Ms. Epal

Why do you have to be such an epal?

Today, at the office, Ms. Epal pissed me off big time.

Ever since the first day, I have this certain officemate whose actions piss me off ALL THE FREAKING TIME. Ms. Epal talks a lot, and when I say a lot.. it means.. A HUGE-FREAKING LOT. There was not a second when her mouth would shut up - She babbles and blurt out things, sometimes sensible, most of the time, senseless, every minute.

Let me cut this story short, since I don't wanna go into details about how annoying she is. That's not the point of this entry.

Yesterday at work, we were asked if we wanted to volunteer for something important. I honestly and genuinely wanted to, since the main topic of this thing is of much interest for me. At first, Ms. Epal was not saying a word and seemed disinterested with the topic, BUT when my friend and I volunteered, she volunteered her self too.

Our boss had to remove one person since the committee only needed two representatives.

Well, guess what.. he voted me out.

HOWDARETHEMOTHAFUCKA.

Ms. Epal has this reputation of being a shit-talker. If you don't know what that is, just Google it. She usually joins organizations and events, would commit to activities and all, but in the end, she ditches everyone.

Just imagine how pissed I was when I got voted out for something I was genuinely interested at, and that bitch would just waste the precious opportunity because it was just one of her many spur-of-the-moments decisions which she, all the time, ends up forgetting and setting aside. Ugh.

Gawd, kasi naman noh, grow up. GROW FUCKING UP. This is work, not freaking high school.

"Professionalism"

A little birdy once mentioned, during an open-forum at the office, that Professionalism is actually not minding others' business and not getting affected at all.

Tell me li'l birdy, did you accidentally mistaken Professionalism with "Plasticism"?

There's a huge difference between being professional and being a "plastic". What you're doing right now: talking behind our backs, commenting discreetly on our every action, raising an eyebrow every now and then, and creating false stories in your head.. THAT IS *drum roll* PLASTICISM.

I know the word "Plasticism" does not really exist, but right now, that is the only word that could perfectly describe the state you're in.

Poor poor poor soul. You have to fake your laughter and happiness just to pull off an idea that you're ahead of this game, when in reality, my group can barely see you from above, honey.

At the end of the day, my friends and I aren't the ones stressed and depressed with what's happening. Aww. If only you allowed us to save you from drowning in the negativity that g bird has put you and your friends in. 

G Bird, noun;

Someone, as fat as Grimace, spreading rumors about EVERYONE in the office without being caught by the species around it. It will try to convince you and woo you to absorb all the negativity it's disabled brain would create, and leaving you with a broken rationality and perspective on everything.
Synonyms: Piggy; Negatron; Unsuccessful; Low-life; Jejemon; Cheap; Trashy; Squatting

Posh & "Sosyal"

Sorry, I'm not sorry. I, personally, think that the definition of "Posh" and "Sosyal" is utterly subjective.

I have nothing against Banapple and Starbucks, but I don't understand why some people I know would label it (more like brag it to be) sosyal. 

Don't get me wrong, I actually love eating at Banapple, and hanging out at Starbucks, but dude, is it really necessary for some people to label places or things as sosyal or not?

A behavior like this makes me think of one thing, and one thing alone: You're a social climber.

And everyone hates social climbers and posers.

New Home

I have decided to make a new blog. A more private one.

Finally, somehow, I know what I DON'T want in my life right now. It's so hard to really point out what we want in life, but we could at least decide what we don't want to do or don't want to be. For me, I realized that I don't really want to be the typical teen blogger nowadays who exerts more effort (to a point of desperation) just for their blog to be famous. I don't want fame. I just want a safe haven for all my thoughts (negative or positive). 

It's so hard to live in a world where everyone is judgemental and close-minded. The word criticism has now become the same as irrational judgments. What ever happened to constructive criticisms? I don't know what and how it happend, but our generation, 80's and up, doesn't seem to be one of the bests anymore. I used to be a fan of my generation, but after meeting a lot of people from my previous Law school upto my current job, I realized that we're in a world filled with demons (and I pity earth).

Note: The word "demon" is subjective.

I hope you guys get the message.

Anyway, for my first project, I decided to delete unnecessary people on my Facebook page. Do we really have to keep people who we have never even talked to in High School? NO.

I have 1,541 friends on Facebook, but only half of them truly cares for me. The other half? Well, they're just there to observe and wish i-dont-know-what for me.

Today, my goal is to remove half of the "chismosa" people on my Facebook friends list.