I Was Doing Well Until You Came Along

Remember the girl I had a dream about, the one with the cherry blossoms and stuff? I kinda have this problem with her. Ever since that dream, my mind has been filling up with her likeness, and I honestly can’t stop thinking about her. For a while it seemed that I finally found THE person. I was a bit happy whenever I thought about it. Then, it just got out of hand.

It (not she, because she didn’t directly cause this) was beginning to negatively affect my performance at uni. I had a long ass time to think on how I was going to deal with this. It was difficult since she doesn’t know how I think about her, nor does she know that she’s causing all these internal aggravations. One night, I texted this to her (parentheses notes are not included in the text):

I need you to stay away from me for a while. I’ve started doing this (the staying away part) all ready. You’re literally on my mind 24/7, and I seriously cannot handle it. It’s all ready beginning to negatively affect me in my academics and my workload in the BSG (batch student government) doesn’t help either. It obviously isn’t your fault since you did nothing, ‘though that is the pleasant irony of it all. I’m not sure if I do want to tell you the specific reason as to why I’m doing this. If you really wanna know, I can give you two options: a) buy load (since she never has any credits in her phone) and ask me, “Why?” In which I would gladly reply, or b) ask (insert name here), he probably still remembers what I told him. Continue reading “I Was Doing Well Until You Came Along”

My Reaction to Non-Smokers/Drinkers, Virgins, Law Abiders and Scholars on Facebook

There are some pretty boring things that happen on Facebook, some of them worth ignoring, some of them extremely annoying (like the pillow fight thing) and some of them are just plain stupid. As a lover of knowledge, logic and philosophy (redundant, I know), I got pissed when I read a certain ‘status update’. If you haven’t read it, it goes:

I’ve never had sex. Never smoked. Never got drunk. Never been arrested. Never snuck out or ever skipped class. Copy and paste this as your status, who ever likes it, thinks you’re lying.

To my disgust I replied Continue reading “My Reaction to Non-Smokers/Drinkers, Virgins, Law Abiders and Scholars on Facebook”

Your Views on Mainstream Music (30 Day Challenge, day 6)

I could not wait for this day HAHAHA! I just have so much to say! But first, an educational musical video to introduce how I feel about mainstream music :D I suggest you wear earphones, there is a lot of profanity, you have been fairly warned :D

Justin Bieber vs. Beethoven

Continue reading “Your Views on Mainstream Music (30 Day Challenge, day 6)”

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.

My last day in this house

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2 months, 3 weeks and a couple of days ago, the owner of the house that we’re living in now said that we have 3 months left to live in this house. 3 months. Wait… Have I blogged about this already? Anyway…

Fast forward to today, October 31, 2010. The last day

Moving to a smaller, worse house is not what I had in mind. In fact it’s what my father had in mind. He planned all this. He didn’t care that the house that my mother and I would live in such a house. He didn’t care that my mother and I already found the “perfect” house, just for the two of us. All he cares about is saving his own tail. He doesn’t want to break the law, so as long as we’re physically comfortable with a roof over our heads, it’s fine for him. He doesn’t care about our emotional, mental state. He said it so himself when I asked “You don’t want us to be mentally and emotionally stable? You just want us to be ‘physically comfortable’?” “I want you to be physically comfortable”. That’s what he said alright… he doesn’t care about our thoughts or how we feel about this. He always wants it his way. How fucking dare he. After he left, leaving us in such a state of shock and distress, he still dares to be the “man” of the family? BULLSHIT.

Anyway….

I think half of the stuff, or more than half of it is already in the other house… I’m seriously gonna miss this house. To my parents this was just a house. For me, this is my home. Imagine waking up in the morning, your mother telling you that you’re being evicted from your home… it’s unimaginable… We’ve transferred (houses) a lot in the past, but we never stayed at a house for that long. I’ve lived in this home for more than a decade. Surely enough, I’ve developed a sort of emotional attachment to it. I really love it here. I’m gonna miss it….

I’m not letting my father get away with his conniving agendas. I told my mother to consult with my professor. I told her that we could get everything, and I mean everything since my Prof. in POLSCI presented a case that he once did in class. I know some stuff about my father that my mother doesn’t know and I’m pretty sure she knows some stuff that I don’t know.

If my mother won’t bring this case to court, I will. I’ll charge my father. It sounds hard to do, I’m pretty sure it’s a hundred times harder to actually do. But I will do it.

Not only is this moving/house owning/father problem a big problem, it’s also affecting my studying (and papers) FOR MY MIDTERMS. How can I study when all of this shit is happening around me, to me??  I can’t even think straight when my father is around, I swear I feel like punching his annoying face, but no, the bastard’s not even worth caring for. Heck he doesn’t care about what we think or what we feel!

I swear, ever since the break up, my life has been spiraling down. I try to make my life better, but unsuspecting, unfair events just keep getting in the way. WHAT’S SO WRONG ABOUT A MAN TRYING TO MAKE HIS LIFE BETTER FOR HIM AND HIS MOTHER! I swear, if there was a ‘God‘ he could’ve AT LEAST given me a heads up about it.

Wish me luck on this, ’cause I seriously need it. Or you could give me 3.7 million pesos, then our house problem would be solved.

I will forever hate my father for this.

I really will.