Thursday, 20 May 2010
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Disturbed
I knew about this, I was told about it. But not up until today when I'm scrolling down a blog does it disturb me to the point where my stomach turns in circles.
I can't even begin to explain my anger and frustration. It's just ridiculous. It makes me sick to my stomach that I had given any ounce of respect to a person like that. But now I know how low, pathetic, and heartless that person is; I feel no guilt in cringing at his name. The only guilt I feel is befriending such a person.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
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Wrong Day to Pamper
I've never had my nails done and have kept it long enough to show it off. Yesterday I decided that I deserve a little pampering, and finally got my nails done, and actually didn't wipe it off with alcohol that night.
I'm proud to say, I did it!
However, ironically, the one day that I chose to finally do my nails, after all the managers and employees I've seen before with pedicures and manicures - whatever you call them - just happened to be the wrong day.
What started out right today, turned out wrong. I was on time with my inventory, and ready to put the information in, when my usually cheerful and fun delivery truck driver shows up in a pissy mood. I don't blame him, but his mood sort of rubbed off on me. Afterwards, I recovered to my usual self, continuing with my everyday work. Openning the restaurant was going well, until I openned the safe to find that the safe was off by $40. The deposit bag was left open in hopes that I could recount the safe and deposits and fix this whole problem. You see, I would usually do it and not have much complaint, but the fact that no note was left for me and I was not aware of the situation, hence was not prepared for the situation, I was pissed. It was 9:30, and usually I'd be ahead of schedule, but this totally threw me off. I spent the next thirty minutes trying to figure out the problem. Unfortunately, I was only able to recover $20 from the missing $40. Giving up, I decided to put away to money and continue with my work.
Then, later that afternoon, a health inspector walks in!!!! Yay! How ironic! So the day I decide to do my nails is the day that I shouldn't have done my nails. Luckily, I was able to conceal my fingers from the lady, and the lady was pretty nice, so everything was okay.
I did say I lasted that night, but unfortunately, I wiped off my nails when I got to my mother-in-law's house. Honestly, the nails looked really ugly and bad anyways, so the person who did it wiped it off and will be re-doing my nails on Wednesday.
*sigh* Hopefully Wednesday works better for me.
Monday, 09 November 2009
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Alice
There she was, walking into something she knew was only going to end in tears. As she approached the front door, she could hear her brother yelling angrily at her.
“YOU BITCH! FUCK’N STUPID BITCH!”
She had nothing to say to him, she was only trying to prepare herself for the worse.
The rest of her family was in the house, looking out the door. She could see the disapproving eyes glaring at her with so much anger and animosity. Her sister stood there, holding the door. Alice sensed her sisters warning as they glanced at each other.
As she entered the room, she heard her father’s beaming voice from the other room, “Sit down!” Reluctantly, Alice walked over, trying to keep her eyes away from her parent’s gaze.
Her father’s breath was trembling. It wasn’t the kind of tremble fear would trigger, but rather rage. He tried to control it, “We clearly stated you can’t see him anymore. And here we are, coming home to find that you’ve snuck out with him…”
Alice was silent; she knew there was no room for excuses or reasonable conversation. The time for that had passed long ago.
“Honey, you know he’s not right for you. You know he’ll make your life miserable,” her mother worriedly told her, hoping it would somehow reach the steal-minded brain of Alice. Moments later, her mother’s worried tone evaporated and her raging lecture started to arise. “We came home to find you, and you’re gone! You’ve deliberately disobeyed me. What in the world were you thinking!?”
“I love him, Mom,” unknowingly, the words slipped out of her mouth.
“LOVE HIM! HOW YOU COULD YOU LOVE A MAN LIKE THAT?” Her father stood up, his shadow looming over her.
She knew conversation wouldn’t work, but she had to say something, “He’s a man who deserves a chance, a chance you’ve never given him.”
“That’s it, I’m calling the cops! I’m gonna get that boy locked up, away from you!” The mother went searching for the phone, and Alice sat there, tears streaming down her face.
Her father turned to her sister, “Go get me the hanger.” Her sister stared at her father, hesitating to move.
“Go get me the hanger, boy!” said her father as he switched his eyes to Alice’s brother.
No one moved.
