Wednesday, October 29 @ 1:13 PM
Happy Day
So let's see. I was doing what a normal person would do during days-off (You know, school's out). Then all of a sudden a certain hateable killable person entered my mind. And poof! It became Koko Krunch.
HATE. HATE. HATE.
Hatred is self-punishment...Ano man, anggot man palan.
The moment I read that in Angela's fs, this dormant anger in me just raged. A million hateable things came into my mind...
- Let's call her trap. This taga-bulod girl always makes people (especially Rani and I) boil in anger everytime her mouth opens and talks about ugly people, hateable people, imperfect people, and just about all the faults and flaws of everything and everyone. In short, she thinks she's the most and only perfect being in the multiverse. She talks about others as if they are the most unfashionable, poorest, displeasing scums. AND she's gone overboard in hiding her bukid roots (by being so pa-coño), that she looks exactly like what she's trying to hide. No, not a bukid root, though that suits her well, and definitely not a Maria Clara type but the muchachang taga-bulod. Not finished yet, she's also a well-practiced backstabber. She's got this trophy best friend. Displaying him everywhere, telling all people they're best friends. But when he's not around, she's telling everybody how imperfect and everything her "bf" is. One last. When people compliment other people, she's always equipped with a negative remark.
- Let's call her rich kid. A self-proclaimed rich kid. She always has to have the most expensive things. I still don't know whether she was full of doubt or full of insecurity when she asked me this "Fake yan tsinelas mo?" referring to my lippers which were a different brand from hers . . . That was weeks ago. She was busy telling people how her flip-flops are worth more than their lives. I was enraged but I kind of wanted to laugh; Rani was on the verge of shouting "Whatever! Maski anong sabihon mo, mas mahal man giraray tong tsinelas ni ____! Ipakakan ko man lugod yan saimo!" Right now, I want to scream just the same thing.
- Let's call him manyak. The name tells everything I hate about him. Or I can call him know-it-all. He thinks he knows it all and makes sawsaw with study sessions. He asks about a certain topic and then he contradicts my answers as if I've just spoken the wrongest baddest things, and with a matching contorted face at that. Though you'd find it hard to tell the difference between his normal & contorted face. Tee-hee!
- Call her freetime. She's the leader of thegroup and she distributed the tasks. [[Here it is: All tasks -->> anyone except her.]] She assigned this certain task which is to be done at Place P to Girl A who's from Place N. Girl A objects because she's done so much already and it's impractical for her to travel pa. Freetime asked Girl A "Tano kaya habo mong gibohon?!" as if it is so much Girl A's fault. I told freetime that she herself should do it because she's from Place P naman. Aaannd, surpurayyyss! She got infuriated with Girl A (and me I think). It's not like she has plenty to do when she already passed on to other people HER tasks. Haynaku. Mga boixeet talaga.
Labels: bikolnon, english, rage, total rantdom
Sunday, October 5 @ 7:19 PM
NEW POST
Sometimes I get the feeling that you just want others to know what going on inside me, no matter how insignificant. Sometimes I just want to write down (fine, type) just about everything that happened to me during the day, but I can't put it to words. Sometimes I just want to blog for the sake of putting something in it, then I don't know what to say. And sometimes I just get so unlucky that as much as I want to blog, there's nothing I can think of putting in here.
And daaaaamn. Today's one of those days.
In Bicol: mayo ako sa mood.
Labels: english, total rantdom