You might have disappeared but still...
I am under your spell!
Annmae
The people who call themselves her friends say they like her; sometimes she isn't quite so sure. They are the same ones who raise their eyebrows at her. At least they sometime laugh at her jokes. She's going to prove them wrong one day. "They'll see", she says, like the typical 'misunderstood girl'.
She says she doesn't care, but I know she does. She doesn't feel like she's part of anything, like she's just there for the ride, or just "there" as she eloquently puts it. Maybe she'll find her niche somewhere. She wants to find herself, even though that's who she's always with. She knows the sun's going to blow up, but thinks that humans will have destroyed themselves by then.
She likes to hear both sides of the story.
She thinks she's slow. I think it's because she has so many ideas in her mind at once and just doesn't know how to express herself except through writing. Sometimes she has a hard time trying to find the right word. She writes down words she doesn't know when she's reading, but usually forgets to look them up afterwards. She likes to have a dictionary next to her when she reads so that she won't forget. Right now the dictionary is under her car seat, so I guess all new words will be forgotten.
She's two-sided, but not two-faced. She always compares things, and uses phrases like "on the other hand" often. People tell her she's smart, but when she looks in the mirror she just can't see it.
She's lost, although she's really good with directions.
Since she's such an indecisive person, she can't explain herself well at all. Maybe that's why she feels so misunderstood.
She likes to write poetry too. I can actually think some of it sucks, but I still like them because she tried to express herself. She's getting better at that too. Writing helps her to speak, which is something she thinks she needs to do more of, even though she knows that silence is golden and that the fool speaks because he has to say something while the wise man speaks because he has something to say.
Whenever she does something she's proud of, she usually despises it a minute after she finishes. Maybe it's because of her self-critical, self-conscious, paranoid, no-one-will-like-me nature. She wants to be accepted, even though she knows that doesn't matter. I like her but she doesn't really care about me.
She thinks she's a failure, but remembers that Einstein flunked math.
She doesn't understand why people say they like her, but never go through with their plans.
She wishes she could write a novel, but doesn't think her vocabulary is extensive enough.
She thinks she's going to ruin her life with so many "buts" and negatives.
You could call her depressed, happy, crazy, balanced, confused, organized, fickle, constant, skeptical, trusting, pensive, outgoing, intelligent, inept, vivacious, slothful, interesting, flat, fatuous, prudent, embarrassed, nonchalant, caring, apathetic, one-dimensional, multilateral.
I call her horseshit. And yes, she has a name. Annmae.
Triumphs!
I didn’t become a lawyer, as I would have planned. Neither have I bought a helicopter for my parents or a Benz for my brother. I entered a career divergent from my childhood dreams. My dreams may have changed, but my ideals have remained the same. The same as those of children.
Occasionally, I remind myself of those dreams, to refresh myself on personal designs in life. However, in life as it is said, nothing is constant but change. Sometimes, these ideals are lost during the early years of people’s careers. Sadly, principles deteriorate, as men grow older. When people begin to earn and get positions. When the concept of money and recognition comes in, values are distorted to conform to the norms and practicality of life.
For some people, the lawyer ambition will soon be replaced with a variety of goals like buying a new car, owning a flat, being promoted, or obtaining a higher degree. Goals digress to something material. Something we can squeeze out instant satisfaction from. Materials that people think gauge their success in life. Perhaps something to show off to their peers and tell how much they have gone in their careers.
I choose to remain naive and a child at this. I don’t believe that the time I’ll spend racing for money will surmount to the number of people I can help. I don’t believe that recognition will outdo lessons I will learn from others and from life. I don’t want to believe that a career should be spent egocentrically volleying for the highest position and earning the largest possible salary. I refuse to admit that a vain drive of achieving material ambitions would bring me contentment.
There is nothing wrong in seeking ambitions. But, there is no genuine satisfaction that can be attained from material wealth. The craving for it will leave a person more obsessed and yearning. A craving which can never be pacified. A new benz cannot replace the joy you gain from the company of your friends. A fat paycheck cannot compare to a peaceful mind. I believe that friends and family should be in the top of our priorities. I believe that happiness in what we do is significant in our lives. Above all, I believe that lives should be spent fruitfully with God.
I am not being a hypocrite by trying to live with such beliefs. Like all people, I falter too. But I would rather live materially incomplete but content, than be wealthy but selfish. Afterall, I am not the only needy person living in this world.
Occasionally, I remind myself of those dreams, to refresh myself on personal designs in life. However, in life as it is said, nothing is constant but change. Sometimes, these ideals are lost during the early years of people’s careers. Sadly, principles deteriorate, as men grow older. When people begin to earn and get positions. When the concept of money and recognition comes in, values are distorted to conform to the norms and practicality of life.
For some people, the lawyer ambition will soon be replaced with a variety of goals like buying a new car, owning a flat, being promoted, or obtaining a higher degree. Goals digress to something material. Something we can squeeze out instant satisfaction from. Materials that people think gauge their success in life. Perhaps something to show off to their peers and tell how much they have gone in their careers.
