It's been 23 days four hours and seventeen minutes since I last saw my boyfriend. My goodness, what kind of relationship am I in? Uso ba to ngayon?
It's exams week for him. I understand why he doesn't have the time but I'm feeling very insecure right now. I just want to know that he's thinking of me.
Two or three days to go. I can do this!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
To You
You know what, I hate you! I hate you for being so damn perfect. My list is full of check marks, thanks to you. I hate you because you made me realize how miserable and lonely I am.
I was perfectly fine without you. I have my boy toys and they have me. I thought that you were just going to be another addition to the list but then you go kissing me and then asking me to be your girlfriend. You even told me that you're never going to leave me like what the others did. I know I shouldn't believe it. I never believed it when the others said it but I believe you.
Damn it. I miss you. I want to see you so badly right now. You know it made me wish that I was so much easier. I should have said yes the first and second time you asked me to be your girlfriend. So I wouldn't be this uneasy and crazy.
This is pathetic.
Again, why should you be so damn perfect? What's wrong with you? Aside from the fact that you're too damn busy. You're handsome and successful. You're older. You don't smoke. You're sweet. When I'm with you, I feel weak in the knees. I get goosebumps all over. And every time before I see you, I get nervous and anxious. I'm just like a lovesick high school girl drooling over her crush. It's not me.
I don't think I love you. I know that I definitely like you. If I didn't, I wouldn't be cyberstalking you. No luck with that one. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't go around digging for flaws and your wrongs. If I didn't like you I wouldn't be hoping for this to work out. But I'm hoping it will.
You made me rethink my position on love and marriage. I was determined to never feel that way again. I was a feminist. I was going to be successful without a man by my side. It'll just be me. I was already prepared to stick it out alone. I've gotten accustomed to cold Christmases and flowerless Valentine's days and dateless birthdays. You even got me thinking about pregnancy and babies. Take note that the word babies is plural in form. And I never thought about getting married before I'm thirty but then I met you and all that changed. It's not that I really want to get married in the next two to three years. But if you're in the picture, I just might rethink my future plans.
If you're going to leave eventually, please leave now. I don't really need the drama. Most of the people I know major in drama so I don't really need one in my life right now or ever.
No, don't leave. I don't want you to leave. I want to see where this goes. Please ask me out soon. I really want to say yes to you so that you'll be obligated to text me and see me at least once a week.
Damn, I hate not being in control.
I miss you. Donna says "Patience is a virtue". I say "Waiting is hell." But that's all I can do. I know you're not a jerk. Prove me right this time.
I was perfectly fine without you. I have my boy toys and they have me. I thought that you were just going to be another addition to the list but then you go kissing me and then asking me to be your girlfriend. You even told me that you're never going to leave me like what the others did. I know I shouldn't believe it. I never believed it when the others said it but I believe you.
Damn it. I miss you. I want to see you so badly right now. You know it made me wish that I was so much easier. I should have said yes the first and second time you asked me to be your girlfriend. So I wouldn't be this uneasy and crazy.
This is pathetic.
Again, why should you be so damn perfect? What's wrong with you? Aside from the fact that you're too damn busy. You're handsome and successful. You're older. You don't smoke. You're sweet. When I'm with you, I feel weak in the knees. I get goosebumps all over. And every time before I see you, I get nervous and anxious. I'm just like a lovesick high school girl drooling over her crush. It's not me.
I don't think I love you. I know that I definitely like you. If I didn't, I wouldn't be cyberstalking you. No luck with that one. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't go around digging for flaws and your wrongs. If I didn't like you I wouldn't be hoping for this to work out. But I'm hoping it will.
You made me rethink my position on love and marriage. I was determined to never feel that way again. I was a feminist. I was going to be successful without a man by my side. It'll just be me. I was already prepared to stick it out alone. I've gotten accustomed to cold Christmases and flowerless Valentine's days and dateless birthdays. You even got me thinking about pregnancy and babies. Take note that the word babies is plural in form. And I never thought about getting married before I'm thirty but then I met you and all that changed. It's not that I really want to get married in the next two to three years. But if you're in the picture, I just might rethink my future plans.
