Pissed be with you

I was tagged by Neil with 10 random things .. of just about anything.

And at the same time, I want some therapeutic blogging, a.k.a rant blog, about a certain someone you’ve probably encountered a few pages back if you’ve been here before.

And so I came up with this post:

Nganong saputon man ang ubang taw?
subtitle : Ug nganong ipagawas man sa uban?

[saputon -(usage) adjective, a person who is often in a bad mood]

GOVERNMENT WARNING : SAPOT is dangerous to your health. Take moderately.

So why are some people often in a bad mood?
And why do they take it out on others?

or why is being in a bad mood their regular mood? make sense right?

Somehow my translation sounded so serious, hehe… and I want this post to be light, cause in cases like this, humor is the best medicine. Humor me Idaan mo na lang sa tawa.

1. People often get into a bad mood when they have nothing else to do. In short boredom leads people to Pissed-dom. They see the rest of the world engaged into something that occupies their mind, interest and time. And when they see themselves having nothing to “enjoy” with after punching out for work, they have this inner voice to punch somebody black and blue.

2. People often get into a bad mood when the world is happy and they are not. So when you see me on my gTalk and YM with this status “Happy shalalala”, somebody is ULTRA pissed with that. Har har har.

3. People often get into a bad mood when things don’t go their way. There is no “we agree to disagree” agreement between you and them. It’s either you agree with them or endure their wrath. Nyahahahaha **insert evil laugh**.

4. People often get into a bad mood when they don’t have a love life. I am not saying that when you are single you are prone to this.. nope nope nope siree. Having someone in your life isn’t a requirement to credit good mood (duh!), it’s what one calls a natural disposition. But just from observation, I can say that the statistics are high for those who don’t have a significant other in their lives. Think about it? Hehehe agree?

Reminds me of my old-maid aunt who is always in a foul mood, that my parents usually threatens to let me spend the weekend at her place whenever i misbehave.

5. People often get into a bad mood when they lack sleep. (and food). AND this is UNDERSTANDABLE.

6. People often get into a bad mood when they realized you are not under their beck and call. You don’t jump when they tell you to jump. You don’t just roll over when they ask you to. Instead you wiggle your cute butt and strut your stuff. You choose your masters, and they don’t like it.

7. People often get into a bad mood when they want to go somewhere and travel but can’t, because there’s nobody to go there with. Not because they don’t know anyone, but because no one would want to go with them. And nobody wants to go with them because they are usually in a bad mood and that is just a sour travel companion. And they are in a bad mood because… oh well.

8. People often get into a bad mood when you tell them there might be a slight bit of a chance that they are wrong. They are so perfect that there’s no way in heaven and hell that they’ll slipped.

9. People often get into a bad mood when they’ve been to where you are right now and ,mind you, they don’t lend a hand to help you out when you were still finding your way through. And yet you made it still with much poise and grace and a mischievous smile at that. And that irks them up to no end.

10. People often get into a bad mood when they look at themselves in the mirror and realized nothing pretty much excites them.

We all get into a bad mood once in awhile. I can be really bad when I’m in a really bad mood. Or I’ll just sulk in a corner, or watch a movie, or clean the house , or do the laundry, just till it wears off.

What makes it wrong is when you take it out on other people. People who want to enjoy their day, who wake up right regardless of what side of the bed they wake up to, who greets people with a smile and has a sway in their walk feeling like they’re Carrie Bradshaw sashaying down NYC.

And it’s just a crime to put a glitch on their day just because perhaps you don’t like the person staring back at you in the mirror this morning. That is just bad. So bad. Just buy another mirror. Pissed Peace be with you.

Cat’s Eyes

He scares me.

That’s what I initially thought when I saw him standing there in the corner of the train. Wearing a long sleeved black turtle neck, with black boots and black leather bands on his wrists. His eyes were lined with black liners and his pale white skin seemed more ghastly with the strictly black ensemble he has on.

