Two kinds of unlovable people.

Some people are nice only when you are talking to them, im front if them or your presence is being felt by them but once you have turned around and/or gone away, then they start saying things you wont imagine these people will say about you.

And then there are these people that try to say what they wanna say about and/ or to you by shouting or murmuring while you are far away or is not directly talking to them.

These kind of persons are whom I hate the most. Why cant they be brave enough to be able to say the things they want to say about you face to face. COWARDICE. Backstabbers.

Misunderstandings and childish quarrel will be lessened if less people avoid this kind of attitude.

If you wakt to say something to someone, may it be good or not, be brave enough and face him. That will be a lot better conversation.

bad dream

after our first Exam this morning, I went home to sleep a little before buying tickets for Equus.
I Woke up almost crying :(
my dream was so bad that i dont want to sleep ever again. :(
so here’s  the story:
it was a typical wednesday afternoon at school,i was walking through the corridors, reading some notes when my phone rang..
it was Git’s mom, she was  crying…
she told me that Gits died fifteen minuets ago because of heart attack. my jaw dropped in disbelief. i froze for a minuet and then rushed to their home to see him.
he was wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans. his body was curled in a position that his head was almost touching his foot. maybe he was in severe pain.
..suddenly, as any dreams would always happen, i saw the past, during the attack.
he was alone in their living room,watching television, eating junkfoods when suddenly his chest started to tingle, as minuets pass by,the pain intensifies. he was shouting loudly but no one could hear him …and then the screaming vanished, his eyes shut, he was relieved, his heavy breathing stopped…he was dead.
i was crying (in my dream) all the while i was seeing how he yelled for help but nobody could hear him and all the while he was in intense pain and i can do nothing but watch.
i woke up when he was being transferred to a white bed…buti na lang nag alarm naang cellphone ko!
i was alone in our room and my vision was blurred of tears which just couldn’t fall.
i dont want to sleep again. so i left our room.
i wish i wont dream like this especially of him in it again. :(