This is what happens when you slightly piss me off on my blog

This is what the fucking redneck wrote

yer such a drama queen, yknow? suing yer father is soo trying hard. next time i come upon an interesting blog name, i’ll look at the profile picture of the prson and judge them. hahaha!!!1!1

And here’s the url to it  link

And here’s the proof of the comment

Now here’s the problem you little fucking prick. How dare you judge me like you know me so well. Like you know me like the back of your hand. Just because you’ve read one blog of mine means that you know my whole entire life?! You call me a drama queen but you have no fucking idea what I’ve been through and no one knows about it ’cause I’m too ashamed to tell them what I’ve done in the past you fucking asshole. Do you even know what my father did to me and my mother? NO YOU DON’T. You obviously haven’t heard of the term “don’t judge a book by its cover” ’cause of all of your narcissistic bullshit that’s spilling out of your overgrown ego which is blocking your lost logic and reasoning, which I know you’ll never be able to get back or even develop.

You know what you are? You’re an uneducated, ignorant little pissant whose got personality issues. Yeah, you are obviously uneducated, you can’t even type a simple hate sentence right. Have you ever heard of capital letters? A sentence always begins with a capital letter, a proper noun, like a person’s name, begins with a capital letter, a proper noun, like a place, begins with a capital letter, proper nouns, which are SPECIAL names, begin with a capital letter. But obviously you wouldn’t know that ’cause you never paid attention in you class. I pity the breadwinners of your family, their hard work to pay for your education was just flushed down the toilet. In fact they should’ve just flushed it down, why waste it on you if they could use it to wipe their ass instead?

If you can’t find the conclusions to my premises and enthymemes, then you my little ignoramus, redneck, pissant, asswipe are no use of talking to. I wouldn’t dare have a logical argument with you. You obviously have nothing to prove to me. You now have the burden of proof. Your move.

PS. I was kind enough to remove your email an IP address in the picture above. Piss me off again and I’ll be giving your email to everyone, agreed? Good.

I wish my eyes were lying to me

I saw something that I did not wish to see. I had the choice of seeing it or not, but I felt I needed to see it. So I did. Then at that point in time, I wished my eyes were lying to me. I wish I could’ve unseen what was seen, but no.

Now I’m feeling really pathetic, apathetic, melancholic, empty…

Funny… ’cause a few minutes ago I felt rage and jealousy

Then as I juggle between my wordpress and my tumblr, the meme “forever alone” shows up there (tumblr). When it first came out, it was funny as hell, unfortunately, it’s different this time. It hit me hard. It hit me really, really hard.

I still can’t get what I just saw. And what makes me even more pathetic is, I have a mixtape playlist on my iTunes called “let’s emote”. From the name itself you can tell the tracks are for emoting. But it isn’t My Chemical Romance etc. etc. I’ve got excellent taste in music eg, Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley and Fake Plastic Tress acoustic by Radiohead and of course, When she loved me by Sarah MacLachlan.

Sigh

Now that I know, now that I’ve stopped speculating, I don’t know what to do. I need counselling. I need someone to talk to for once…. I’ve always been the listener to those with problems.

They say, the one way to mend a heart broken by love is by loving another. I find that extremely hard to do…

I don’t know who you are, all I know is you’re name, but I have no choice but to trust you, for that person’s sake.

It just keeps getting harder and harder

Today my mother just told me something I wished I never heard. Now I have no choice but to find a job and pay for the bills. Yes, we are in need of financial assistance and I’m the assistance. I really don’t like the idea, but I have to work, or the bills won’t be paid. If anyone knows where I can get a job, most likely in Katipunan, that would such a great great help.

My life us great isn’t it? It just keeps going downhill and it isn’t showing any signs of slowing down :) I’m beginning to hate people a lot nowadays. Like how I hate people who are happy with their lives and how I hate people who can wake up with a smile in their face and enjoy the day and people with whole, happy families that just work and understand each other! I fucking detest those kind of people.

You may call me bitter or a hater, but what the fuck do you know about my life and how I feel? You ain’t walkin’ in my shoes, are ya?

Ten Things Men Forget To Do During Sex!

Got this one from facebook as well :))

No one on earth is quite as pleased as a man who has just pleased a woman between the sheets. We love the care and attention you’ve paid to us for our own benefit, but we also love watching you bask in self-satisfaction. But as satisfied as you might be with yourself, sometimes we’re not quite as satisfied as you’d hoped: something relatively minor, but highly distracting, was a bit “off.”

Don’t be offended, darlings, but a few nips and tucks in your bedroom style might speed things along (in a good way)—leaving us more time for another go at it!

-The clitoris is right there. Yes, right there. Not over here, not down there, not off to the side. It doesn’t move. Try to stay focused and play with the clit!

-Take your socks off. Not a single thing is sexy about a man who is naked except for his socks.

-Lubricant, lubricant, lubricant. We may feel “so wet” to you from our own fluids, but we actually need to be pretty drenched with water-based lube for business time.

-Some women become very aroused by their imaginations, so a little dirty talk about what you’re going to do to us stimulates our biggest sex organ: our brain! (But avoid these 36 words that kill the moment.)

-If you’re going down on us, make sure to keep your tongue wet with spit. A dry tongue chafes down there!

-Unless we’ve expressly indicated that we like our headlights to be tweaked, do not pinch our nipples in the heat of the moment. They’re very, very sensitive!

-Sometimes a light touch is better than a strong one. And a sweet kiss with just your lips is better than a Labrador retriever-style kiss with your tongue.

-We absolutely adore when you gently, tenderly suckle on our fingers (or our toes, for men with mouths of asbestos).

-That look of concentration on your face makes it seem like you’re doing calculations in your head, not making love. Smile a little bit, why don’t you?

-Nipples should be a pit stop on the way to Vaginaville—get off the express train!

Maybe…… :) (it’s not maybe anymore)

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Maybe… just maybe… you might be my little Tinkerbell :p

looks like I was wrong. I should be feeling happy right now… but I can’t…….. I got too attached. And now it hurts… I should really stop now, before it really kills me. I seriously can’t believe I had my hopes up :| I will never expect anything anymore. period.