you no longer using?"
If there's one thing I am thankful, it hasn't gone to asking for your boyfriend's friends' numbers. Or insisting to meet your friends outside work. But, please God, when Starbucks opens this year, I need to find reasons to avoid them or find more hole-in-the-wall sanctuaries. To be not seen in a place to be seen seems a sin to them. Just because you can now afford means you can afford.
Ahhh...bitch mode...smiling may now commence....
Gods help me....
I think I'm getting old. I'm losing stuff important to me like my phone and my gameboy (yipes!)
My dolls are still here.....Either I'm having a malas streak or a gremlin is out to get me. Either way, make it go away.
The trouble with mornings is that
I sit here with an invisible cup of coffee in my hands.
I wait and listen as
A single leaf, brown and rough
Falls at my feet.
I wait and listen
But your voice never comes
Until I close my eyes and dream again.
Baby, I tried saying goodbye
More than I could count in this lifetime.
I knew in my heart I loved you
I wonder if you feel the same way too.
Watching where your gaze strays
Praying for a moment
That it finds me
But you seem to see me too
You seem to see me too
And then it happens
Your love hits me like
Nuclear sunshine
Blazing through my veins
Burning my body
Set my soul aflame
Nuclear sunshine
I am lost in the wind
Take away my soul
Let this pain never end.
From the clouds of bliss
My world crashes down on me
Like a music box left open in the rain
The melody going the way flowers go
In unrelenting summer days
I am lost in the memory
Of forgotten afternoons
Where the roses fade beneath us
The ground shifts like sand
Until the crystal of your imagined love
Shatters with in my broken heart
Once again
So in this desolation I stand
Grieving for time lost in lies
Holding straws spun from the gold of your promises
Hoping for broken dreams
Of nuclear sunshine
That once swept my world wild and free
He's out of my life..................
I ended things kahapon. Still feeling devastated...three years and he just said I was convenient to have around...............fire away guys
pasalamat daw ako i am the one he allowed closest to him..........he never regretted taking me away from my friends, causing rifts......
Globe network suffers an outage and office operations were lopsided this afternoon. Wednesdays are supposed to be my most toxic of days and this outage will seriously affect my classes....
*sigh*
At least, I found a way to deal with it.
God help me....she laughs like a horse every night....just when the day's work is winding down and one's body can finally reclaim it's harried spirit...then she laughs...a sound between a the rusty twang of a month old tin can and a horse's neigh....
She is not amusing at all but people smile at her antics...me? I cringe...cringe...cringe....... Some even call her darling...sweetheart...
I call her...just by name...or her....
Her voice...it doesn't create chills in me...instead, it makes me boil and seethe....
All because she seems to fit the role of the office ninny....
...........can I just walk over there and staple her mouth shut?
I sing odes to you
Though you'll never hear
How my lips pine for your taste
How my body longs for your breath .
A mystery you are to me
When you wanted me
When I ran wanton and free.
But now that you caught me in your gilded cage,
What song must I sing
To make you dream of me again?
The slightest graze of your fingers
Burn me endlessly.
Your gaze strip me unbearably
My heart you had taken completely.
Now I shiver in this palace you built me
Walls of glass, my couches draped with silk.
Though the hearth burns with the bluest flames
You have yet to favor me
With a complete minute
Of you and I
Alone.
Can I bitch again?
How long should I be working? I work two to eleven pm with one hour dinner break. But I have to stay for ten more minutes for additional announcements. I am not getting paid for that and I don't see the point why I have to wait when we are online for the whole damned shift so as to minimize yelling over the cubicles for messages. But I report to the office for 'extra' AM classes (which I am indeed paid extra for but is obliged to take more AM classes from 8am to 12nn if my sched for this period is not filled up.)
Now the bigwigs want me to report to work at 1pm every monday (it wasn't stipulated in the contract that I signed) for company meetings. My sup calls it "bonding time". The OM said its just briefing. I know I just want the seat nearest the door.
