Of Marriage and the New Year.
Whilst in the car today…
We have this habit where I story tell about my day/week and he listens and either nods or says “uh huh” to respond.
And I have a habit of speaking of random things.
So here’s how it goes…
Me: Oh.. “So” and “so” is getting married like in merely months.
Him: Uh huh.
Me: Was watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians. They were showing Khloe’s wedding and they got decided to get hitched two weeks into dating and got married on their one month anniversary.
Him: (Immediately turns and goes wide eyed) So what are you trying to say?
Me: Nothing. It’s crazy but I got your attention plus wedded bliss isn’t apart of my plans right now.
Him: So you saying you don’t want to get married la?
Me: Not don’t want. Rather get it right once and for all. You think what? I wanna get married 10 times is it.
-.-”
MEN!
They freak when you suggest and even if you don’t.
P.S: I have no plans for wedded bliss even though a number of my peers are doing so. I’m not rushing for it. So get off my back and stop asking. Next one that asks is either winning a kick in the nuts or for the latter is a verbal slap. Trust me, neither is good. Thank you.
P.P.S: By the way, I missed a crucial post. Happy New Year all!
Merry Christmas.
It went as any other day would have.
But the best part of it wasn’t presents because I didn’t get any. It was seeing the whole battalion of people that could pass off as family. Well, it was odd because apart from missing only my man what completed Christmas was these people.
God damn, I love you all.
The part that sucked was prior to that I had a pole up my ass and had to act as if I were fine with super fake and pretentious people. It drives honest me nuts or some just perceive me as mean. Just perhaps a certain few that I felt good to see them.
But then again, I guess it’s why I love the rest extra with pole removed from ass.
Ktnxbai.
I am super insanely irritated.
One question.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
I’m irritated so leave me the fuck alone.
Thank you.
P.S: Lou po, I is not irritated with you. You know I love you.
All the right moves.
“It doesn’t matter what you see,
I know I could never be someone that looks like you.
It doesn’t matter what you say,
I know I could never face someone that could sound like you.”
-One Republic
Currently hooked to the song. It’s got obscure lyrics that could mean something or nothing. Also with a nice beat to it so the drummer in me loves that.
P.S: Somehow I’m not in the mood for Christmas. Shoot me.
I can’t wait!
As the title says so.
Anyone who knows me well enough knows i adore the old fashioned 2D hand drawn cartoons. always seemed more appealing than so called wannabe real 3D. The characters have so much more fantasy and a personality to it. That is what cartoons originally were like right?
Anyways, I don’t care how but i want to watch it and if any kid ruins my movie I will murder the kid and the parents for I know I’ll most probably watch it at night and people it’s way past your kids bedtime so tuck them in before i might be even more worse than the boogeyman.
Got that?
Ktnxbye.
You.
This goes out to ‘you know who you are’.
Dear you,
It took some time for me to get to writing this and it’s not because I’m too busy with my life, it’s because I didn’t have the right things nor words to say. I was left so disappointed in you that it took this much time to sink it in. I’m not mad or disgusted like most would be I’m just disappointed.
I kept hoping that you would change for I know deep down there is good in you but after the first time I gave a chance and then the second followed not too long after yet again not only me but we gave you another chance. I figured that you did change for the better but I couldn’t be more wrong.
I feel disappointed and lied to because rather than the truth it was shaded with all sorts of false truths. If you knew me well enough you’d realize that telling me the truth of your actions would’ve made things very much different from now instead of putting the blame elsewhere.
After everything, I’ve done the best I could as a friend and if I’ve done wrong I’m sorry.
Just for now I’ve decided that you’re on your own. Why? You might think it’s selfish of me or even blame him for it but it has nothing to do with that. I left for the very reason that you have absolutely no respect nor responsibility for yourself so you certainly don’t need me around. For I have respected you and your ways for all these years and thought you grew up and even more so got a sense of responsibility but unfortunately it was just plain bull.