His hands, with fingernails painted black, held his iPod and he was listening to some music that I’m guessing sounds equally eerie as the image he is trying to project.

But what really scared me was when I saw his eyes. They were all black, deep black, except for the teardrop shaped bright blood-red slits in the middle. They reminded me of cat’s eyes in the dark.

He was standing across from where I was seated in the now silent train, filled with people also lost in their own mum world. I found myself stealing glances at him looking at the blurry paintings outside that the metro leaves in it’s wake.

And the next thing I know, he was staring straight at me. I was staring straight into those black piercing eyes that mirrors nothing. It was said that the eyes are the window to the soul. But holding his stare, I couldn’t help but feel that the other end only holds a deep abyss. I felt sadness.

He alighted first. And my eyes followed him, and his followed mine as the train went on to continue it’s journey minus the stranger with the piercing black eyes.

Cherish

” … can I say it a million times more?”

“Yes, please do.”

MyABC – Awe

my small project here in my nook. Check out My ABCs in my sidebar.

My first entry for this project would be something for someone whom i hold dear in my heart.

I am in Awe of His greatness.

I am in AWE of how He paints lives with a single stroke

I am in AWE of how He speaks into lives without putting too much words

I am in AWE of how He creates wonders upon wonders

I am in AWE of how HE love…

I am in AWE of how He fills my life with small things which are actually big things… and that makes my heart stout and open.

and I am in AWE of how HE makes my small heart , LOVE big.

I am AWEd.

Reverence

in Reverence to The Almighty

if life can be explained
by the whisp of your hair
and by the grace of your
beauty
then life has never been
perfectly canvassed
and never more
captured
i bow down in reverence
to the sweetness
that is you
and i surrender
with wild abandon
to the passion
of whom
you are the
maker

create in me a pure heart
and a stout being
and my soul shall
ever stand open-mouthed
amidst your awesome
universe

in reverence,
i pen.

~ windchimes

5 april 2007

[photo@Pasir Ris Park, May 2008]

Two Sides

She’s Lovin It. Im Lovin it.

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My Sister is here to pay me a visit. I couldn’t even begin to describe how happy I am with this. Though I’m not so sure if my wallet would agree. Hehehe. After her finals with her summer class at school, she packed her bags and paid her ate a visit. She’s 17 , and this is her last getaway before she kiss her being a minor goodbye.

The other day while we were out at Plaza Singapura ogling at some kikay earrings, we decided to grab a bite. We were already one floor down when the sales girl from the earrings store tapped us from behind and said that I left the other pair of my earrings in their store while I was trying some of their pieces. My sister was dumbstruck with this, she couldn’t believe that for one piece of very cheap earrings which I left behind, the girl would go through all that trouble chasing us to give it back. She said, she liked it here cause people are kind.

That same day, while we were on our way home, the bus was already full so we have to stand. Which is no trouble at all since our place is just three short stops away from the Train station. My sister was holding on to the railing and her arm grazed that of an old woman. The old woman shooed her away as if touched by someone with a contagious disease. My sister was speechless with how discriminating the old woman was.

I told her that there is no perfect culture. There are always two sides of everything. But that doesn’t mean that everything is ugly just because you’ve encountered a few vileness along the way. Treasure the good ones, but keep watch of the bad.

When H met S

It’s almost 2 am, and I just finished watching one of my favorite 1989 movie classic. It still gets to me everytime I watch it. Yeah, that’s me, sucker for good romance. Aren’t we all?

Harry : I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.

Sally : What?

Harry : I love you.

Sally : How do you expect me to respond to this?

Harry : How about, you love me too.

Sally : How about, I’m leaving.

Harry : How about … I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out.

I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich.

I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts.

I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes.

And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.

And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve.

I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody,

you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

~ from When Harry Met Sally

i Love to…But

I LOVE TO …

• Travel … but I don’t like being stuck with impossible travel buddies. The company you keep can sometimes make or break the deal.

