Posted by
eye_spy
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annoyed
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bored
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sick
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silly
| Posted on
6:57 AM
Why is that some people deny their age and pretend that they are this young. Not that they look old or that they are old but they just want to let you believe that they're stuck with that age. For instance, this person sitting next to me is already 25 but she pretends that she is still 23 and she makes a big deal out of it that she talks about it almost everyday. I guess that's one of life's ironies, everyone wants to live long but no one wants to get old. But the thing is, if you are aging gracefully I think that's one thing you should be proud of. Not everyone lived their lives happily and not everyone gets the chance to live that long you know.
And what's with others pretending to be someone they're not just to earn a reputation. A false reputation that no one believes and yet they continue to live in their own version of La La Land. Sad really that they have nothing else to show off but the fancy things they have. Maybe I'm just annoyed at myself because for some reason I just don't have the guts to tell them to get lost or to choke on their spit.
As to why I'm ranting again, I don't know. Maybe I'm just bored or that I'm worn out. Or maybe I'm just tired of the crap that those people tell me. It's either they're too dense to see that I'm not interested with what they're saying or it's about time that I tell them on their face to just shut up.
Posted by
eye_spy
| Posted on
9:09 AM
"Despite being an annoyance, do believe that there is someone out there who will love the monster in you and would just hug you when you are about to mutate."
I don't have any idea who said that but will my "someone" please show up now? Like really right NOW?! I just saw two PLUs at McDonalds sharing a serving of fries and so as not to be obvious, they were holding hands under the table. Blah! The green eyed monster sprang to life that instant. Quick, give me a hug!!
Posted by
eye_spy
| Posted in
friends
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ready to kill
| Posted on
10:16 AM
My phone rang and I sleepily answered it. I checked the time and it's 9AM!! On the screen was an unregistered number. Who the eff is this? I groggily answered the call and on the other line was the voice of a woman who's name I can no longer remember.
Me: Hello?
Lady: Hi! I'm actually calling from Citibank to do background check for Miss X. Do you know her? We have your name here as one of her references.
Me [sounding annoyed]: Yes. She's a friend. What's this? A credit card application?
She asked a series of questions which I grumpily answered as she just woke me from my kinky dream. One thing that I noticed was she's using three languages while on the phone with me. She switches from English to Filipino to Bisaya.Now I'm getting suspicious. I'm a skeptic. Then another funny thing happened, the sound of a child crying came into the background.
That was the time I asked her if she's really calling from CitiBank. She opted to ignore my question.
Lady: Is Miss X living with someone right now?
Me: Is that relevant to her application? If it is, then that should be in the form that she completed right?
Lady: OK. So do you know someone could be another reference for Miss X?
Me: What? That should be in the form she filled out!
Lady: Right, sorry. May I ask for her contact number please?
Me [really annoyed]: Listen lady, what's with the questions? She hasn't changed her number you know. If you're really calling from CitiBank and she filled out a form, everything should be there. How did you get my number in the first place? Now if you don't have any other silly questions, I'm going back to sleep.
Lady: Sorry to bother you sir and thanks for the time.
I asked Miss X about it and she was completely clueless. She didn't apply for any credit cards and she'll never will. I still have the number of the caller so I gave it to her. Had her iron out things.
Sorry lady, you got the wrong timing to call me. Had it been that you dialed at the right time, I could have been more accommodating and probably might tell you something about Miss X --- or not!
Posted by
eye_spy
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alone
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on being mean
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silly
| Posted on
6:29 AM
It's never nice to laugh at the downfall of others but sometimes there are instances when you just can't help but smile to prevent yourself from rolling on the floor while laughing your heart out.
Earlier today instead of going to sleep by the time I got home, I decided to just go to National Bookstore at Mango Avenue. I was so pissed off that I need to go out, instead of locking myself in my room. I need to think, I have to breathe. Looking at the arrays of books with their haughty price tags helped a lot.
Since I'm on a tight budget I just satisfied myself with looking at those pricey books but eventually I gave in and grabbed another copy of "How To Kill A Mocking Bird" before I stepped out of the bookshop.
Then I saw the person who made my day. Wearing a shirt with a Superman logo emblazoned in front. Not really the very good looking type but he is screaming with sex. He has a body of a Greek god and I happen to know that he is a PLU because I've seen him once at Doce partying like there's no tomorrow.
So I followed him with my eyes while he and his friend crossed the street carrying a bag of food from Jollibee. They look so happy together, laughing while traversing the pedestrian lane. Halfway through the street, the lights turned green and traffic started moving. Between the pavement and the pedestrian lane is mud and there is a need for them to hop over it to get to the safe side.
Unfortunately, Lady Luck didn't smile at him. They, beating the red light and the sight of mud on the street spelt disaster. Like a movie played in slow motion his right foot missed the pavement, he slipped and spaghetti went flying out of the bag. His partner started laughing so hard and I stopped on my track and just completely looked at them.
The funny thing was his right slipper got stuck on the mud that he has to yank it out of the puddle. He started limping like he just stepped on a pile of shit while carrying his dirt covered flip flop. That was unfortunate really but you gave me a good laugh that I was still laughing while I was inside the jeepney on my home. The lady in front of me eyed me queerly but I didn't care. That made me feel a bit better. Not nice really but what can I do? I'm no superhuman!
