Monday, March 9, 2009
they're not maids for nothing...
Yesterday my uncle delivered packages from my dad, and amongst the packages is a plastic bag labeled "Giann and Millaine" which contains chocolates for Giann and my phone.
Our very intelligent maid, peeked through it, saw ONLY the chocolates and didn't even bother to check the ENTIRE plastic, concluded that the plastic was just a bunch of chocs for Giann and I, PUT IT IN THE FRIDGE. IN THE FRIGGIN MINUS DEGREE FRIDGE!!!
It so happened that mum was not home yesterday when our maid decided to use her 'brains'. Mum came home past 10 PM, remembered that she has to check if my phone's really working well now, looked for the plastic with my name on it, realised it was put in the fridge since 2 PM, and prolly threw wrath at the maid.
I want to say "poor maid" but screw her for screwing my phone even more! It was worse than Giann putting it in his mouth. At least Giann's mouth isn't ice cold! And she's not as cute as Giann so I can't forgive her!!!
ARGH.
xoxo
Sunday, March 8, 2009
sumbungera
Also, we get what we give. People who don't show 'respect' don't deserve to be respected.
Other people may deem you as 'okay' or very modest or whatever. But I know better.
I am not going to change for you. ESPECIALLY not for you.
P.S. Thank God for Pau. :)
xoxo
Saturday, December 13, 2008
as if
It wasn't the first time I heard them talking about me and yeah I hate it. I hate that they won't tell it to my face so I can snap back at them! When I heard them awhile ago, I walked up to them, they stopped talking and I cannot tell you how much I wanted to say, "and what were you saying?" But I didn't want to do it without Pau's blessings. So later I'm going to ask Pau if I can actually fight back when the pakialameras have lots to say about me.
No one can teach anyone how to be a good mother. Not even my own mother dare cross that line. I am my own person, woman and mother.
Also, let Giann be a baby. Just because he's going to be a kuya soon doesn't mean he can't be clingy to me, and whingy. And for one, THAT IS MY PROBLEM, not yours, so screw you.
xoxo
Sunday, November 16, 2008
stupid Friendster

And I actually don't know who the hell is that Alison (the one who's supposedly serve us our 'connection')
Good job Friendster!
xoxo
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
open letter
Dear Messrs. Policemen (Capt. Gabad and someone else as low as him of the Mobile Division of WPD along U.N. Avenue Manila):
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
because i'm the eternal sunshine girl...
Because now, I have a special reason to love the weekends MORE! ;)
BUT...
IT IS SO FRIGGIN TIRING OMG!!!
There I feel much better.
P.S. PMS is not helping any.
Friday, April 4, 2008
for yesterday
Love,
your fellow nguyamyams! :P
You're NOT a mother. (unfortunately for you)
You're not living MY life.
You will NEVER ever come close. 'Nuff said.
You have NO idea.
So SHUT THE FUCK UP.
thankyouverymuch. :)
Unless you're someone I love and care about, your thoughts don't count. So don't bother. Save yourself the stress. Nobody wants to hear idiot. :)
Friday, February 22, 2008
i was like, "wtf is your friggin problem?"
SCENARIO
After dinner, I went inside the room before
After good 3 minutes, he followed, looked at his monitor and was all irate. "Sabi ko sayo ayusin mo ako eh!" (pertaining to his WoW character)
So I was confused, "ay sorry. Hindi ko alam. Anong ayusin?"
Him: "db sinabi ko sayo, dalin mo ko sa kanila?!" (to the other characters)
Me: *annoyed* "Hindi ko narinig na sinabi mo yun!"
Him: "kahit na, nakita mo na nga na nakatayo lang ako dito at walang ginagawa!" (ako being his character)
I was like D-U-H. I was only three minutes ahead of you! Does that make that MUCH difference? If any, at all. AND FOR ONE, THAT’S JUST ONE FUCKING GAME FUCKING US BOTH. thankyouverymuch.