Anyway, made the perfect one that is probably my life motto.
Makes sense, I'd like to think so.
Showing posts with label complain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label complain. Show all posts
Keep Calm and Just Complain.
on Sunday, August 7, 2011
Found this awesome Keep Calm-o-matic Generator. Made myself one. --Oor rather, a few. you know, for future use such as "Keep Calm and Then Die" and "Keep Calm and Stay Awesome"
Anyway, made the perfect one that is probably my life motto.
Makes sense, I'd like to think so.
Anyway, made the perfect one that is probably my life motto.
Makes sense, I'd like to think so.
Today's Complaint: My grandfather.
on Saturday, August 6, 2011
Let me start off with this: I hate my paternal grandfather.
Okay, before negative thoughts enter your mind with how I must be crazy for hating someone who is thought to be a kind and gentle creature, let me explain my relationship with my grandfather. There is none. And more than anything, he makes my life a living hell.
My family lives with my grandparents. Technically, it's my grandmother's house, but Bert (that's his name) treats it as if it's his own and he never lets any of us forget it. So, let me cite instances when he's being a douche (by that, I mean those instances when he's more douche-y than usual, 'cause he's a douche 100% of the time)
1. It was my finals week and I had to print 10 copies of a colored storybook. I sent it off to the printers and one afternoon they called me saying there was a problem. I had to go to their office. Now the thing is, I had no car that day. My grandfather had both his cars in the garage. Now, I politely made my way to his room and asked if I could borrow one of them. He said no. He said I was irresponsible and that I would probably crash it. I called up my driver and asked him to drive me. I told Bert the driver would drive me. He said no. It's his cars and he can do whatever he wants with it. The office I had to go to was a mere 2 or 3 blocks away. He told me to walk. Really. REALLY. R-E-A-L-L-Y.
Still not convinced?
(To understand this second one, please keep in mind that my grandfather is OBESE)
2. We once ate out at Shakey's. He asked me to cut him a slice of pizza. When I was handing him the slice, he was pushing it away and telling me he only wanted half. And since I don't believe that that fat bastard is ever on a diet, I kept shoving him the whole pizza slice just telling him to take the whole damn thing. He pushed it away and it fell on the floor. He got mad at me. He said I'm such a waste. Then he cut himself half a slice. When the whole pizza was finished, guess what he did. (trust me, you wouldn't be able to guess) HE PICKED UP THE PIECE THAT FELL ON THE FLOOR. Seriously?! SERIOUSLY.
Oh, here's a good one. That only happened like a couple of minutes ago. (The reason why I'm actually writing this blog because I'm very pissed off)
3. My sister has her friends over tonight. They ordered food and bought drinks. I'm sitting on our dinning room table doing some work while eating. Yeah, I'm a multi-tasker, I swear. So anyway, my sister gave me speakers and told me to play music. So I did. Then Bert shows up and obviously walks towards me because he sees food and grabs himself a plate. Then he starts getting mad at me telling me to lower down the music 'cause Pam has friends over and they're trying to talk and they can't talk with all the music playing. I told him Pam told me to play music. And it's like he wasn't listening to me 'cause he was like telling me what's wrong with you can't you see they don't want music. YEAH BERT. THEY REALLY DON'T WANT MUSIC. THEY ONLY MAKE REQUESTS EVERY NOW AND THEN.
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AAAAAHHHHHHH I SWEAR I HATE HIM. And I only mentioned 3 instances. I probably have like 10, just at the top of my head. He's an asshole. I kind of hope he dies soon, but I know it's unfair to wish for that. And I can't hate him completely. He did contribute one good, no, make that GREAT, thing in this world. & that's my dad. And Dear Lord, please don't make my dad anything like him. Please please please.
Okay, before negative thoughts enter your mind with how I must be crazy for hating someone who is thought to be a kind and gentle creature, let me explain my relationship with my grandfather. There is none. And more than anything, he makes my life a living hell.
My family lives with my grandparents. Technically, it's my grandmother's house, but Bert (that's his name) treats it as if it's his own and he never lets any of us forget it. So, let me cite instances when he's being a douche (by that, I mean those instances when he's more douche-y than usual, 'cause he's a douche 100% of the time)
1. It was my finals week and I had to print 10 copies of a colored storybook. I sent it off to the printers and one afternoon they called me saying there was a problem. I had to go to their office. Now the thing is, I had no car that day. My grandfather had both his cars in the garage. Now, I politely made my way to his room and asked if I could borrow one of them. He said no. He said I was irresponsible and that I would probably crash it. I called up my driver and asked him to drive me. I told Bert the driver would drive me. He said no. It's his cars and he can do whatever he wants with it. The office I had to go to was a mere 2 or 3 blocks away. He told me to walk. Really. REALLY. R-E-A-L-L-Y.
Still not convinced?
