Things that runs into my mind at about 3 in the morning

Even before I watch Paranormal Activity, I’ve already been imagining thing, but now it is worst.

As mentioned, I am aware that my family is not alone in our house, there are unseen entities and luckily we have the good ones. However, it is inevitable that the idea of those unseen entities is quite scary.

• My cousin had experienced seeing a shadow figure in my room, and at the moment she was having a hard time moving and she can’t even shout. When she finally did, she ran as fast as she could to the next room where me and my Mom were watching the launching of PBB first season (if I recall it right).
• A few of my friends would inform me they feel something strange in the house, at least those ones that are sensitive to these kind of things.
• My Mom told me she had experience with those entities.

They don’t bother anyone. I think we are more of a bother to them, than they to us, because most of the time, my house is just too noisy. I guess those new to the house, specially new helpers would experience hearing footsteps coming from the masters bedroom when no-one is in the room or upstairs for that matter. These happens when my family would have our usual family day and we will all go out leaving one helper in the house.

I’ve learned a lot from the stories of old folks. One of which is that when your name is called by those unseen entities, “DO NOT ANSWER.” They say that if you do, that is the start of them, bringing you into their world. Also, if ever you visit their world, “DO NOT EAT.” If you do, then you will be with them forever or you will have a hard time returning to this world.

OKAY, so what runs into my mind at 3 AM?

• Often, when I feel like urinating and I see it is about those time, I would have a hard time building courage to go out of my room and go to the CR.
• I feel that when I put my feet on the floor, something under the bed will drag me.
• The stairs is just next to my door, so when going in after urinating, I would see the stairs and would imagine things.

They say our mind is a powerful thing, and I am scared that even if things are not there my imagination would let me see something there because I have already build an image on my mind about it. SO HELP ME GOD, PLEASE DON’T!

Haters are Cowards

I just like getting hate comments!

Why? Because they make me feel special.

Here are some of the hate comments I have received on this blog.

I edited the image to at least cover up my former employers.

I am not 100% sure if the one who made the comment using “P—– agent” is an actual agent of that company. I gotta say, that among the agents that worked for that company, I am the dumbest. So, I know my flaws! An agent who works or have worked for that company are smart, talented and intelligent. With the wrong grammars that I could notice from the commentator, I doubt that it came from that group. It was an honor for my stupid ass to work with that group. I am not saying I liked all the agents from there, but I have to admit they have brains bigger than mine.

I know admins from my former company are happy that I am not there anymore, that’s a FACT – I have been a pain in their asses when I was there.

I don’t really know why people make a big deal out of my existence. For years, I don’t mind other people in that company. I rarely even talk to my agents. Why make a big deal out of me being there? OH! I remember, if there are things that could catch my attention, I inform admins about it – I quote “JUST TO BE FAIR.”

Immoral *sigh* Am I the most immoral person there? Who knows … YOU dear commentator might be worst than me … but hey … you’re a hater … you’re life must be worst than mine … tsk tsk tsk

Obese? Me? WOW, I need lasiks!

Walks like a cripple. I have a knee injury and I have shown that to those who ask why I walk the way I do and sometimes just show it to those close to me for fun. I don’t intend to be a runway model. So as long as I could walk, I am happy.

My son. Hec and I have discussed about it. I have shared the story to a few people. Hell, I don’t even know who the father is, how could you be sure it’s not his? YES I AM A BITCH … but I am no whore! I don’t get paid for sex. From that, you might say because I am no good at it – unahan na kita – YES, I am lousy at it … might be the worst my partners ever had (wink wink).

Damak. Yes, I am. I only take a bath when I go out of the house. Sometimes, I don’t take a bath for days because I stay in my room all the time with a notebook or MacBook in my lap. I rarely get out of my bed. I have dandruff too, but right now it is not as worst as when I was working in the office. So, might be the stress that was causing it, or I just didn’t wash it off properly because of in a hurry going to the office.

Ugly, I have answered that one.

Grammar. I am not a good writer. I don’t blog to brag my skills in writing, I blog to express myself. I admit, most of the time I make mistakes and often I would notice it after posting. I edit some, but sometimes I just don’t feel like editing.

Those are my hate comments and my answers to give this haters some “consuelo de bobot.” I have more on my Intiendes blog before.

“Haters are Cowards”

Why is that? As, you can see ALL of the hate comments I received doesn’t reveal the persons identity. They are scared that a person might actually say something worst about them and that would humiliate them. Surely enough, if a person is a hater, it must mean that he or she is not happy with his or her life. The way I see it, if a person is living a happy life, then that person would see positive things about others.

Sometimes a hater would pretend to be someone they are not. I always give a benefit of the doubt whenever a hate comment uses a name of someone. As Mawe once said, it is better to answer it on your own blog to know your real identity because anyone could use your name when commenting – not his exact words, but something like that.

