Ugly Bitch

Kristine is being a total bitch. An ugly one though. Our team leads tried to resolve the issue between us and I honestly thought it was over after a long talk. Well, it isn’t. The lovely Kristine Chico doesn’t seem to want to put the triviality to a close. For a refresher, here she is:

Don’t you think she looks a little fishy? I mean, literally. I think she looks like a flounder or something. Anyway, what happened was, we talked: me, Kristine, Beferlyn, Jasmine, and two supervisors or TLs. The conversation was something like this:

TL1: Oh, ayan. Sabihin niyo kay Kat yung mga sinabi ninyo kanina.

Kristine: Yun nga.

TL1: Ano nga?

Kristine: Yun nga po. Sinadya talaga namin siyang inisin. Kasi iniirap-irapan niya kami. Mas gusto pa namin kung sinigawan na lang niya kami.

TL1: Oh, Kat, iniirapan mo daw sila.

Kat: Eh kasi naman TL, hindi ako yung tao na naninigaw. Wala akong magagawa kung feeling nila iniirapan ko sila dahil natural na lang sakin yun.

TL1: Oo nga. Ganyan talaga yang si Kat. Lalo na pag bagong gising mukha talaga yang bruha.

TL2: Ako nga din eh. Di ba nakita niyo naman kung paano ko siya inapproach nung una? Feeling ko kasi tatarayan niya ako.

Kat: Wala na kong magagawa, ganto na talaga mukha ko.

That’s just a part of it. A very small part of the entire conversation but that’s what I remember most. So the ugly girls have a problem with me making faces and glaring at them. I didn’t do it for no reason though. And it’s so fucking trivial. Parang away bata. Tang ina magtatalog na nga ako.

Parang gago lang yang Kristine na yan eh. Sabi niya hindi ko daw siya feel. Talagang pinipilit magopen ng issue after issue after issue. Sabay idadamay pa si Jas na wala namang kinalaman sa away namen. Pagkatapos naming magusap akala ko ok na. Hindi pa pala? Pagkababa pala namin galing sa 6th floor, pinagalitan nila ni kagandahang Beferlyn si Jas. Porke nilaglag daw niya sila. Tapos pinagkakalat pa nila through text yung nangyari. Ano kaya ang masayang gawin sa dalawang yun? Kaibigan ba yun? Sinisiraan yung kaibigan? Leche. Iniissue pa na close na daw kami ni Jas. Eh wala namang nagbago sa relationship namin dahil mula nang maging teammates kami eh ganun na kami. Kasalanan ba ni Jas na naging tao siya at hindi tulad nilang mga hayop?

Rumor has it one of Kristine’s hobbies is making lait of people. I don’t think she has the right to. She is ugly. She has a bad taste in clothing. And she sounds like a fucking vagina.

Kung naging kamukha ko yung dalawang yun hindi na ko lalabas ng bahay. I’d rather die than live with such weird looking faces. Atittudera, ampapanget naman. Oh god.

Can’t Help It

I <3 him 

I am Full of Hate

I don’t know why I can’t say fuck off to people no matter how much I want to. I think I’m being too nice to the point that sometimes I already am aggravated. Probably it’s because I don’t want to make a scene in public places but it’s becoming more and more unbearable with time.

I hate this country. I hate the government. I hate the people. But where am I to go? The people who mean most to me are here: my family, my friends.

Growing old sucks. I’m only twenty and I already feel old. I am currently at a point where the life I lead is almost monotonous, almost pointless.

I need someone to give me purpose. I need someone to drain this hate out of me.

PS. This is not an angst-ridden ad for a new boyfriend. I don’t fucking need one.

Ugly Girls

This, I think, is the first time I’m comparing myself with another person on this blog. Oh wait, it’s persons. There are two of them. Two of the ugliest bitches I have ever known in my entire existence. I’m actually thankful for having met them both, since they proved two things to me: one, that Darwin was right about his theory of evolution; two, that aliens really do exist and could even live on earth.

Here is a picture of them: 

Lovely, aren’t they? Makes me want to puke. The one on the left is named Kristine. The one on the right is Beferlyn. What lovely names for such lovely creatures from the planet of the apes. Kristine the goddess of everything whore-ific called me a pig behind my back, which doesn’t really matter that much, given the fact that I myself can call myself a pig and am really really fat now. But this Kristine, we’re not close. Alright, so I call her some mean names behind her back too, so we can call it quits. But do I really look like a pig? And doesn’t she look like a Betty la Fea? LOL! Honestly, I wouldn’t be friends with someone this ugly now would I? HELL NO! I don’t speak ape, dood! How the heck am I supposed to communicate with them!? IAM SNORT WEED BUT I ARE NOT SPOKEN APE!