(To understand this second one, please keep in mind that my grandfather is OBESE)
2. We once ate out at Shakey's. He asked me to cut him a slice of pizza. When I was handing him the slice, he was pushing it away and telling me he only wanted half. And since I don't believe that that fat bastard is ever on a diet, I kept shoving him the whole pizza slice just telling him to take the whole damn thing. He pushed it away and it fell on the floor. He got mad at me. He said I'm such a waste. Then he cut himself half a slice. When the whole pizza was finished, guess what he did. (trust me, you wouldn't be able to guess) HE PICKED UP THE PIECE THAT FELL ON THE FLOOR. Seriously?! SERIOUSLY.
Oh, here's a good one. That only happened like a couple of minutes ago. (The reason why I'm actually writing this blog because I'm very pissed off)
3. My sister has her friends over tonight. They ordered food and bought drinks. I'm sitting on our dinning room table doing some work while eating. Yeah, I'm a multi-tasker, I swear. So anyway, my sister gave me speakers and told me to play music. So I did. Then Bert shows up and obviously walks towards me because he sees food and grabs himself a plate. Then he starts getting mad at me telling me to lower down the music 'cause Pam has friends over and they're trying to talk and they can't talk with all the music playing. I told him Pam told me to play music. And it's like he wasn't listening to me 'cause he was like telling me what's wrong with you can't you see they don't want music. YEAH BERT. THEY REALLY DON'T WANT MUSIC. THEY ONLY MAKE REQUESTS EVERY NOW AND THEN.
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AAAAAHHHHHHH I SWEAR I HATE HIM. And I only mentioned 3 instances. I probably have like 10, just at the top of my head. He's an asshole. I kind of hope he dies soon, but I know it's unfair to wish for that. And I can't hate him completely. He did contribute one good, no, make that GREAT, thing in this world. & that's my dad. And Dear Lord, please don't make my dad anything like him. Please please please.
Today's Complaint: Clearance.
on Monday, August 1, 2011
So, last week I logged on to my my.lasalle account (side note: I attend college at De La Salle University and we have a university portal where students can log on and enroll for courses, check their grades and etc.) to check my clearance. Enrollment was going to be next week (which is this week, specifically tomorrow) and I had to be declared CLEARED from all departments to be able to enroll. --My last term, nonetheless. When I clicked on the 'View Clearance' link, BOOM. Guess what I saw.
Apparently, what sprung from my 23-unit term + org work + training was that I forgot to return 4 books in the library, pay the remaining 1/3 balance of my tuition, and do my 4 hours of community service. --Okay, so the community service part I was totally avoiding, but the others, I had no clue about. Out of fear that I wasn't going to be able to enroll, I really stressed in fixing everything. That was on a Thursday. Today is a Monday. I just checked my my.lasalle account again and...
YAY. I can enroll for tomorrow! So, I guess, this wasn't really a complaint. More of a rave. Or whatever is the opposite of a rant. Toodles! (okay, wtf? I don't know either.)
Apparently, what sprung from my 23-unit term + org work + training was that I forgot to return 4 books in the library, pay the remaining 1/3 balance of my tuition, and do my 4 hours of community service. --Okay, so the community service part I was totally avoiding, but the others, I had no clue about. Out of fear that I wasn't going to be able to enroll, I really stressed in fixing everything. That was on a Thursday. Today is a Monday. I just checked my my.lasalle account again and...
YAY. I can enroll for tomorrow! So, I guess, this wasn't really a complaint. More of a rave. Or whatever is the opposite of a rant. Toodles! (okay, wtf? I don't know either.)
Today's Complaint: Traffic! (& backseat drivers!)
on Wednesday, July 20, 2011
If you live in Manila, you'd understand what I mean. TRAFFIC IS A BITCH. And not just any bitch, but the kind that you tell all friends is whore because it gets around! I mean, I was on my way home from watching Cirque du Soleil (BEST EFFING SHOW EVER, BTW) at 10 pm. You'd think at that time it would be smooth sailing. But no. It was so traffic I wanted to pull hair out and succumb to road rage. And if the traffic wasn't bad enough, my sister (who just got back from Finland and hasn't driven in like a month of so) decides to be a backseat driver! "Shift down", "Stop swerving!", "Turn right" --YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!
So, I did what any normal person would've done. I lost it. I told her, "Listen, if you want to drive, go ahead! But oops, oh wait, you can't! SO STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO! I'm already so pissed off with all this traffic!" Then we sat in silence the whole trip home.
But still, really, Cirque du Soleil was hella awesome. It was so awesome, in fact, that I won't even let the traffic ruin my night. I will sleep in peace, dreaming about flight and acrobatics.
So, I did what any normal person would've done. I lost it. I told her, "Listen, if you want to drive, go ahead! But oops, oh wait, you can't! SO STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO! I'm already so pissed off with all this traffic!" Then we sat in silence the whole trip home.
But still, really, Cirque du Soleil was hella awesome. It was so awesome, in fact, that I won't even let the traffic ruin my night. I will sleep in peace, dreaming about flight and acrobatics.
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