I know, people often misunderstood me. That is the reason why I opened my “intiendes” blog in the first place; To make people understand me better. But it has been filled with posts not related to the idea I created it for, so I created this new one.

If my actions are bothering you, then it would be better if you ask me why I do those things and perhaps you will learn from my experience. I don’t want to be misunderstood and I try my best to explain myself. You could cover your identity if you want to ask. Hate comments just lets me know your life is worst than mine, because right now I could see a persons mistake, try to understand why they are that way and I would see the positive side of it.

I appreciate those people who are brave enough to confront me of my negativity. To mention a few: Beverlyn Rempis and Rachel Jaro. For those people, “Thank You” for pointing out things I have to change and giving me a chance to improve myself.

I have plans that my next post on this blog should be something from those good companies who had given favor or support to bloggers, but I haven’t done it yet since I have got a lot of things on my TO DO list, but I am gonna skip some of it to work on the blogging task needed for those companies. Sorry for the delay! This hate comment just made me feel so alive! It’s my inspiration to blog.

I Have No Mobile Phone For Now

I lost the charger of my mobile phone because I don’t feel like using it anyway. I need to buy a new one.

As of the moment, you couldn’t reach me on my number, so better not waste your time sending message or calling. If you want to send me a message, you could do so by sending me email me or message me through YM or Facebook.

That’s gonna be the situation, until I could have my new phone. I really want Nokia N86 8MP, I hope I could buy that one before I go to Manila, because surely I would need a mobile phone in Manila. I might get lost

Tired of Love and Life

I am bored!

One minute, I am so happy and in love. Just a blink of an eye, everything could change.

Thinking about it, why do we have to feel special for someone?

I now doubt myself if I do have the capacity to love, or I am just up for yet another challenge?

I guess, I am talking nonsense now. I am just tired! I just think my life would be better if it is over! (Sounds like suicidal – hehehe … just expressing.)

I just want to be loved, the way I would love someone else. Cared for, pampered … That’s why I keep falling for pretenders! They know how to act as if they care.

Those stupid ants ate my chocolates. Now, I lost my appetite on it. It was suppose to cure me from this misery.

Okay I Feel Sad Now

I just watched Grey’s Anatomy and they really did a great job in pulling the emotions inside of me. Izzie is sick and everyone is there to support her. I hope they would let her live, because Alex is a mess without her.

I also feel sad about some people around me who are just plainly rude and they just do it for laughs. I know I used to be rude on people when I was in college, play jokes that would hurt them personally. BUT, I grew up. I put jokes on proper time and that is not hurtfull or abusive. My friends and I do have our laughs with the jokes we have and I don’t think we’re KJ’s or weirdo’s. How sad that some people could be so old, yet immature.

Lastly, Lindsay is in Montana now. I don’t know when we will ever see her back in the show again.

Just expressing myself here. It’s been a long time I haven’t blogged. Just so many things happening to my life right now; Busy being a full time Single Mom – LOVING IT!

Seriously I Think I’m Crazy

Not just going crazy, but actually am CRAZY right now. I don’t know how you would diagnose this, but this morning, I ordered a take out at McDo; a longanisa and hotcake.

In the office I eat my take out. I was slicing a longanisa (meat) and I was imagining a movie I have watched a long long time ago in where the owner of the restaurant is killing people to make them a burger that he serves in his restaurant. So, with that said, the whole time I was eating the longanisa, I was imagining it to be a human flesh. I tell you I am not grossed about it, I just keep on going.

After the longanisa, I had the hotcake. While I was slicing the hotcake I could remember the surgeons on Grey’s anatomy, slicing a human body and blood would come out. So, the whole time that was on my mind. Still, no gross feeling.

That I know doesn’t seem to be normal. So, am I crazy now or I just have been watching too much TV?

Speaking of TV, I just knew that the Denny and Izzie thing on Grey’s Anatomy would last until February 2009. Seriously? They are out of their minds, Denny is a GHOST! He is dead and should remain like that! He can have sex with Izzie? Yes, but I feel for Alex, so please come back to reality Grey’s Anatomy!

Note: The guy on grey shirt is a GHOST and that is Denny.

Poor Izzie, seems she is going crazy … haaay, What about me? Am I crazy or it is just normal I think like this?

MacBook Dead AGAIN

The first time my MacBook went dead, I had no idea what the reason was. This time, I am fully aware; I got it wet!

I was on my way home, when I pass by a hotel and ticketing outlet as requested by my client. When I was at the ticketing outlet, I noticed that my backpack is dripping wet. I remembered I put in all the food I bought from McDonals on my backpack; YES, INCLUDING THE DRINKS! What the hell was I thinking – STUPID!

I was really out of my mind, I am obviously bothered.

I can’t do anything right this past few days. I just couldn’t do something right lately.

Anyway, I went to church as my regular Friday routine. I prayed that my Mac would be okay.

hu hu hu