Kidding aside, I abso-fucking-lutely hate them. The bitches.

What happened was, these two monkeys I met at work are friends with one of my team mates.  Our team’s stats, unfortunately, suck horseshit so my boss made a rule that forbids other people from making tambay at our posts but these two are just too stubborn. Or perhaps, as Jaja put it, they are "functionally illiterate or just completely lacking reading comprehension" as there is a sort of poster that says BAWAL ANG BISITA SA PVC 11. Just this morning I put up that reminder for them not to come to our bay and make chika with their friend. I was apparently upset and kept cursing not only under my breath but even out loud whenever they come around since it’s not the first or second or third or fourth or fifth time that we’re trying to implement this so-called rule. The toothpick bodied Beferlyn who probably looks like the yaya who scared you to madness in your childhood tore the poster off the board it was taped onto while I was busy typing in some stuff into my Team Lead’s computer. Thinking she was sneaky enough for me not to notice, she walked away with her bestfriend Kristine who claims to be one of the most attractive people in the world, with the crumpled piece of bond paper in her hands, an ugly donkey-ish grin on her face.

I don’t know what to do, really. I’m blogging about it because I know I wouldn’t be able to sleep with these thoughts in mind. I might die having a nightmare of these ugly whores. The reason I hate them is not just because they’re kupal (had you known me in person you’d know how much I like using this as a curse) but because they are oh-so-full of themselves. They act like they are sooooo attractive, soooooo sexy, soooooo fashionable, soooooooo smart, sooooooo perfect. HONESTLY.

Pictures that prove this:

Inday and the modern day apron

OH, THE HORROR!!!

The other girl is Jas, which I don’t hate. I don’t really know why she’s friends with these… THs.

They are make up experts, dood.

OMFG!!! KILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HORSE PORN!!!!#&*@!!! 

Where is my kalesa? 

Alright, enough. They have taken too much space on my blog. I was pretty nice to them before, you know, just as I am with everybody else (Believe me, I AM NICE. Fine, don’t.). I think people like them do not have the right to be bitchy around people who look better than them.  Oh yes. My feet look better than them. Ugh.

Oh, by the way, here is a gramatically incorrect description of the self by Kristine that I got off her friendster account:

always getting the first impression of being maldita and suplada..maybe because i dont mingle to people whom i dont want but when u get to know me it’s totally opposite,i love being in long relationships but i dont believe in marriage but i love my partner right now it’s just that marriage is my last priority, i am a person who doesnt know the word "contented" i always aim high, my motto " what kristine want, kristine must get"…
i valued time so much im a person who doesnt want to waste any single minute to a nonsense thing, i like to give a good fight for what I want, i dont give up easily especially if im in the right track, not one to mess with(otherwise ur life will be miserable hehehe..)..
im a caring and sweet person and very demanding especially in a relationship, i hate people who doesnt know how to appreciate my effort, just get out of my life if ur taking me for granted.. i dont want to waste my time pleasing everybody there is more important thing to do..
i am a good person with a big heart..
good personality..
..and one of the most attractive people on earth..

 LOVELY!!!

I hope this post won’t bring you nightmares. 

On Why I Honestly Hate Being Branded Emo

Do I look like a box of cereal or a bar of soap? No? Then why am I being branded?

 I used to listen to emo, but I was not part of the scene. I was never a scene kid. I just happened to be a girl with a long side swept fringe who listened to emo and loved emo boys because they kiss. And during that same time that I was hooked onto emotive hardcore, I was also actively listening to Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Dresden Dolls, The White Stripes, Jack Off Jill, The Subways, and Test Icicles. So if you know how they sound like, you wouldn’t call me emo.

I don’t really find much sense in this entry, only I want people to stop labeling me emo. Because I’m not. I actually am already sick of listening to the music itself because it’s retarded. The scene is just as retarded. I, on the other hand, am not retarded, so I wouldn’t want to be asociated with anything that is.

I used emo only as a term or should I call it an expression? For instance, when a friend makes sent, we say, Ang emo mo! But that’s all there ever was to it.

Anyway, I’m ending this now.  Jaja let me read a news article about a thirteen year old emo girl who killed herself just recently. It’s sick and stupid. Hindi ko alam kung matatawa ako o maaawa.