Share the Ube.

So...I've apparently been left here alone while everyone else has gone out shopping. That's...nice? This has been the strangest weekend I've had in I don't know how long. Usually when my day starts out great it ends even better. Guess there's always the exception. Thanks a lot Murphy. You know, I haven't been this upset with my dad since he last drank himself willy nilly when he got a promotion. This week he found out he might get fired. No wonder he's been drinking a whole lot more this year. At least, that's what I'm seeing. I've never met anyone with so many mood swings. And this is not just because he goes all werewolf on us when there's a full moon. He's always been this way. Last Sunday, I had a conversation with one of my cousins about our dads; they're both quite similar in character. She pointed out that while her dad is just as crazy as mine, at least my dad goes to church. I didn't really have the heart to te...

Feeling a whole mixture of emotions right now (besides the sick one). I mean, this weekend was great! One of the very few good ones I've have in a long time. It's just typical that my dad had to ruin it all yesterday. See, we all go to California Adventure for the first to have fun, right? We don't go to make snide remarks about everything we see, we don't go to criticize the amount of people there, we don't go to complain about the prices (although, that's sort of a legit thing), we don't go to show everyone else how bored we are, we don't go to SLEEP THROUGH AN ENTIRE PARADE, we don't go to sit through the entire Aladdin show and NOT LAUGH A SINGLE TIME. And YET! My own father manages to do all those things and then some the entire time we were there. He even makes my mother leave with him early because "he's so bored", leaving my sister, cousin, and I to trek out the rest of the park on our own. Don't get me wrong, it was b...

You know, holding a grudge against someone has a sickening hold on many people. It's like a kind of pleasurable heat that gives us satisfaction in dwelling on that hate and anger. Now I know it's neither healthy nor advisable to have such feelings. God definitely doesn't like it. Hating someone is like hating Him. However, it's...so difficult to let go of it. I don't care how many times you tell me to let it go. It's incredibly painful to let that last vestige of anger go. I WANT to hate that person so much. I WANT to imagine hurting them in every way possible. I WANT to feel the triumph in knowing that I hate them. Only I know this hate. That person may never know, nor care. They may never realize how I feel. But does that bother me? To be honest, no. It makes me feel even more powerful. I have control over someone in my mind; a place where no one else can touch me or hurt me. See, control has been ripped from my hands from so many individuals:...

So, I'm just gonna type a bit. I hope I didn't annoy you guys...but it just 1) freaked me out when he broke the chair and 2) pissed me off that he took out his anger on us again. ANYWAY!! I found a tutorial for girls who are trying to find makeup to go with their glasses. This chick is GOOD =D http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91-EqPzSiRA&feature=related (I don't know about you guys...but I'm not too keen on putting on the false lashes at the end...but it's still a good vid to watch if you gals are wondering how to do makeup when you wear your glasses!) Here's a second one for a smoky eye look when wearing your glasses ^_^ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeT7CsUdEsk&feature=related

Foul. Wicked. Most evil man to walk across my path. He hates me just as I hate him. But to say such rude things in front of guests about me.....AGH!!! Here's the situation as of 10 minutes ago. My mother and I set the dinner table. There isn't enough space. So. I set aside a couple plates for my sister and myself. THEN, my sister sits next to my dad, who tells the guests that they don't need to pay attention to me. WHILE I'M THERE. In Tagalog, of course. Then the guests try to ignore it and save a space for me, which is very nice. And I tell them before we pray that it'll be alright, I'll be fine. But no...my dad likes to add things like, "Sharai, you never know what you're doing" to all the other things he likes to do to make me come across as some kind of imbecile. Like when I make a small mistake, he likes to shake his head so that everyone notices, he likes to laugh sarcastically, he likes to smirk and make insults at me..... Tellin...