“Fine, I’ll go get it myself!”
Moments later, her father returned with a broom. Alice just sat there, looking at her father. Her tears continued to roll down her face; she never realized he would resort to this.
She knew that in many cases, girls like her really did fall for the wrong guy. Love would be so blind that everything in the world seemed to evolve around that one wrong guy. Some girls would make the rash decision and do whatever it takes to be with their man, and others would eventually give in to their parent’s demand and stop the relationship.
But this was different, and Alice knew this was different.
“So, you think that I won’t do this, huh?” her father taunted her, she did not reply. “You think that I don’t have the guts to use force on you?”
Though he’s never hurt her before, she didn’t doubt the fact that he would now. Yet, she sat there, looking at him. She didn’t plead for him to have mercy, she didn’t say sorry, she didn’t say anything.
His wrath came down on her. All she could do was cry and whimper, curl in a ball, and feel the pain as the broom whipped her body.
Her mother was watching. Alice was almost certain her mother’s gaze was “I told you so.” She prayed. All she could do was pray in her mind that it would stop. Oh, God. Why is this happening? After all that she’s done in her life, she doesn’t deserve this. But here she is, pain struck across her whole body. Everybody was watching and nobody was doing anything to stop it.
“I’m getting that boy busted!” Her mother quickly dialed 911.
“NO, MOM! DAD’S HITTING ALICE!” Her sister reached for the phone and hung up.
Her father stopped. Both her parents stared at each other for a brief moment. “Dad will get in trouble if they see her,” her sister explained.
Moments later, the phone rang; an unlisted number. Alice’s mother answered, trying to hide the shaking of her voice. After clarifying that a child was playing with the phone, she hung up.
Seconds later, lights were coming up the dark driveway. Everyone turned to see who’s car was parked outside.
The doorbell rang. Her sister went to open it, and there he was.
“I’m taking Alice with me,” Drake stood there, staring at Alice’s parents. Behind him was his father, holding the car keys in his hands.
Without hesitating, Drake walked over to Alice and helped her get up. As they left in the car, Alice thought to herself. For a moment there, she had doubted that God would help her escape from the pain that she was living through, but God was there the whole time, planning every moment that occurred.
One has to experience pain and suffering and endure it to reach their destination.
Monday, 14 September 2009
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Black Shadow
Have you ever heard of the Black Shadow?
Though I’m sure in many cultures, similar demons and ghosts exist, this particular ghost is known as the Black Shadow.
When I was young, I was told of a ghost that would appear as a dark shadow, hence its name. Apparently, if you saw a shadow that wasn’t supposed to be there, it signified that you were going to soon encounter the Black Shadow.
An encounter with the Black Shadow would happen at night, when you were sleeping. The ghost, monster, demon, or whatever you’d want to call it, would come into your room and sit on top of you. As he sits on you, you won’t be able to move, and you won’t be able to breathe.
Adding on to the scare, my cousins and sisters would tell me true stories of the Black Shadow’s occurrences.
Of course, I believe in the Black Shadow, I was deadly afraid of it, I just never thought it would happen to me.
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Another one of those dreams again. I hate dreaming about high school. It’s always the same; I can’t find my locker, I don’t remember my locker combination, I don’t know where my classes are, or what my classes are.
As students scattered to their classrooms, I was stuck in the hallway, trying to read the map that happened to appear in my hand. Of course, dreams never made sense, and things always are randomly appearing. Observing the map, I took several turns and ended up on the top floor.
This floor was kind of like a balcony, in the center there was an opening in which you could look down and see the other floors. As I leaned over to take a look, I saw someone standing on the other side of the floor. I glanced up to take a closer look at who it was, but the person was gone. It didn’t bother me much, so I continued to walk around to find my class.
In several places, television sets were hung up on the corner. I stopped to watch the news channel that was on. Apparently, there was a man on the loose, stalking women and doing who knows what to them. Trembling at the thought, I continued to search for my class.
Only this time, I felt as if something was following me.
As I turned at every corner, I started to pick up my pace. I swore, every time I turned to glance at the corner, I would see a man leaning over to see if I was there. The thought of it being the stalker came to me, and I started running around the school to lose him.
