The Fraud and Prejudice

be careful with what you're looking for, because beauty isn't
everything

Looking at someone of the same sex, examining her perfect bods, makes her almost perfect. She has the long strands of almond brown hair, slender curves on her waist, her height is just enough to be shorter than her boyfriend, her smiles are sweet, fair skin, and she dresses appropriately. Albeit her almost outstanding looks, I didn't bother to describe her eyes.

I can't say she has beautiful pair of eyes nor has the ugly ones. It's typical: no sparkling effects, no clarity, it's vague and no sincerity. Yes, you can read one's sincerity through their eyes. Hers, none.

Well, she's just one of the deceitful fraud in town. No, she's not involved in any scheme like those criminals used to. She is a criminal in other definition- my definition. It means someone who is trying to be perfect when she's not; pretending to be the best when there's always above her; being so omniscient when she doesn't even know who is Paris Hilton (ged!-.-); insensitive and tends to believe she's watching the TV--alone!; grabs any kind of remote control and say she's the queen of all remote controls (DAMN HER, I say, hehe); invades and reads other's text messages in Inbox and Sent Items, wants all decisions should be coming from her, someone who is so selfish and closed-minded... AND SHE IS SOMEONE I HATE! She is my brand of criminal.

i don't want to be a nasty prejudice (and this post doesn't make me any nastier at all). I'm sorry but just became one. Let's take for example, her smiles are sweet but when you taste it-- damn, it's more bitter than bittersweet. She tends to be friendly only to catch her savoring her time reading all the I LOVE YOU's and I MISS YOU's you and boyfriend sent to each other. She asks for your opinion only to be disapproved by her ridiculous ideas. She said she's hungry, but when you offer your food, she's as grumpy as a leprechaun. She's been volunteering to do the rest of the work only to hear her complains about what she has done by tomorrow (girl, thanks for the good deed but we can help you anyway if you only asked).Ugh! She was invited to a party only regretting why she hasn't attended it. She's appears to be shy to answer where in fact she wants the spotlight. She tries to get her balance on her emotions but she stumbles over her words.

Pathetic! But I don't think she's a loser. It is because she's not giving up to be someone ideal for everybody. I mean EVERYBODY. I'm not ideal and I strived to be one but not on a way like hers. I am selfish but I'm learning to give. I don't tend to be Miss-Know-It-All whenever I know something. I don't invade private spaces. And I don't wanna be like her.

I may not be as intelligent and as pretty as her, I think I'm far more graceful than what she is.

bridge will never be the owner

i don't have time to bother your problem... because i don't think it's mine... besides...



i'm already taken... haha!!

Nocturnal Gold Digger

literally, is she?

At first there was me,
Now, I was blown away;
Thrown out from my chair of royalty.
She stole my scepter and my crown-
Bejeweled by love and passion.
My hands are empty,
Shivering and weak.
I gave her the way
But the nagging says she wants more.
I gave her what she wants,
What she needs is to lure the
Heart of my king.
She wants the world to see
That i was just the second best,
Despite of the fact that
I came ahead of her.
I pushed myself away-
And though we're apart
You seemed to be so free
To say what I don't like to hear.
Insensitive, you are.
Arrogant yet deficient.
You are just amother night-shift stealer.
A naked gold digger.

**drooling over...

...jason wade, the vocalist and lead guitar of Lifehouse. i'm such a fan!!!

ship-wreck

ANGST

He left me
Standing stiff and still,
Drenched under the rain
Disguising the tears
Rolling down my cheeks.
My eyes sored,
Red and flaming.
I bit my lip,
Regretting the kiss
He marked on it
Before he made me
Embraced goodbye.
I can do nothing now.
I can't even punch the air.
My fingers are still curled
Into a fist.
I can't move.
I stood here frozen.
Cold. Mad. Blinded.

REGRET

I walked away

After I kissed her.

No turning back

Just to see her cry

Under the rain.

I left her for nothing;

It's a wrong choice

To choose. So wrong.

I can't dare to change

my mind, really.

I am scared.

I'm not brave enough

To say I'm sorry.

I can't even puch the air

But my fingers are in a fist.

I walked on.

I can't look back.

I'm numb. Cold.

