Trust Issues, Bud and Unexpected Dinner.

So today started out pretty normal.


I was forcibly awoken at 9AM because Mum called and was looking for some GC that she's missing. I try to sound as awake as possibly because Mum advocates the 'People Need to Wake Up Early' cause and well, I don't. So to make my life easier and less filled with her lectures when she calls and I just woke up I put on this 'awake' voice.

This voice sounds as if I've been awake hours earlier but can sometimes sound annoyed or impertinent. Because the truth is half of my brain is still asleep and the other half is pro'lly plotting a good way to murder whoever woke me up.

After telling her that "no, I don't know where the GCs are and has she checked in her bag"  to which she replies in an insolent tone saying that she did and that's why she's calling me because she couldn't find it in her bag(my god, it's the same reasoning I have when I'm wide awake and logical...and she's annoyed with me when I use that logic. How hypocritical.) I gave the cellphone to my brother, mentally wished him luck(because he has more patience than me) and went back to burrow myself under my pillows and sleep.

I woke up again around 1:30PM only to find myself alone in the Condo.

And hungry.

So there I was alone and hungry thinking about what I should eat when I remembered my brother saying yesterday that we would eat out today for lunch.

Only it's 1:30PM and definitely past lunch and I was still at the Condo and they were pro'lly outside somewhere.

Eating lunch.

Without me.

I felt pretty betrayed at that point.

I mean how dare they just go out and eat without me.

Seriously, the least they could have done was try and wake me up before they went out.

But no. They didn't. So I was left alone.

Alone and hungry.

I indulged in a little hunger self-pity thinking while I toasted a few of the bread Mum sent over.

While chomping on my toasted bread I figured I'd make them feel guilty for eating out without me by calling them and proclaiming how hungry I am.

I'm not very nice when I'm hungry and betrayed.

Apparently they haven't eaten yet when I called.

In fact, when I called our maid she was still out with my brother's girlfriend in Divisoria and my brother was somewhere out trying to find somewhere to fix the flat tire of the car.

At which point I vaguely remember our maid telling me about them going to Divisoria and her leaving me the cellphone in case Mum called.

Just then my brother arrived and asked me if I wanted to go eat out. I said yes and he told me to take a bath.

I felt a little guilty for having so little trust in them that I would believe so easily that they left me behind.

I suppose I have trust issues. Or maybe it was the hunger.

I don't know but I felt guilty.

Anyways I took a shower then and when I came back to the room wrapped in my towel, I did my usual after shower jiggy and then let out this short super freaked out scream when my vision landed on an unfamiliar brownish lump on top of my printer.

My first thought was:

"Oh my god! A severed head."

That was simultaneous with the short super freaked out sounding scream.

I almost ran out of the room going to tell everyone(everyone was back at this point) that there was a severed head in my room but I stopped when I focused my vision on the brown lump.

It wasn't a severed head. Or anything remotely scary or gross.

It was just a fat Buddha statue.

But not any ordinary fat Buddha. It's my fat Buddha soulmate!

It's the fat Buddha I saw two months or so ago and that I fell in love with just because he's super adorable!

Here he is:

Is he not the most adorable fat Buddha ever?!

Isn't he?

Agree with me or some semi-decapitated, bleeding contortionist chick will come at 3AM and eat your face off!

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Yes, I know he's adorable.

He is named Bud.

I know you aren't supposed to name a fat Buddha statue but I couldn't resist. This Buddha is not like a normal generic Buddha. This Buddha is my statue soulmate. He is special.

It was definitely love at first sight. Mum was shopping for lamps and light fixtures and I was wandering around the shop when I saw him.

I stopped. Like mid-step I stopped. That was how awesome he is. I stopped mid-step and just stared.

And then there was this giddy feeling and I just knew that I had to have him.

I told Mum about him. I explained how special and adorable he is.

Mum told me he looked lazy.

I was offended. How could she say that? Bud is the most epic looking Buddha ever. I told her so. I told her that I want him.

I had never felt such a close connection to a Buddha statue before and I wanted Bud. Mum refused to buy him then because she didn't think Bud was a lucky Buddha.

You can only imagine how horrified I felt.

I don't know if Mum bought Bud or if my brother bought him. I should really ask so I can thank whoever bought it properly.

My life seems a bit brighter now that Bud is residing in my room and I think it's right to thank whoever bought Bud.

Yes so I'm totally happy with Bud. I just gave him a hug and a pat on the head. I can't stop grinning while looking at him.

Right so, this blog entry is getting really long so I'm going to finish up now.

I still haven't eaten at Yakimix because when I finally told my brother that we should go eat there, there was a friggin line at the entrance. The lady at front told us that we were number 14 in waiting.

I know people say Yakimix is delicious and affordable but there is no way in hell I am waiting outside where it is warm wearing a long sleeve yarn top while my stomach is grumbling telling me that it wants to eat.

