September 23, 2009: Zarzuela

This was last September 23, 2009. It was nearly evening w

hen Lhobie, Kayser and I decided to buy some snacks in Marians and eat them at OZ canteen. During this week, it was raining often. When we were inside the cant

een and we have finished our snacks, we saw the students who all went out from the theater. I forgot to mention that this week was also the feast celebration of St. Vincent De Paul. Every year, when the feast is being celebrated the Zarzuela, a play shown on the theater that tells the story of our patron saint, is being organized.

Actually, we didn’t really have the tickets that time, but we became excited to watch the play during that time because Kai and I still have to wait for few hours for our next class, so we just thought it was better to spend our time there instead of staying at SV facade, besides w

e do not have some things to work on and it was raining.

This is Kayser. Haha! She looks like an authistic

child in this photo. This picture really makes Lhobie laugh every time she gets to see it.

This was the stage setting when we got there and when we were waiting the play to start.

Pose… pose… pose… and pose… J

Specially designed to ensure maximum comfort when stapling a schadenfreude

I was having a time of relaxation in browsing the net and my Facebook account when suddenly, I saw a post that really caught my attention.

The post talks about the "give-and-take" idea. Then I scrolled down to see the comments below and I have read something like a blind item that I know in myself is me! I know the person (of course she is my friend on Facebook). I just don't understand what the hell is the problem of this other girl who's making fun of me by making me as her blind item. She doesn't even have anything to do with the problem or the topic and kept on saying things against me which I find confidential and inappropriate to talk about on the internet.

I must admit that I was really hurt knowing all of that just a while ago. I felt like I was back stabbed by people whom I am related with in blood. They are like Barbies who can't even tell me face-to-face that I'm a trash in our house and useless. Because I admit that I'm still unemployed for 2months since I graduated and I can't even help paying the bills. I was just shocked that I felt very comfortable and didn't know that I shouldn't ask things from them anymore.

I also didn't know that my worst enemy is here in our house. But I'm a bit happy because she's leaving in Singapore for a month. I'll get rid of that schadenfreude.

I'll buy her a packing tape for her eyes not to be able to see, or I'll just invent a device that will stop or prevent people to think and talk about others' shortcomings specially designed to ensure maximum comfort when stapling a schadenfreude like her.

A Daughter's Resentment

They were supposed to be the most understanding individuals in our lives.
But they weren't. They don't even care about what I am going to feel. Every word you tell them will not be accepted nor listened. What they want is all that matters. They decide for your life and you, as a full-grown up individual and in a legal age, do not have your freedom.

And what's worse? They will even blackmail you by stop sending you to school if you go against them. What's wrong with going to a place where you have been before late at night? One more thing, he is the one who even told me that everywhere isn't safe. So why the hell making Antipolo an exception??

Bad parents. I hate them. :'(