Lost and gone.

a very-post-valentine post

"and i wished our date was as fine as this."

i never expected that a date would happen...

wait.. am i going too fast?

ok, so first, we were dismissed very early in our nursing research subject. it was least expected because i thought we have lots of things to comply in our research: validations, validations and validations.another least expected was i already did the validation (--,)

then, Cawi waited for me outside the room because he thought his mom is coming. so we hurried up, but before we went to their place, we have to buy super worms for his new pet,SCORPION.
as we arrived in their house, his jaw almost dropped to the ground when he found out that his mom will be arriving by Wednesday (which he least expected). no choice but he has to wait til that day comes. to relieve his disappointment, we fed his seemingly-harmful-yet-calm pet.

it's valentines day. we don't have to spend the whole time feeding and watching the scorpion eat his prey. he first kissed me on my cheeks and greeted me HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! it's a sweet starting point for a something... so we kissed... and hugged... and that's what we called XoXo... OUR XOXO!

after our xoxo, he changed his polo into his usual aquamarine tee (which perfectly fits him and his well-structured arms.) i was kinda shocked, literally, when he answered to my question.

me: san ka pupunta? ba't ka nakabihis?
him: magde-date tayo
me: what? ang time, mine... (watching my watch, it's 8:05 pm)
him: you can go home by 9
me: yah... pero talo ako pustahan.. no death reports on tarantula bites. they may be because of allergic reaction...
him: ano ba yan... ka-corny-han... mag-ayos ka na jan.
me: seryoso ka talaga?
him: sige na, Mine...

OK...no further arguments. i fixed myself (i have no comb so i used my fingers). i ironed my UNIFORM with my hands. and as i stood up he opened the door and called out to his brother, "Don, san kayo ni Macy ngayon?" "sa Coco's", he replied.

Coco's. it would be the first time i have a date in a restaurant. i never expected this. promise. I'm quite anti-social when it comes to places like this, especially when in uniform.

i don't know how to describe this night out with him and his brother and his brother's wife and daughter, but it's pretty weird for an average girl like me. I'm so pathetic when it comes to this kind of situation.

so they ordered lots of food. and i don't like the Italian taste. it's not that i hate Italian foods, i just don't appreciate the way the ingredients were stirred. it lacks palatability (on my own taste). the pizza smelled somewhat foul (i just hate pizza- but not that much). the mozzarella cheese stick is.... i really hate cheese. the best is the fried calamari (now I'm starving). i luuuuuurve it. i crave for it. the rest of the food, i don't think I'll like.

so i went home with full-stomach. i was satisfied by the night with Cawi and the rest of his brother's family. and for Cawi...i wish there's always a next time... a better one.

the human-remote-control bitch!

"the remote control queen defeats the x-queen."

"Sus ui! Usab-usab," she changed the channel while i was standing comfortably in the sala watching the TV. I grunted with disappointment. i just let her change the channel anticipating for a better show. While waiting, i pursed my lips forcefully watching my mouth, trying not to say anything RUDE (which is her). Still waiting, i grew impatient ; my nostrils were almost flaring and my accessory muscles helped my breathe deeply so i can stay calm and look calm as possible. That bitch! murag karon lang nakakita ug TV, atai ra! Bwisit!-- i thought as i stormed my way back to our room getting my bag and swing it to my shoulder... i'm still mad at her. Well, almost all of us, (except for herself, of course) grudged her. She's so bossy, a mere typist of our works- not correcting the wrong grammar and spelling (does she even know?). O-C bitch, insecure and trying-to-be-perfectionist amateur.

Well, back to the channel-changing stuff. After i got my bag from the room, i went back to the sala. To my surprise, i can really feel the my blood is boiling inside me; nobody's watching the TV. I hate her for changing the channel, while i was savoring my time spectating on whatever is showing on TV. I hate her for being such an annoying bitch! I hate her for INVOLUNTARY HUMA REMOTE CONTROL! It wasn't so bad but the topic doesn't really caught my attention and arouse with my interest.

She's so insensitive, so self-centered, so greedya nd selfish
so deceiving and, so WHATEVER-YOU-ARE-----I-DON'T-CARE-----I-JUST-HATE-YOU FOR-BEING NOT YOU-YOU-NERVE-ENDINGS-FOR BEING NOT YOU



So, where did she stopped from changing? Discovery Channel