If you're going to leave eventually, please leave now. I don't really need the drama. Most of the people I know major in drama so I don't really need one in my life right now or ever.
No, don't leave. I don't want you to leave. I want to see where this goes. Please ask me out soon. I really want to say yes to you so that you'll be obligated to text me and see me at least once a week.
Damn, I hate not being in control.
I miss you. Donna says "Patience is a virtue". I say "Waiting is hell." But that's all I can do. I know you're not a jerk. Prove me right this time.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Mark Rubio
Believe it or not, I had my first boyfriend at the very young age of 11. It was nothing serious though. I was just curious that's all. And maybe it's because I gave into peer pressure. It's stupid really. It wasn't love. It wasn't infatuation. It wasn't even a crush. It was just because I was young and curious.
His name is Mark and unfortunately, he's my first boyfriend. I don't remember how and what happened when it happened. Thank goodness. All I know that there were two months in the year 2000 that I was a girlfriend. We didn't really do anything together. We hang out in school. He'd call me sometimes. We never really talked. We just sit down beside each other. He'd hold my hand. I don't even remember if he treated me to lunch or something.
The thing I do remember most about him is when my friend and I were in the bathroom, we heard someone singing from the outside. Mark was doing a rendition of the song, "Labs ko si Babe". *puke* I don't really know that song. All I know is that it came from a teleserye with the same title and Jolina Magdangal was starring in it. We didn't have TFC so that's all I know about it.
He was an asshole then. He's still an asshole now. I don't get it why a lot of girls fell for that person. He's like the "syota ng bayan."
When we broke up, he cried and then after he punched the wall with his fist. Okay? My classmates were telling me all about it and he expected sympathy from me. I don't really care. I am convinced that the crying and punching the wall thing was just an act. A very rehearsed act for that matter. He probably does that everytime someone breaks up with him. We were only in the sixth grade and he had what, 5 girlfriends?
I don't know which one of us contacted the other first. It might have been me or it might have been him but it doesn't really matter. I think it was around two years ago that we began to get in touch. He gave me his number and out of good faith, I texted him. He began texting me continuously for days. He often would give hints about the two of us and what it would will it be like if we will get back together. For goodness sake, he's a guy. He shouldn't be giving out hints. He should be just saying it. Either way, it won't work for me.
I remember meeting up with him and other friends from our high school. I brought my sister along of course. Early in the night, we were already at each other's throats and just a little later, we weren't speaking anymore. I have painted him a very big picture that nothing is ever going to happen with us AGAIN. I think he got it. Then after some time, he texted me again. This time it wasn't about us or getting back together. The stupid fool wanted to borrow money from me. The nerve of that jerk!
In the end, I never lent him money. I think he tried to borrow from me thrice. All unsuccessful.
He wants to meet up with me. I asked him what good will it do if I meet up with him. Will my life change if I meet up with him? You know what the prick said? He said, "Oo. Mababago ko buhay mo pati buhay ng pamilya mo mababago ko." Oh my Freaking Banana! Could you imagine the nerve of that guy? *furious. trying to breathe to relax*
His name is Mark and unfortunately, he's my first boyfriend. I don't remember how and what happened when it happened. Thank goodness. All I know that there were two months in the year 2000 that I was a girlfriend. We didn't really do anything together. We hang out in school. He'd call me sometimes. We never really talked. We just sit down beside each other. He'd hold my hand. I don't even remember if he treated me to lunch or something.
The thing I do remember most about him is when my friend and I were in the bathroom, we heard someone singing from the outside. Mark was doing a rendition of the song, "Labs ko si Babe". *puke* I don't really know that song. All I know is that it came from a teleserye with the same title and Jolina Magdangal was starring in it. We didn't have TFC so that's all I know about it.
He was an asshole then. He's still an asshole now. I don't get it why a lot of girls fell for that person. He's like the "syota ng bayan."
When we broke up, he cried and then after he punched the wall with his fist. Okay? My classmates were telling me all about it and he expected sympathy from me. I don't really care. I am convinced that the crying and punching the wall thing was just an act. A very rehearsed act for that matter. He probably does that everytime someone breaks up with him. We were only in the sixth grade and he had what, 5 girlfriends?