• Hug and be Hugged… no buts

• Steal Kisses… no buts

• Hold Hands… no buts

• Music … no buts

• Meet new friends … but not when I meet and have to deal with rude characters along the way

• Cook … but I am just learning how to, and I really would love to know more.

• Curl up in bed and watch a good flick … but not how time goes by so fast and you feel like you’ve done nothing whole day.

• Collect a lot of things … but not when they start to clutter and occupy much needed space. This goes for memories as well.

• Create and Be Creative … no buts

• Dance … but not when I know someone’s watching

• Hang out with friends and Pick each other’s brain … but not how time seems to never be enough

• Learn new things, especially from people I Look up to … but not when they start to be a know-it-all

• Learn from the mistakes that I did … but not when I’m always being reminded of it by some people.

• Swim… but I don’t know how

• Play Cupid… but not when one hurts the other

• Chicharon bulaklak, they have so much fat BUT they they taste so good hehe

but the reason why I’m really writing this is…

**I LOVE TO WRITE (and Blog)… BUT I HATE it when I START to see my posts being PARAPHRASED by someone else. And even see other people’s Posts COPIED by HER. People who are in my blogroll together with her! My goodness!

Three word advise: Acknowledge, Acknowledge, Acknowledge. Bisan acknowledgement man lang…. tsk tsk.

Beyond Self – A call for prayer

If you are reading this, please offer a prayer to the earthquake Victims in China.

A 7.9 Magnitude quake claimed lives last Monday, May12, 2008.

Where the death count is rising to near 15,000 as of today.

photo from www.reuters.com

One school collapsed burying 900 students. Only 60 were rescued so far.

(Photo above from http://www.winnipegsun.com.)

The above photo is what remains of a hospital after an earthquake hit Dujiangyan province of China.

One province whose population is 10,000, lost more than 7,000 of it’s residents.

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And also pray for the 1.5 million to 1.9 million victims, struggling to survive, after Cyclone Nargis hits Myanmar.

More than 100,000 have gone dead or missing.

(photo from www.reuters.com) The Military Junta which rules the country is denying the entry of foreign aid. One needs to apply for a visa to be able to help the survivors of the cyclone.

The World is begging to the Myanmar Government to let them help.

At least 40% of Myanmar Dead are children.

Moi Natal Day – late post

HomeSick

Whew! … it’s been a week since I’ve last posted something here, and I’m so sorry to leave you guys hanging like that with my last entry. I was laughing so hard with your intriguing questions and even text messages as to what happened.

First off, there was no proposal **grunt** LOL. And J wasn’t here, though it almost seemed like he was here with a little help from our dear friends.

It was a birthday away from home, and I couldn’t help but feel a huge dose of homesickness.

I miss my family, I miss the friends I have at Cebu, I miss J. Special occasions makes being away really hard. Had an Emo moment the night before during my quiet time.

I like how some things never change, like the barrage of SMS that floods your handheld when the clock strikes 12. And because of this thing we call the internet, add to that the chat messages and online calls.(shout out to kathy and misil!). I’m touched that you guys slept late to greet me at midnight. Thanks so much.

This only made me miss home all the more. Not the celebration, but the people I’ve surrounded myself with. Dinner with friends or staying home with the family is more than enough for me.

Basket full of Love

It was a usual Tuesday at work, including the very kulit okoys sa office singing “sana malasing mo kami” (“hope you get us drunk”) tsk tsk.

I was trying to occupy every space of my mind with work, so I would forget what date it was. A little after 10 in the morning, reception called me up and told me that there was delivery for me.

And there it was, a basketful of flowers! Three dozen roses! A dozen of reds, a dozen of whites and a dozen more blush pink ones. And it wasn’t a bouquet, but a basket full of blooms.

I searched for the card, and saw his name.
Gracias mi amor.

Out of Reach

Now everyone knows it’s my birthday, it’s their first guess after seeing the flowers occupying almost 1/4 of my desk. LOL.

