Profanity is a byproduct of brutality

Here’s why..

If I don’t want it, don’t force it on me. lay off. I don’t like forcing other people not necessarily because I respect their opinion but because I’m lazy like that. I mean why the hell would I waste my time trying to convince you when I know I won’t be getting anything out of persuading you unless of course,  I’m selling something.

Basta, I am the type of person who let people be because that is how I want to be treated unless of course you’re doing something harmful or illegal. I do my share of intervening when I have to.

Lay off. If you don’t like what I’m eating or how much I’m eating, just fuck off. Seriously.

I go to work not having the least bit of care as to what i’m wearing. Especially if I haven’t finished washing my laundry for that week. I mean c’mon sometimes people need a break and try not to care much about how they look as long as they look decent enough to go to work right?

Imagine this.

I walk to work from the corner right across the entrance of Paradise Village in Banilad and walk all the way to NEC located in IT Park and I’m having this monologue in my head.

“man, it’s hot out here. A few years from now I swear I’m gonna get myself a car.” I wipe beads of sweat off my chin and temples. “hmm what was I going to do today? ah right, (certain stuff about work that need not be here).”Then I recall the things that had happened at work and think about how i want today to be light and less stressful. “Sige I’ll be kinder to people I don’t like seeing and I won’t mind not seeing anymore.”

Then I get to the office all sweaty and with blisters in my feet that I easily get because of my overly perspiring feet. The aircon greets me and I first feel the cold on my sweaty nose. Take my shades off and wipe my face. I walk to my cube and try to be all cheerful and nice or not say shit. Then you get greeted with ***not originally in english*** I’m being pointed and laughed at “shant, your hair is all messy.” and I, wanting to have been nice, shot back, “why don’t you try walking all the way to work under the heat of the sun?”

other times I get shit like “haha shant you look like a mom. (looks at me like I’m all dressed up in a ‘daster’” I say “Oh your wearing skinny jeans today.” and I said that line to a guy who wears disturbingly fitting pants. And I don’t say anything till he tried to insulting me. Other times he’s told me I looked fat and made fun out of me for not being a scholar!!! WTF!?! I would have wanted to say “I don’t need any scholarships coz i’m filthy fucking rich!” I swear I’d say that if it were true. I don’t say things ’till I feel like I’ve had it. You dig? LOL.

Anyway on to another incident. A pin-thin, balding, fugly tabon “man” says to me in front of a whole lot of people says with a shriek
english: “shan you’re huge i mean your big!”
bisaya: “shan dako na kaau ka as in tambok na kaayo ka.”
then he looks around and scans if people around us will be laughing at me.

Today, he shouts from his cube, obviously everyone could hear, he says, “hala shan mura na kag mama” I’m like “WTF!?! this guy must have some nerve thinking he’s not fugly i mean come on look at your freaking reflection!! Oh wait, there must be an “against-the-light” thing going on because of his balding head and freakishly huge shiny forehead of his!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you knw what I said? All I said was this “I definitely won’t become the mother of your children!” If I was gonna be a mama i mean :-) I get indecent proposals from this “guy” which is why that was my comeback. eewww! And the funny part is, he wasn’t able to say anything back to me. I said out loud, “wla na siya katingug ga lisud siguro kay ininglis.” –> not the actual line but still to that effect :-)

Lay off, specially when I’m not in the mood and if your just trying to make me the butt of your jokes. I mean is that the best you can do to be funny? Pick on other people? I can do better. Really.

These are just some of things that happen to me at work. You can imagine why it brings the bitch out of me gyud. If I were a little less subtle sos I’d… nevermind. ‘Till the next time they make fun of me then. They’ll see.

*evil grin, really villain-like grin*

Oops..My Bad

It was a very sunny Sunday morning when I woke up scratching my neck n shoulders. I broke into some kind of rash that spread all over my face, arms, neck and chest.

It looked gruesome. I would love to take a picture of it and place it here but I wouldn’t want to spoil your appetite heheh. They looked like red tiny boils that grew from out of nowhere. They say it’s some form of allergy.

Having experienced this ailment in the past, I remembered taking some oral medicines for it. So after mass, the family and I dropped by a pharmacy to buy the med. Here’s what happened…


Shanits gets inside Rose Pharmacy, UC Branch and almost enters the wrong side of the botica, the exit. It was because of my dire need to avoid the metal rod like things that turn when you enter a grocery store. It feels like you have to foist yourself into those things just to get through. It annoys me.
So the guard sees me and points the other way and says,
“miss ngadto lang ta agi pikas miss” (miss just pass the other way miss)
shanits says: ay! sorry bossing hehehe
bossing: (says nothing but gives me a my-that-girl-is-such-an-idiot look. )
Shanits paces her way to the counter and glances at the priority number monitor. It says #92. I pick up a priority number card and it says #93, then I hear a *ding dong*
shanits says: ooh.. must be my lucky part of the day
tindera says: (nothing actually but she looks at me with a raised brow and gave me a what-do-you-want-so-that-you-could-get-off-my-face-sooner look.)
shanits says: miss tag pila ang inyo tavigel?

This time I really get the tindera’s full attention. And she looked as though she wanted to get rid of me immediately! I was like “what?? you have freaking LBM or something and you have to freaking go?” in my mind of course.

tindera says: tag 20.85
shanits says: umm sige miss tulo lang nya kabuok

After a good 5 minutes she hands me my change and the meds. Siga ang mata ni Shanits! Not because of the amount but because of the spelling of the meds. I don’t know why in the world I thought it was spelled Tavigel and not Tavegyl. No wonder the tindera had that look in her face. She must have acted all bruha on me just to keep herself from laughing!

Alright. So it’s freaking Tavegyl and not Tavigel heheheheh
I must have associated the gel with the itch kay dba jellyfish. LOL. Alright I’ll stop.
No excuses for me.
shanits says: oops.. my bad