i hate you so much

: i cant access my email!!!
then my phone ringing... cant answer it cuz am on the road
after a couple of rings...it stopped
then after a minute...phone ringing again
: how in the fuck can i reply to your text?!
: hi...
: i cant open my email! the sign in screen keeps on popping up
what wrong with the email?! bakit ganun? i cant use my own computer and even get my email
: i changed your password di ba sabi mo nung isang araw na iba ang gusto mong password?
: eh para saan tong ...bleep bleep?!
:wala na yan, i gave yo uthe password tht you would want to us na di ba?
: anong password it? bleep bleep?
: oo yan yun, there's nothing wrong with your account, there's something wrong in whatyou are doing
: anong mali ko dito
: (pikon na pikon na ako) wla ako sa harap ng computer ok papunta pa lang ako sa ofc i-oopen ko yung email mo
: nakakainis nde ko magamit ang sarili kong computer
: o sige tetext kita pag dating ko sa ofc
after a couple of minutes...
1message received: i already was able to access my email thanks! :D
me? deadma.. why would i reply to something that made me so damn mad about?
how many times have you done this to me?
yelling on me over the phone like am some shitty employee of you that i am obliged to follow your every whim?
i do understand that youre pissed off that i wasnt able to accompany you to that fucking concert
but i did my best, i applied for a leave but the thing is, you texted me on a such short notice
you even dont know upto what extent are my efforts are in pleasing you...
i just plain hate you
although youre my friend but it pains me alot that when you are mad...you dont seem to stop and think...if you are hurting someone

love daw!

Love is never easy, butIt turns life into song.
There is no bit of circumstance
That love cannot transform.
There is no weary momentOf anger or despair
That love cannot convert to grace
And render whole and fair.
How passionate the paradise
That comes from knowing well
That someone in your happiness
Finds pleasure for himself.
How sweet the gift of giving to
Someone who gives to you,
A selflessness that gives to self
More self than self is due.
With all the searing madness ofThe world from day to day,
And all the dreary sadness thatNo joy can take away,
There is one truth more beautifulThan anyone can bear:
That two can trust that when they turn
They'll find the other there.