I’ve asked some close friends to go out and have dinner on Friday. Friday so we could have guilt-free night out, with no work the following day.

But mid-day i changed my mind, and I sure don’t want to eat alone on my birthday. So I asked some dear friends if they could join me. But unfortunately they’re all busy. And this I don’t find hard to believe because I know how late they usually go home from work. Another friend can not be reached, another one is going home, while another was on a medical leave.

I was doing my best parayg mode to Nancy to join me for dinner. She said she’s on leave and her stomach begs her to be at the nearest comfort room always. LOL. When she mentioned that she’s out looking for a clinic to get a medical certificate, I told her I’ll meet her then and have dinner together.

She was asking if we could move it to the next day. But after I said I felt really homesick and this could be her birthday gift to me, she conceded and we agreed to meet.

We decided to have dinner at a Thai place where we enjoyed some great food. And then the manager gave me a bottle of Red Wine as complimentary birthday gift (she asked if it was my birthday when she saw the flowers).

So now I have a basketful of flowers in one hand, and a bottle of Wine on the other. Hahaha. This calls for a taxi.

Nancy have to leave before 10 cause she’s dropping by one of her friend’s house (if I didn’t know any better I’d feel like she was shooing me away), and I have to get home cause J’s shift starts at 10 and it’s our chat time.

Supplaaays!

It was already around 10 when I got home, when I turned on the lights in the living room there was this big “Happy Birthday” party decor hanged on the wall, a cake , balloons , box and food and drinks on the table.

I took it all in one glance, and for a moment I waited for the “Happy Birthday” shout to come out. But there was none. Are surprises supposed to be like that? Unsa man mao na ni ang surprise? Pasabta kuno ko beh… Nyahahaha…

After a moment of recovery from what was presented before me (just a few seconds of recovery actually), out came the supposed to be “out of reach” people singing happy birthday. LOL.

Urrrrrrgh! They got me!

That’s when they told me that Nancy was in on it. That’s why she made that flimsy excuse of having an LBM just so she can’t meet me. That all day long while I was chatting with Rachel, Neil and Patty were ogling behind her back making sure I have the impression that they’re out saving the world that’s why they’re busy that night.

And oh, they were there around 7 pm, waiting for me to get home. Muntik na silang ma-indyan ng isusurprise sana. Hahaha. No wonder Marky was already very hungry. Neil even called my sister back at Cebu, to call me and ask me to go home ASAP so we could chat online. Just to get me to come home.

And J, oh J, I almost thought he forgot my birthday. The night before it was already passed twelve and still he didn’t greet me. So I asked him if he knows what date it was. And then he greeted me, saying he didn’t forget at all. I didn’t know then that he was conspiring with our friends here for the surprise, the flowers and his gift.

Hahahaha… yeah joker kaau ko. *cover face*

(I don’t know if he’s aware of how much he spend, was tempted to sell the flowers and give him back the money.. .JOke! hahaha.)

There was food, drinks, and good friends to spend one day in a person’s life when it was said that he or she is to feel most special. The Red Wine also came in handy, just in time for the celebration.

I felt loved. And more than anything, that is why I was happy happy, joy joy.

p.s:
And there was another surprise the following day. My boss bought me a cake , which we shared with some friends at work. Imagine my surprise, when I bought some cake from home to share with them, only to receive a cake my boss bought for me. Hahaha. Laugh trip baybeh!

This would be one of my favorite surprise ever, the list just keeps on growing. (Oh the stories I’d tell when I grow old… ) I had a piece of home. My favorite away from home birthday.

And to him who is away (yet near in a lot of ways) : you did it again. And this time with more angels to help you.

This was my birthday two years back when he was still just a friend.

happy happy, joy joy

it’s 1 am already… i want to write about it as soon as I’ve locked the door. But I want to tell it as unhurriedly as I can… so I’ll write more later….

I am so Happy!

HAPPY Birthday to me , happy jud!

Thanks so much PaKing !