Last Saturday, as I was just hanging around work before I started for my graveyard shift (11pm-7am), the guy this was about was at work with me as well. We’re friends (insert really big smile here).

As I was trying to squeeze in through some boxes because the hallway was kind of stuffed with deliveries for our store, I managed to break my friend’s (er, another friend) already broken earphones, haha.

Me: Awwww hahaha, -friend who owns earphones- is going to kill me.
Him: Hmmm?
Me: Yeah, see. -shows the piece of electronics that I killed…more- Oh shit, hahaha.
Him: Haha, I wasn’t looking at that. I was busy looking at something else. *grin*
Me: o_O? (Typical response I should really get rid off, haha)

A few moments later, I remembered hearing “Whoo cleavage” as I was busy ranting about the earphones that I killed.

Asshole.

(Also, I find it disturbing that I find pervertedness hilarious. There is something wrong with me.)

Tonight, I was showing Friend 1 that I had a cute picture with my ‘baby’. Foolish me didn’t bother to check the link I was giving him because it was a Facebook link anyways. You know what the link directed to? The picture of the guy I like who happens to be a mutual friend of ours. He doesn’t know that I like him. Friend 1 doesn’t know.

I had the link copy-pasted because Friend 2 wanted to see a picture of said guy that I liked.

So yeah. I spent about 2 minutes swearing to Friend 2 while trying to cover up my failure.

What makes it worse is I’ll see said guy I like and Friend 1 tomorrow. Someone invent the time machine now please while I go try to forget about this.

Sigh, massive fail is massive fail.

I just feel like working out.

And yay, the sun is out. I have a love-hate relationship with summer. I don’t like being uber-fricking-warm because it reminds me of the Philippines and I go into this emo-leave-me-alone mood. I love it because… it makes me feel all happy and shizz. Two completely opposite things, I know.

Also, summer gives me an excuse to take long-assed baths. Hahaha.

Meep, the down side of this whole working out spell is that I get hungry easily.

Totally incoherent entry I know. How’s your summer so far (now that it’s starting)?

Here are a few things I did tonight to cheer myself up:

• Napped. Oh the joys of napping/sleeping. I think this was the thing that helped me cheer up the most. Disregard the fact that I ranted in my head to sleep while listening to some pretty angsty/emo songs (My Chemical Romance and The Rasmus anyone?). My friends wonder how the hell I manage to sleep through these songs, but I do. After my glorious nap, I was still quite bitter, but not as bitter as earlier when I was breathing like a serial killer.
• Pretty-fied myself. Hahaha, pretty-fied myself, lmao. Researches say that when you think you look good, you will feel good. Really, it’s perfectly okay to stand in front of a mirror and go “Damn, I look good.” once in a while. You don’t have to dress up for anyone, you can just dress up for yourself. You can also use this excuse to go therapy shopping, if you want
• Laughed at myself. Going back to the previous point, you can see that I laughed at my own pathetic excuse for a word. If I can be mad, frustrated and annoyed at myself, I sure as hell can laugh at myself. Trust me, there are plenty reasons to laugh at yourself. Besides, isn’t laughing healthy?
• Ranted. My own personal private Tumblr hosts my rants. Boy oh boy is it filled with swear words (in both English and Filipino. Spanish just you wait, I will conquer you! *cackles*) right now. They’re mostly directed at myself, anyways. Ranting incoherently helps. If you think you might end up pounding at your keyboard, potentially destroying said keyboard, just grab a piece of paper and write. Scribble. Doodle. Stab the paper? Wait, no. You get my point.
• Write. I wrote poetry the other day I was frustrated. Sucky poetry, but it helped.
• Listen to music. Do not listen to dreary songs if you want to cheer yourself up, common sense. I would suggest listening to instrumental songs with a happy beat so there are no lyrics that’ll make you think. I recently Stumbled on this website that helped A LOT. (What Mood Are You In?)
• Sniff something. No, not pot, I am talking about aromatherapy. Well, not really, because I haven’t got the faintest clue as to what that is. I put on my favourite lotion (Vanilla! Yay, The Body Shop!) and its scent kind of calmed me down.
• Distract yourself. If you keep thinking about what frustrates you right now, you might actually end up smashing your head against something really hard and concrete. If you don’t know how, kindly install the StumbleUpon toolbar on your browser, it helps. There’s also Tumblr, Muxtape, Flickr and Deviantart. The intarwebs is a vast place, my good friend, and lots of treasures await.

So now, not only do I look good, smell awesome, but I am also not as bitter as earlier. (I have a tendency to hold grudges so it takes me a while to un-bitter myself, haha). Eating is also a good way to help yourself, but eating emotionally is not good since it often leads to becoming overweight. Eating can be an addiciton, apparently. I’m sure there are more ways to cheer yourself up when you’re feeling down, frustrated and bitter.

What do you do when you feel like that? Feel free to share your own advices and stuff.

(OH. And be sure to give your mother a hug! Happy Mother’s day to your mommies and grannies and to all the moms you know :D)

Basically, I asked for a week off from work and they let me have it (like they’re supposed to, haha). I told my friend and he basically told me that I’m going to be bored. Well, I probably wouldn’t be. I probably would be catching up on lost sleep. There’s also one thing I’ve thought of doing this week: running.

I need 80 hours of physical activities to be able to graduate high school (BC education system, why do you torment me so? -woe-), and I should get off my butt and start doing something. So, I will try to do something this week.

And on a random note, I keep on hearing Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis. I really wouldn’t mind, but that song is kinda tied to this person these entries are tied to. It just annoys the fangirl out of me.