LIKE NOW.

So we didn't eat at Yakimix and went to SALA Bistro instead.

The food was delicious. The potato gratin that came with the Confit Lamb Shoulder was divine. Like heaven. Seriously. It's like potato and pudding together.

I'm glad we ate there.

But anyways I seemed rather slow earlier because I read the Confit Lamb Shoulder on the menu and I was like "Where's the lamb's shoulder?"

My brother's girlfriend thinks then motions at her shoulders. My brother says "Syempre, yung malapit sa leeg."(Of course, the one near the neck).

And I say, "Oh, okay."

But I still can't picture it. I don't know why!

Anyways despite that the lamb was still yummy and soft. And I had a good dinner.

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My god that was a long post.

Apathy at the face of possible death.

So yes. Please ignore that status that's saying I'm pro'lly dead because you're reading this and this blog shows that I am not dead.

Lazy, yes. Dead, no.

I'm feeling a little like blogging. It's been too long since the last blog.

So here goes.

I just realized how apathetic I am truly.

You see I went on a fieldtrip to Batangas for Kaspil2 with my groupmate for that class. We rode on a bus. Now when we were on our way to Taal from Batangas, the bus took this shortcut. Only, truth be told the shortcut was more trouble than the main road.

We were on this twisty and narrow road uphill. Yes, that's uphill. When all of a sudden the bus stops. We were on a slant and the bus driver was applying the breaks so that we wouldn't roll down to our deaths.

Suddenly the breaks failed and we rolled backwards a couple of inches. This caused bedlam to ensue.

God, almost everyone was screaming and talking. They said prayers, they tried to call loved ones, they screamed those high-pitched screams that seemed to grate on my nerves. I don't know if they actually believed they were going to die.

Where was I?

Did I scream? Did I worry about my soul?

What would- could have possibly been my last thoughts if we did plunged to our deaths on a bus rolling downhill backwards?

I will tell you. They went along the lines of:

"I wish I could get some sleep before I die."

Yes. No screaming. No worried thoughts. No thinking of who I wish I could have said goodbye to. Just that one single thought.

My second thought, the one that came when the bus finally roared back to life but was still unable to move forward was:

"Drat, I haven't finished reading The Imposter yet."

For some reason I didn't feel much of fear. I just sat there on my seat. Hands entwined together and resting on my abdomen, eyes closed and hoping the noise would stop and wishing that if I did die I could still read my books.

I don't really think it was bravery or courage but more of acceptance of what could have happened. And a great deal of apathy. And pro'lly the result of lack of sleep.

But since I am alive and well(after some food and sleep), you know that the bus managed to move upwards and we managed to get to the end destination. Still now that I think about it, it was kind of fun, despite the others thinking that they were going to die.

But I really would love to know if they truly believed that they were going to die or if they were just caught up in the moment.

Early Wednesday Mornings

So I'm kind of awake really early today.

I treated myself to reading two of the updated chapters of Fairy Tail. Chapter 202 and 203.

After reading so I have this perverse need to see Kana&Lucy fight with Gray&Loki. I really want to see Lucy and Loki actually fight or at least see what might happen. It could be a total Lucy x Loki moment and I love those~

Yes, I'm a Lolu fan. Deal with it.

But 203 left us with Kana&Lucy vs Bixlow&Fried. I'm not sure what to expect. Strength-wise, the two ladies are so gonna get their asses kicked but y'know...Lucy has those moments of EPICness where she's really strong because she's fighting for her friends.

Yea, strength of the heart and all that.

I don't really want Kana&Lucy to get kicked off so early in the game but I really think that they're either going to lose or are going to be very injured. Especially without Loki to help Lucy.

But then I haven't actually been paying close attention to Kana. She has to have some badass skill to be able to be a S-class candidate, right? She just might surprise me.

Mondays make me sick...

Today is Monday.

I have class. But I'm sick.

I am screwed.

Yea, sure...sleeping early sure made me healthy. *sarcasm*

I slept early yesterday only to wake up this morning wondering why the hell I couldn't breathe through my nose. Then when I got up(with much difficulty) and realized that my arms and legs hurt like hell. I felt like I had one of those physical exams I used to have in high school.

Then when I tried to talk my voice didn't come out. Seriously. Then I squeaked. And then I had to force my voice out and it sounded all strained and hoarse.

Now I'm blogging because I'm waiting for the medicine to take effect and knock me out because it's suppose to do that while making me feel better.

I'm not sure but my water taste suspiciously like tap water.

Or maybe my taste buds are just all whacked out from being sick.

Augh...now I have to do double the work to catch up on my studies. Maybe if I feel better tomorrow I can do an advance on my Accounting homework. I seriously hope I feel better tomorrow because I can't miss class on Wednesday. I'm using up my absences, dammit! (>.<)

...oh, I'm feeling sleepy now.

Right, gotta go and get better.

