I’m Horrible At Surprises…

…when I’m the one being surprised. 🙂

I like surprising people but when I’m being surprised, never mind. A couple of people who matter, not to mention my family, may have noticed this already but I’m just going to talk about it anyway. I don’t have any other interesting thing to blog about other than my stepping on cat poop in the past 36 hours. That is if my life is interesting. haha! Plus, I was talking to the latest person who tried to surprise me minutes ago. Well, kind of. It was a Facebook comments thing. 

Anyway, I’ve been surprised a few times and each time I TRY my best to be appreciative and give a bigger reaction. But I fail everytime. I’m horrible. I either just shrink away and hide my face or stare at the person looking embarrassed. I know!! It’s an excitement killer. I guess my confidence level is just too low, I don’t want people to see me show any kind of emotion other than my laughing AT them or the smug, I don’t care face I put on a lot. Oh, and then there’s I’m lost and I look dumb face. 😛 

Moving on, the last surprise thing was during my birthday this year. After the compulsory dinner we had at school, my Korean friend with the help of our school’s owner and a couple of other people surprised me. They turned off the lights and lit the candles on this cake. Sidebar, I actually thought a black out occurred but kept the AC running. Stupid. haha! They had to light it again cause AC blew it for me. 🙂 Anyhow, yeah, I knew it was for me the second they showed up cause they were all looking at me like I did something vulgar. Ultimately, they reached the table and since everyone teased me too much, my face didn’t look happy at all. I have that defense mechanism going. haha! Yes, it’s sort of mean. Well, not just sort of. Turns out, my friend thought I didn’t like it and felt bad. BUT, I did make sure she knew I was happy. 🙂  Times like that I wish I had my older sister’s reactions when she gets surprises. Bollocks. 

So, Miso Choi! I love you for planning the surprise for me and I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart! 🙂 I miss you a lot! Come back. 😛 

Lezz Get Writing…Again!

A few days ago, someone happened to remind me of the “literature” I wrote years ago. Of course, I never imagined anything big from it. It just came to be because of two reasons; I was worried that my brain would degrade from all the laziness and I kinda had the story in my head for quite a while, I just had to write it. Hence, two hours resulted to one of the short stories being accomplished. Six short stories and three rewrites in, I stopped. I can come up with loads of reasons but ultimately, it would all stem down to my exhaustion and laziness brought about by real life.

Anyway, I think I like to write because it has become some sort of release for me. I don’t have to dump all my unnecessary baggage on people. I just have to make some creative twists to the unfortunate events of my life or my frustrations or some sort. Then again, most of my stories aren’t really about me. They’re my friends’, I think.

Furthermore, that reminder is why I’m writing right now. I miss writing and I loved it, I still do. So, today, I’m making a promise to myself. I’m going to write more and well, rant. I’ve got a couple of issues in my mind. 😉

So yeah, let’s get to getting. I mean writing. 😉

And thanks Kaye!

Rant: Comprehension is Key

I’d like to think I’m a “naturally” caring person and I don’t discriminate according to whoever is related to me. If in my perception you’re good, you’re good. It’s that simple. Also, I’m a blabber mouth when I feel the need to dump horrible or almost horrible feelings. The blabber mouth comes out, especially when I think someone I care for is or did anything wrong, to the point that, I am also annoyed at myself. “Let them be, self.” But then there’s, “But that’s wrong.”

Long story short, I usually go with going on with the whole mini-“confrontation”. And there’s this one that I’ve been itching to rant about since it happened. It was yesterday and I finally found the time to log on to good old Facebook. I don’t usually visit profiles nor do I usually roam the News Feed, unless they’re family. That day, which was yesterday, a person, whose connection to me won’t be revealed, supposedly posted joke in the form of a rhetorical question which in English meant, “Won’t it be queer to kill today? Would that be okay?”

His friends were almost rejoicing at the idea. It even made him ask who he’d “kill” first for which his girlfriend joyfully said, “Me.” I know the funny part of the said joke, however, given that there are people who are considered suspects for crimes because of jokes or statements such as what he posted. And, well, who knows, some of his friends or friends of friends might actually be involved in stuff like that. Heck, he could be accused with them even if he has no “motive”.  I know I’m paranoid but it was sort of just a reminder. So, I said, in the lightest way possible,

“You do realize people, even cops, COULD take this as a real threat. People have been put to jail because of these things. Be careful.”

I would like to stress the word COULD, given that I meant there is a possibility and it was never assuming, in any way, that he and/or his friends would actually do it.

His friends normally freak out or hate me (like most people who don’t know me do, on second thought, some know me. Whatev) whenever they get even the slightest whiff of my virtual scent. Anyhow, my Facebook name is different so this guy went and said (or at least I think he said),

“That’s not a threat. That’s just our gang’s form of expression. To people who don’t know us, leave us alone.”

Apparently, he didn’t understand the comment. Plus he said, “give us along”, I’m only assuming the “leave us alone” part cause it kinda sounds like it. 😉 Moving on, I know both people and when I tried to explain my aforementioned comment, he never replied again.

In an odd twist of the story, the girlfriend replied to my comment. Unfortunately, I couldn’t understand what she said. All I read were blah, blah, blah, blah, no person involved, blah, blah, not a threat, blah, blah, I care for my boyfriend, blah, blah, you’re his ___, blah, blah.

So yeah, I decided to tell her I didn’t understand a thing and that I will delete my first comment so that no other people would be involved. And today, I checked the thing out, no more girlfriend comment. 😛

I KNOW I am part wrong for whatever I did. In my defense, however, there’s nothing wrong with being careful. And their comprehension is off. Regardless, I feel bad for slightly insulting people.