Drama queens should be bitched slapped

I did not realize that there are really existing individuals that thrive on drama until yesterday.

I think I've made it clear enough on my past blog entries how much I hate gossip. How much I loathe gossip.

I'd rather talk a puppet than talk crap about other people...

Yesterday totally exhausted all the patience I have in my body. It's too much complicated to elaborate but let's just say a co-worker made a very wrong judgment about using my personal life as a conversation starter to a customer. What makes matters worst was I heard about it from the customer itself.

I didn't even blog about those stuff because I don't want to think about it. I don't want to deal with it. And there she goes, blabbing casually about it as if talking about how nice the weather is...

It was like somebody slapped me on the face. I caught me off guard and I felt betrayed.

It's all settled now because I called that co-worker yesterday, not in a confrontational way because I've had enough time to calm down. But I made it a point of letting her know that I wasn't happy with what she did and she was totally out of line.

I don't hold grudges so that helped a lot. But at the same time, I know now who my real friends are and I know who not to trust.

Te Amo, Mi Hermano

"if I turn into another,
dig me up from under what's covering the better part of me...
sing this song
remind me that we'll always have each other
when everything else is gone..."

Happy Birthday, my dearest brother!
I'm so blessed to have you as a sibling. God knows how proud I am of your achievements! I love you, Bok!

He's gone... for real this time

I talked to a friend last night and he confirmed it for me that W has gone back to the East coast. He said that they started leaving the other day.

Oh well.

Bye eye candy... I'll surely miss your smile. I can perfectly picture out your gorgeous eyes and smile. I doubt I'll see him again.

I don't understand why it's making me sad. Ugh. I should just get over it.

The A list

I'd like to welcome my co-worker, my good friend Andrea to the blogging world!

Have fun blogging, sunshine!

Apartment Haunting

No, it’s not a typo. I’m not that stupid. I really meant haunting.

After work yesterday, I hurried to get my bus ride and have me dropped off at a realty office to check out an apartment for rent in town. It looked really cool on the ad. One bedroom, kitchen, living room, swamp cooler, heater and SHARED BATHROOM.
I mean, it was $300/month so I figured that it might be worth checking out.

Off I went. Man, when I walked upstairs and saw the unit, it was okay. A bit funky but I love funky places. The kitchen was cute. The living room was big and the bedroom, I’d say if you’re claustrophobic, you’d probably die there on your first night.

The part that worried me the most was the bathroom part. Sharing a bathroom with a total stranger isn’t cool. At. all.

I took a peek of the bathroom and found it quite apalling. There were dirty laundry thrown on the floor. It was dark. Messy. And ummm, what made me most uncomfortable was when the “neighbor” stepped out of his door. It was a guy. A random-pierced-everywhere tattooed-all-over-the-body guy who had this nasty look.

My oh-shit radar went haywire!

No, I’m not discriminating. I’m just acting like a normal girl who is out to get an apartment on her own and is worried for her safety and her hygiene.

That was the big “NO” factor for me. Imagine yourself sharing a bathroom with a stranger! Seriously. I can’t even think about the thought itself.

I’m planning to put in an application for the MUCH NICER studio apartment I looked at after that interesting 1-bedroom-shared-bathroom experience.
We’ll see….