*crawls of to bed*

Because I Hate Accusations...especially the wrongly made ones

I hate being accused.

But I hate being accused wrongly more!

So much for familial loyalty.

And all because of that bloody bitch Myrna.

Seriously, she has no sense of tact whatsoever. Mum gave me that "bad attitude" sermon again. How I would have loved to ask her to tell me who others have complained of me shouting at them.

Because I rarely shout at other people. It's just not my thing.

But with Myrna...

Ooooh, if I can just find the perfect murder.

But as always it's MY fault and not hers because she's less intelligent and I have to make the effort to get along with her.

God, I'm so sick of trying to make the effort. I try to be nice but then she doesn't listen to me. Sure I order her around but then she doesn't mention that whenever I make her bring me something I ALWAYS, UNFAILINGLY SAY THANK YOU.

Why?

Because I do try to be polite. I try very much to be polite that people think I'm nice.

Oh but no, Mum just has to be there when I've had enough. When I'm up to my limit.

I mean ALWAYS.

It's not fair and it's not in my favor...so yes, I dare to complain.

And now I've been accused of stealing because Mum can't find her money.

Myrna had the gall to accuse me.

And because I have this propensity of not saying totally bad things about people I didn't tell Mum about all the other things I wish I could tell her.

Like say, how my own money was missing in the cardboard box that I placed in my closet. My cosplay fund.

I placed it there so I could budget but when I opened the case the money was gone and in its place?

My old sando.

Yes, of course, I asked Myrna and her condescending tone she said she didn't see it. That it was empty!

This is why I hate her.

I wish Mum didn't take her back. I wish our old maids were here.

They were so much better. And they weren't infuriating.

Of course Mum did explain why she was suspecting me. But still if I told her everything I knew about Myrna, I bet she wouldn't think twice about suspecting Myrna, like I do.

Because I do suspect Myrna for stealing.

I mean it's ingrained in me because she stole my hairbrush before and by Mum's own reasoning, if she's done it before she'd do it now.

I mean does Mum even know that Myrna's relatives come here to visit? I mean I just come out of the room and then they're there.

So yes, there are other people who I can suspect.

But do I say that?

No, I don't.

My god, why don't I?

When Mum was asking me about it I wanted to say so many things. So many things that she doesn't know about that little bitch of a liar that I wish I knew how to say all of it.

Does she know that I can't stand the fact that Myrna is telling all my friends my bloody life story? Or that some of my friends has described her as annoying? Or that there are times when I go home and she's not in the condo?

I wish I said something.

I wish I can show Mum that she's not a good maid.

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I always thought I had talent.

Maybe I don't. Maybe people are just trying to be nice.

I wish they wouldn't. I hate getting my hopes up. I wish they'd just say it if it wasn't pretty.

I suppose my dream of being a fashion designer isn't really possible.

Now that I see it after Mum's comments, Achie's wedding dress looks impractical and well, half-baked and ugly.

Achie said it was pretty but then maybe she was just trying not to hurt my feelings. Maybe I shouldn't do my Maid of Honor dress, I might look weird and ugly.

I wish she said the truth.

I hate trying when it's useless. It's like doing work for nothing.

Hell maybe I should just give up my pencil altogether. I don't seem to have any talent for it anyways.

I could be those ordinary employees. I'd just be one of the people in a crowd.

Nothing different, nothing special.

I should really ask Achie to buy a dress for me...they have pretty dresses abroad.

Boots Are Smexy...yeaaa

So, apparently my boots are hot. Like comment worthy hot.

Oh yeah.

Today was our BUSMATH Finals(omigeeasdfgh!) and I figured since I wasn't going to be walking around much I'd wear my knee high suede Marks&Spencer boots because I can't use it during regular school days.

I paired it with my pink plaid Topshop knee-length(give or take a few cm) skirt, a grey polka-dotted Plains&Prints blouse and a cream white cardigan.

I was going for a preppy cool look since I was going to take an exam.

Right, anyway after we(Gi and I) took our exams, which was easier compared to our quizzes, we went to pass Gi's church involvement letter for TREDONE in William Hall. We took the elevator up.

When we took the elevator down, there were three guys behind/beside(depends on your perspective) us. They looked at me, then my shoes and then they giggled.

Yes, giggled. Fortunately it was in a guy-ish giggly way.

But still.

Giggling? Yea.

I thought I looked weird so I tried ignoring them.

Oh I was wrong. They were pseudo-whispering to each other and since I do sometimes have keen hearing I heard one of them say "Dude, don't get a hard-on."

Yes. I heard right.

A hard-on.

I don't know if they thought girls wouldn't know what that meant but since I do--don't ask how-- I was kind of startled.

Like, what the hell? Seriously? Really?

Well, at least that was a boost of my ego, no matter how crude it was.

My boots are smexy hot. They make you want to get a hard-on. Dude.

I couldn't stop mentally laughing.