Dear People of the Earth,

Kung hindi kita kamag-anak na mas-matanda sa’kin, or boss sa office na binabayaran ako para magtrabaho, I seriously don’t think that you have a right to tell me what to do, especially kung ikaw ‘yung may kailangan sa’kin.

I don’t appreciate being texted messages like these:

Please bring [name of item] to [name of place]. Thanks.

Na wala man lang kapola-politeness. Except for the word “please”, but the word “thanks” at the end completely negates that as it implies that I should do what you’re asking, without any arguments or questions. Mind you, this is a personal request. It’s not like may group activity na na-assign kang maging leader. And I certainly never volunteered my services to help like when I told someone to just text me if she needed me to do anything re: the preparations of a party for a friend.

‘Yun pa. Ni hindi man lang tayo close friends. Why are you texting me like I owe you something?

Maybe it’s not fair to address this to the “People of the Earth” since I’m really only talking about one person. But seriously, it astonishes me how some people can forget common courtesy or think they’re so entitled. Just because we know each others’ name doesn’t give us a right to order each other around. Maski ‘yung mga closest friends ko whom I’ve known for a long time and marami na kaming napagdaanan, hindi ako kinakausap nang ganyan. Learn some respect, please.

Hatest Analogy EVER

I have decided to be angry today. 😡

So I will tell you about this analogy which I think is just stupid (x100). And if you’ve ever told it to any of your friends, shame on you! And if your friends have ever said it to you, don’t ever believe them.

I hear this a lot, when people ask others what their opinion is on getting back together with an ex-boy/girlfriend:

Hindi na sinusubo ulit ang niluwa na.

SERIOUSLY. 🙄

I tend to hate analogies (except for maybe mathematical and scientific ones) because I’m just against equating something with another thing, as if they’re the same thing, when they’re really not. (This is probably why I suck at poetry.) Especially when it comes to human relationships. I believe that in relating to people, everything depends on someone’s personality, and experience, and the combination of about a million other things. And so using food that made you nauseated, as a metaphor for an ex-boy/girlfriend, just really doesn’t make sense to me. And I hate it so much because it cheapens the past relationship that you’ve had. So yeah, maybe that past relationship was all kinds of bad, and it would be a mistake to go back to it and go through the same problems and stuff, but I still don’t think it’s fair to say that a person you used to love (and I’m assuming that he/she is someone you used to love, because otherwise why would you want to get back together with him/her?), is just like something you ate that left a bad taste in your mouth. And honestly, if you have to use such disgusting analogies to describe a relationship, it just goes to show how bitter you are. 😡

Right. Can you tell that I’m angry? It’s not because someone has said this to me personally, though. I just hear it a lot on the radio and from friends’ stories, and now I’m just really annoyed to know that some people actually believe this and agree with it. You can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t ever equate a person with an object. (Or maybe you can, but you really shouldn’t). No matter how bad you think that person is. The worst human being in the world is still a human being.

I’m not saying that it’s okay to be the worst human being in the world. Believe you me, there are a lot of human beings I hate and sometimes wish had never been born, but you know, they’re just people, like you and me, and well, I just don’t think it’s right to think they’re animals or garbage, just because they hurt you.

“These are people, Jane! NOT cows!!” – Eddie, Someone Like You (2001)

Overheard in the Elevator

I love our office elevator. It wakes me up.

Girl1: Hindi pa alam ng husband ko.
Girl2: Ha? Ilang months ka na tapos hindi pa rin niya alam na hindi sa kanya ‘yung mga anak mo?
Girl1: Hinde, the first two are his, pero itong pangatlo, kay… ‘yung sa best friend nga niya.

😯

Gising na gising ako nung makababa ako sa floor ko. Pasalamat sila hindi ko sila kilala, or maybe they were too into their conversation that they didn’t notice me there. Still, mabuti pa sigurong sinabi na lang niya ‘yung pangalan nung tatay nung anak niya dahil ewan ko lang ‘ah, pero para sa’kin mas-scandalous ang dating nung “best friend niya”, kaysa kung sinabi na lang niya ang name na baka ni hindi ko na nga maaalala ngayon kahit pa narinig ko.

Hay. People. 😕

The Downside to Eavesdropping

Disclaimer: I wasn’t actually eavesdropping. I just overheard some people talking. I just call this “the downside to eavesdropping” because I figure it’ll annoy more the people who do eavesdrop since they’re making an effort to hear the people around them, whereas those who merely overhear conversations didn’t choose to listen, and so cannot be held responsible for what they’ve heard.

Anyway, I overheard this conversation earlier and realized I should have just drowned out their voices. Because the downside to eavesdropping is that, you get to hear really really useless corny stuff.

Girl 1: Uy, may kwento pala ako. Totoo ‘to, walang biro. Nangyari talaga sa friend ko.
Girl 2: Ano ‘yon?
Girl 1: Kasi ‘yung friend ko, ‘yung anak niya may allergies. Totoo talaga ‘to ‘ah. So may allergies ‘yung anak niya, so tinanong niya ‘yung friend niya kung anong gagawin.
Girl 2: Anong sabi nung friend niya?
Girl 1: Sabi nung friend niya, and no joke, ito talaga sinabi niya, “Lagyan mo ‘yung rashes ng Nissan.”
Girl 2: (blank stare)
Girl 1: Sabi niya Nissan, pero ang ibig niyang sabihin Fissan, ‘yung pulbos na pang-allergy. Grabe, ‘yun talaga sinabi niya. Sinabi niya talaga Nissan!
Me: (very softly) Huh?! 😐

At this point I did drown out the conversation by humming whatever closest tune I could get my ears on. Was that the lamest story ever or what? I actually don’t mind too much that it’s lame. I have a feeling it’s one of those “you had to be there” moments, and that’s why it didn’t make too much of an impact to me. What I find really really lame though, is how Girl 1 seemed like she was telling her friend the secrets of the world, when the story she was telling wasn’t even remotely interesting!

Wait– is that what I’m doing right now? Writing this entry when my story isn’t all that interesting? Great. I guess we’re all guilty of telling lame stories. I just hope my stories are never that lame.

[edit: 02-Oct-2008]

So I heard the same girl telling some people earlier…

They don’t have background music? Well, why don’t they just grab John*? He can play his guitar so they can sing acapella!”

Er… Is it just me, or isn’t acapella the kind of singing where there’s no background music whatsoever? (Not even a guitar?) Yeah yeah, I shouldn’t judge her. We all make mistakes after all.

*John – not his real name.