I don't know which one of us contacted the other first. It might have been me or it might have been him but it doesn't really matter. I think it was around two years ago that we began to get in touch. He gave me his number and out of good faith, I texted him. He began texting me continuously for days. He often would give hints about the two of us and what it would will it be like if we will get back together. For goodness sake, he's a guy. He shouldn't be giving out hints. He should be just saying it. Either way, it won't work for me.
I remember meeting up with him and other friends from our high school. I brought my sister along of course. Early in the night, we were already at each other's throats and just a little later, we weren't speaking anymore. I have painted him a very big picture that nothing is ever going to happen with us AGAIN. I think he got it. Then after some time, he texted me again. This time it wasn't about us or getting back together. The stupid fool wanted to borrow money from me. The nerve of that jerk!
In the end, I never lent him money. I think he tried to borrow from me thrice. All unsuccessful.
He wants to meet up with me. I asked him what good will it do if I meet up with him. Will my life change if I meet up with him? You know what the prick said? He said, "Oo. Mababago ko buhay mo pati buhay ng pamilya mo mababago ko." Oh my Freaking Banana! Could you imagine the nerve of that guy? *furious. trying to breathe to relax*
Friday, April 24, 2009
Meynard Guerra
Meynard Guerra has been a friend of mine since elementary school. His Dad and my Dad were members of PICPA in Jeddah while his Mom and my Mom were officemates. We can say that we were pretty close.
He used to be a cute kid though. What the hell happened? Sigh. Nothing we can do about that anymore.
I'm really a friendly person so I try to be friendly towards him (read: plastic) but I just can't look at him without thinking of the thing my friend said he did. I won't reveal what he did because I promise to keep everything PG13 in here.
I really do want to believe he's a person with a good heart but he does things that contradict that. What kind of decent person would pick a fight with the mother of his ex-girlfriend? Sometimes, he amazes me on how stupidly courageous he can get. Freaking Banana, he doesn't have the body, the heart and the respiratory system to pick fights with other people.
He tells my friend that he's hung up over his ex but then he has other girlfriends. Why can't he just plain straight out say to my friend that he doesn't like her just because? It may hurt for a while but at least my friend can get over him quickly rather than just hoping that maybe someday Meynard will love her. He keeps her hanging around when she shouldn't anymore. He texts her when he's lonely or he's bored. For the love of Banana, she's not a clown. Her purpose in life is not to entertain you, stupid fart!
Yes, boys will be boys but that doesn't give you any reason to act like a bitch! What a total drama queen.
He used to be a cute kid though. What the hell happened? Sigh. Nothing we can do about that anymore.
I'm really a friendly person so I try to be friendly towards him (read: plastic) but I just can't look at him without thinking of the thing my friend said he did. I won't reveal what he did because I promise to keep everything PG13 in here.
I really do want to believe he's a person with a good heart but he does things that contradict that. What kind of decent person would pick a fight with the mother of his ex-girlfriend? Sometimes, he amazes me on how stupidly courageous he can get. Freaking Banana, he doesn't have the body, the heart and the respiratory system to pick fights with other people.
He tells my friend that he's hung up over his ex but then he has other girlfriends. Why can't he just plain straight out say to my friend that he doesn't like her just because? It may hurt for a while but at least my friend can get over him quickly rather than just hoping that maybe someday Meynard will love her. He keeps her hanging around when she shouldn't anymore. He texts her when he's lonely or he's bored. For the love of Banana, she's not a clown. Her purpose in life is not to entertain you, stupid fart!
Yes, boys will be boys but that doesn't give you any reason to act like a bitch! What a total drama queen.
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Boys will be boys. This is a common saying. It's pathetic really because it makes them believe that whatever disgusting or evil thing they do is okay because well, they're boys. But then of course, life wouldn't be the same without them. In fact, it would be very dull. Even though there are a couple of them I wish I didn't meet but then again, I'm still thankful. I'm thankful for meeting them because I wouldn't be who I am without them.
This blog is about the men in my life, in the life of my friends and well much more.
This blog is about the men in my life, in the life of my friends and well much more.
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