When I reached the bottom floor, I ran into the women’s bathroom, hoping that the stalker wouldn’t know where I was. I sat in the first blue stall, and lifted my feet up. Soon enough, I heard footsteps coming towards the women’s bathroom. Slowly, I glanced underneath the stall, and there he was. It was the stalker. He came into the women’s bathroom, and simply glanced under the stalls to see if anyone was there. For some reason, even though I could see him, he didn’t notice me, so he ran out the bathroom.
Though I heard his footsteps moving away, I heard another pair of footsteps approaching the bathroom. I looked under the stall door to see who it was…
A white pair of feet came running into the bathroom, and to the side of my stall. I quickly sat up in surprise.
The white feet were gone, but I felt a presence. As I turned my head to side, I saw a white ghost-like figure move its way from under the blue stall-wall to my side. The smoky-ghost-like figure moved back a little, then rapidly lunged forward into my body.
I woke up, but I couldn’t move. I shut my eyes and appeared back in the blue stall, sitting in the same position in which the ghost had entered me. Still, I couldn’t move.
Again, I woke up. Though my body wouldn’t move, my eyes were roaming around my room, trying to figure out if I was really awake. And I was. My husband had just kissed me goodbye an hour ago, the sun hasn’t come up yet, the room looked just the way I left it.
Again, I shut my eyes and fell back into the bathroom stall.
Again, I opened my eyes to find myself paralyzed. Observing my surroundings once more, I realized there was something different. In front of me, or on top of me, was dark; as if a figure of someone was sitting on me. Everywhere was equally lighted, given the open shade and the outside light. But in front of me was a shadow.
I shut my eyes and there I was, in the blue stall once again. For some reason, I wasn’t afraid. As I sat in the stall, my mouth opened to say the words “God, help me.”
My body jerked once, and I was awake, again. The figure was gone. Slowly I moved my body and rolled over to find my son by my side.
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Though I was dreadfully afraid of the Black Shadow when I was a kid, the same feeling never occurred to me when I was being haunted by the Black Shadow. The funny thing was I didn’t realize it was the Black Shadow until my husband pointed it out later that day.
I had just thought it was all a strange dream.
Do you believe in ghosts?
Saturday, 12 September 2009
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His Take on Marriage
"Marriage is pretty cool."
You could imagine hearing this from a newly wed buddy of yours as you sit down and have a private chat. If you weren't married yourself, you'd probably get all excited and dive into details as to why it's so cool.
But to those of us who are married, we'd stare and blink for a moment, thinking that the married friend by our side is out of his or her mind. They have no idea what's in store for them.
My husband and I have been married for five years. These five years I'm proud of. Although so many people doubted us in the beginning, saying we wouldn't past a year, we've proven them wrong. I'm happy we're still together, it doesn't mean we've had the perfect life. Behind the smile and laughter that our friends see everyday, my husband and I are like fire and water.
Too often have we gotten into fights over the stupidest things, and too often have I kept the hurt to myself enable to avoid another conflict. Freedom between both of us is heavier on one side than the other, and acknowledgement and appreciation were hard to come by. There were times where we'd scream at eachother, to the point where people would think we're ripping eachothers' head off. I feel so ashamed and guilty that my son would hear us arguing. He would even try to distract us somehow just to get us to stop, or at times, I'm sure he would blame himself. I'm not proud of our conflicts and how it has created scars in our marriage life and in my son's life. Marriage really isn't too cool...
...at times...
My husband and I were laying on our bed. The shades were drawn, blocking the natural bright light of the sun. We were both staring into eachothers' eyes, talking about random things; when suddenly, he said it.
"Marriage is pretty cool."
Five years into our marriage and I have never heard him say that ever, nor has he ever commented about how great it is to be married to me. But there he was, boasting about how lucky he was to have me, and how its been a "cool" experience.
The past year has been a year of rebuilding. Little did we know, we were slowly making compromises and trying to find a better understanding of where our life stood and how we could fix it. Now that I think about it, our relationship has actually gotten stronger than its ever been. It reminds me of a quote I came up with when my husband and I first dated...
"Love does not exist without a struggle, nor does it survive without a fight."
The point is, there will always be a storm. We just have to wait it out. It may take a while, but the sun will shine again, making everything seem brighter than usual.
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