Technically, I didn’t leave you. You left. All by your very own actions.
I hope from now on you have learn to be responsible for your actions. Also I hope that you learn that men are visual creatures, how you portray yourself reflects on how you’re treated. I hope that how you see your own value is exactly the value that the people around of you will treat you. If you don’t value your own life no one else will. Most of all, with me gone I hope that when you sit back and think about who will be there the day you’re gone you see at least someone there and not for their own personal benefits.
I wish you well.
Me.
Away.
I’ve been away from blogging for some time now. Somehow figured why I don’t write as often nowadays. Main reason is because I share absolutely everything with my man. It’s not a bad thing, it’s actually a really good practice. No secrets and just being myself. Don’t really need a second outlet but perhaps sometimes I do but the sometimes I doubt will be happening as frequently as it used to.
Been spending a lot of time alone lately. Been doing quite a bit of thinking. Yet again, not necessarily all that bad. Just remembered how much I enjoyed being alone and burying my head in books but not to a point of neglecting the one human close to me of course.
Guess a lot has been happening lately but it’s a too damn long story and I stopped giving a shit. As Reverend Run once said, “Lettin go of ppl isnt saying,, I hate u.. its just sayin.. I Love Meeee!”
Short and simple yet so damn true.
So for now perhaps some writing every now and then but not as often.
P.S: I only give my attention to those that deserve it for that period of time spent listening, laughing, crying or whatsoever I’d rather make it worthwhile for those worth my time.
of being fake.
excuse me for being rather brutally honest. it’s just me.
i’m tired of entertaining people that run to me each and every time there’s a bloody ‘problem’. the reality of the situation is i have my own shit to deal with and i don’t need to confide in everyone nor tell everyone unless i choose to. those i tell are priveleged or in other words they are people i give a shit about their opinions.
so now you must wonder why i mentioned ‘of being fake’. i’m sick and tired of people that i was dumb enough to think were friends and don’t seem to be there or even mean it when they ask ‘how are you?’
fact is i don’t need you. the one’s i need know darn well who they are. i don’t need endless whining of things that don’t matter to me. you can call me selfish but why whine to me when there are clear solutions and deny the very fact of it? i certainly don’t need to put up with bullshit when you only remember my damn number when you’re drunk or need to whine at me.
i was a dumb ass to be bloody nice to bother wasting my time listening to them one by one. i’m done with my rant.
if you’re a real friend then prove it. i’ve done my part. i know i’ve zoned out alot but it’s because i’m tired of having people that make me feel like a doormat.
the big question remains, would you be there for me as i have been there for you?
P.S: if me ‘being there’ was a lousy job sorry, i did the best i could. from now on, i’m not going to console people no more unless i have an office with a sign outside claiming i’m a shrink. so forgive me for being brutally honest.
of bunny and torque.
Whilst the hippo was studying about torque…
Bunny: the bunny is gonna roll roll roll off the bed the roll into the wall and die.
Hippo: but there isn’t enough torque to die.
Bunny: but the bunny can adjust the long long ears to produce maximum torque.
Hippo: *silence and then starts laughing hysterically*
Bunny: what you laughing about?
Hippo: i’m struggling trying to make sense out of torque here. if there was a bunny college i wouldn’t have to.
Bunny: if there was a bunny college you’d have masters.
And so there you have it. I’m so full of shit.
a beautiful mess.
You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
and Based on your body language,
and shotty cursive I’ve been reading
You’re style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don’t mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are
Although you are biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words, I’m paraphrasing, this relationship we’re staging
And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
kind and courteous is the life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, here we are
Here we are [x7]
We’re still here
what a beautiful mess this is
it’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes.
and through timeless words and priceless pictures
we’ll fly like birds not of this earth
and tides they turn and hearts disfigure
but that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
and we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
but it’s nice today
Oh, the wait was so worth it.
~Jason Mraz
P.S: Just hooked to the song at the moment.
Now i’m off..
