fight club mode.

I have a temper. It can be kept for insanely long amounts of time before I blow up like Mt. Pinatubo after a real long mounting period. Bubbling until its got my goat.

I hate being placed on hope, I absolutely hate people piling you dreams only to take them away.

Only to be found out that a higher being can actually crush your dreams into a beaten massive pulp.

I couldn't take away this taste of bitterness in my throat. I cannot help but lace acid in my words so that it comes out with just a touch of nasty than my usual bitchings.

I hate people who assume your goals and disregard you with better chances. I absolutely abhor favoritism and I believe that the term GIVE CHANCE TO OTHERS really means the OTHERS who actually deserve it.

It's fair game until somebody hands in.

I guess I was a fool to believe and trust people who think of me as a mere officemate.

And I was an even bigger fool to actually consider them as friends.

Now this little bond of trust I have diminishes slowly.

grubby little hands touching my ds...!@&^#(*$@!

naturally. my spoiled little sister (who is 10 going 2) forgotten all about her gameboy advance when she saw me come home with Amida.

At first, she wouldn't touch it or borrow it, now she is using her grubby, dirty hands on my poor Amida, since last night, first all she was playing was Mario Kart, now she's invading my directory and I saw her playing cooking mama.

I absolutely hate, I do mean HATE people poking around my stuff.

Hay....the misfortunes of getting new technology.

Oh, and if she touches my Pokemons...she is so dead.

on grapevines

Any kind of people thrive, thirst and have this insatiable desire for gossip. Take for instance. A fight shared between two people suddenly you get feedback from a person a thousand miles away. Tangina, the grapevine travels mighty fast. Greedily it was relished by a handful or so people who was conveniently riding the same transportation. Passed the information to a bunch of other people and there you go. 100% pure, juisy tsismis running amok.

right...and people think otherwise can go SCREW THEIRSELVES

insult everything but NOT my god damn music.

Tuesday, I was "forced" to pick up my mom and sister at work since the driver didn't come in. On the way to pick up my mom (we were still around the magallanes area when she saw her "friends"/co-teachers who all hitched a ride to edsa.

The Killers was currently playing that time, I hear murmurs of confusion and even amusement, the words tunog-addict (sounds wasted), Elton John, John Bon Jovi, was heard

Damn them, I said, wishing I installed eject chairs and I can just throw anybody out if they insulted what was on my car stereo, or just turn the music on higher

For someone who already is just hitching a ride, they sure got the guts to pick on what i was listening, let alone them joining us added an uncessesary 15 minutes of travel time since Edsa's Taft --> Buendia has short lanes and really far u-turn slots.

I even told my sister after they got out of the car,

Tangina, don't insult my the killers, and I won't insult their Pelita Corales.