It’s supposed to be pretty in spring. You know, cherry blossoms and all that shit. Not snow, not hail, not freaking thunderstorms.

I sound so bitter, yeah. It’s probably because I am typing this with a runny nose and high-on-Tylenol brain, hahaha.

Oh also, it’s sunny, but it’s fricken cold. I’m used to sun all around as the main weather, but I’m pretty sure North America is supposed to have more than just “SNOW” as a weather, am I right?

Sigh Vancouver, what is going on with you?

Alright, so recently, my friends have been going “What! Working again? How do you even do your homework?” on me because, I’ve been working so much. Here’s my schedule for the coming week to prove this:

So yeah, I have got no idea how I’m still alive right now, but I am, thank God. On a lighter note: I can’t wait to watch Forbidden Kingdom on Friday! That’s what I’m looking forward to the most this week! I’ve heard stuff about the plot of the movie, but really, all I want to see is the awesome fight scenes in glorious HD.

Do you think you manage your time properly? Ever have crazy weeks where you have to just go-go-go? Hehe, how do/did you survive?

What’s been bugging me though is the fact that my parents, my mom especially, are starting to keep tabs on me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not doing anything bad or illegal, which is probably why I don’t like being “monitored”.

Maybe I’m getting a bit defensive over this whole issue, but I don’t know, whenever my parents ask me where I was and then nag me for not calling or whatever, “PRIVACY, PLZ.” is what pops in my head. I think I’m developing a rebellious stint in my persona, oh deary me.

Then again, maybe it’s the way I translate their questions into my head. Few example questions:

• I want to know where you are, what time you’re going home and who you’re with. If you don’t, you won’t be able to go out. You won’t like what I’m going to do. (This is real, by the way. Scarier is that she wrote this in English too. O_o)
• I want you to call every time if you’re going home late. I don’t care what you’re doing. I don’t care if you’re hanging out with friends, I want you to call!

My inner self argues that they don’t need to meet my friends, because they raised me, therefore they should know that I wouldn’t associate myself with “suspecting” people. I sure do hope boys don’t count as suspecting people to them… that’d be just sad at my age. Besides, I do bring my friends over. I do call them when I go out, and tell them if I’m coming home late, usually it’s my mother who calls first though. I don’t know if she effing sits by the clock or something.

I get it, they’re worried, but can’t they lay off a bit? I know Vancouver is dangerous, I walk by homeless people (although I’m pretty sure not all of them are dangerous) and their huge dogs every time I go to work. I even see some dangerous looking people on the Skytrain. Seriously though, this whole thing makes me feel stupid and untrustworthy (haha, is that even a word?).

This whole thing makes me wonder about the stuff they did when they were 18 back in the Philippines. They were already in University at my age (different education system and the shizz)… so yes, quite curious as to why they act all paranoid like this.

I can’t wait to tell them that I might take half a year to a year off before going to college and that I want to move out.

They’d probably laugh at me and tell me I won’t survive by myself because I can’t cook or something. Whatever.

Although, I really do need to learn how to cook food, soon. I don’t think I’d like surviving on McDonald’s. Just the thought makes me cringe, meeep.

Are there ever times when you feel your parents are being too suffocating? Did you ever do anything about it? Think I’m being too angsty? Feel free to whack me in the head or something, I won’t mind.

I would diagnose myself as a chronic napper. I need to take a nap, an they usually end up being 4 hour naps. My body clock, as my friend nicely puts it, is indeed facked up.

But really… I’m just wondering, is it just me who gets attacked by the Lazies? Maybe it’s because end of school is soon approaching and my body is going into summer mode way too quickly? I don’t really know. What I do know is that I am feeling so freaking lazy right now, it ain’t even funny. Someone slap me! I’ll give you… spaghetti!

The only productive (if you can even call it that) thing I’ve managed to do is install a dock for Vista. Hehe. My laptop acts all weird during start-up still, though. Ah wells.

I need to find ways to combat the Lazies, I swear. I am not the type of student who does not hand in stuff, and look what I’ve been doing these past few days. I failed to hand in a program for programming class and two pieces for writing class. True, they may be slack courses, but really, who wants to fail their slack courses? That’s pretty sad.

I am considering that I shouldn’t take naps anymore. I would say sleep early, but that’s highly unlikely for me. Hmm, maybe I should do homework at school, stay there until I finish them all. Recently, I’ve found out that I get distracted more at home, with my bed and my laptop and yeaaaaah.

Ho-hum. I need to get rid of the Lazies soon.

Right… so I think I am resurrecting myself from the blogging death I put myself in. That sounded so grammatically wrong, but we are moving on. Nothing much has happened to me during my hiatus. Actually well, I think I got to enjoy “having a life” as people call it. Although really, I’ve just been working with friends. It’s pretty scary finding out that I enjoy working where I work. Whenever I get asked where I work, and for how long, people always gasp and go “LEAVE. Find another job!” (Hint: … golden arches?)

But yeah… it’s just one of those things you never expected to happen to you.

School-wise, I think I need to put more effort to it. For some reason, when I decided I was going to go to college instead of university (I still have to break my father’s heart… he wants me to go straight to Uni. Hurr.), my brain went “OH PSH. Screw school, you’re going to get in, anyways.”

And yeah… I’m taking Family Management 12 next year. Nooo idea what the hell that is, but I’m taking it with my friend. Should be fun… I hope.

That’s it. Same old boring life of a teenager. Also, I have been wondering whether the legal age for Vancouver/British Columbia is 18 or 19. Am so confuzzled.

How’s everything for you guys?