I choose to remain naive and a child at this. I don’t believe that the time I’ll spend racing for money will surmount to the number of people I can help. I don’t believe that recognition will outdo lessons I will learn from others and from life. I don’t want to believe that a career should be spent egocentrically volleying for the highest position and earning the largest possible salary. I refuse to admit that a vain drive of achieving material ambitions would bring me contentment.
There is nothing wrong in seeking ambitions. But, there is no genuine satisfaction that can be attained from material wealth. The craving for it will leave a person more obsessed and yearning. A craving which can never be pacified. A new benz cannot replace the joy you gain from the company of your friends. A fat paycheck cannot compare to a peaceful mind. I believe that friends and family should be in the top of our priorities. I believe that happiness in what we do is significant in our lives. Above all, I believe that lives should be spent fruitfully with God.
I am not being a hypocrite by trying to live with such beliefs. Like all people, I falter too. But I would rather live materially incomplete but content, than be wealthy but selfish. Afterall, I am not the only needy person living in this world.
Almost!
The luminescent blue clock on the night table says it's 12:15 a.m. You wake up peacefully for a moment, then remember that it's not Saturday. It's Thursday. Two more heavy days when you still have to get up and work. It seems like you just lay your head on the pillow seconds ago...you were so tired after the third long day of the work week, and there are two more to go.
Dread sets in, and your innards rumble sympathetically. Sweaty hands...is this a hot flash, or just more anxiety? A tiny dull throbbing starts in your right temple.
Yes, I'm tired. I am not complaining about my job. I love what I do but as what the Spice Girls used to say, "too much of something is bad enough." I am disagreeing though with so much vehemence how classes and trainings are tossed to me like I'm some robot not capable of feeling exhaustion. A site with over 250 FTEs are resting on the palms of my hands, skin on my shoulders, and saliva on my mouth because of all the trainings that I do. And no, I am not bragging about my competence. Not that I disdain training all of them, I am just freakin tired and I need a break. Like a mad cow straight in the field for so long now (God knows I cant recall the last vacation I took), I'm all to weak and exhausted, I feel pangs of pain all over my body and throughtout my veins. I mean seriously! And yes, I am already starting to feel that I have lost the ability to work effectively. And when this starts eating me up, I only do one thing - QUIT the job and walk away with my ticking stilletos. Yes, I can be very bitchy sometimes!
So when should you quit your job? How much should you put up with before you quit your job? When do you draw the line and stand up for yourself?
When you dread the thought of going to work everyday. When you are already fed up.
Each individual has their own time clock for moving on. As the economy stands today, and with jobs being as scarce, we are more willing to put up with nonsense if necessary, but there does come a time when enough is enough.
Yes! I am on the verge. One more occurence of declined or cancelled VL then off I go.
The grass after all is greener in IT Park.
Regrets
A friend visited me yesterday in the training room and he was just a touch of sadness all over. You see, months ago, he made one great decision that he never thought would change is life three hundred sixty degrees. He left his girlfriend of 3 years for someone else. And details of the break up I'd rather not discuss because it's not my story to begin with. What I know of is that , he ripped and shattered the ex girlfriend's heart into pieces enough for her to resign and move on elsewhere. He was confident he made the right choice. He ranted about not being happy anymore and that being with the new girl just felt right. Then yesterday came. He cried and admitted that yes, he made the wrong choice. He realized what a fool he has been for chasing momentary happiness with the new girl; wasting years of friendship, love, and happiness with the ex. And now all he can think of is wish he'd be given this one chance to undo and live his life over again. Truly, one can never be completely happy at the expense of others. Oh, well. We all learn things the hard way.
Why do we have regrets?
We all have regrets. I do. They are the things we wish we hadn't said or done and things we wish we had. We regret we weren't able to fulfill some of our dreams. When we expected someone would do something and they did not, or when we expected circumstances would turn out differently, we regret it. When illness or accident prevents us from doing what we had our hearts set on accomplishing, regret may seem too limiting a word to express our anger at the unfairness of it all.
Why do some of us spend so much time thinking about our regrets? The reason, I think, is fairly simple. We don't plan on making as many mistakes as we do and we assume a lot of things will turn out as we expect them to. And when we do, our minds return again and again to what "might" have been, "could" have been, or "should" have been. We replay the images that connect us to the events we now regret. Rather than getting rid of these images, our constant ruminations only give them fuel to grow ever more persistent.
But then again, life is too short to be wasted on wallowing on the wrong choices we made. I'd understand my friend's despondent state. He should. After all, he let go of one person who could have loved him like no one else can. But then, life has to go on. Perhaps, they will be given the chance to be back in each other's arm in time. But for now, he has to move on. He has to accept the fact that his happiness is but entirely dependent on his own now. That instead of regrets, he has to look back and appreciate the lessons her learned out of the choices he made. Because that's just how it should be.
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Side track:
My good friend Stan dropped by my training room today and gave me a 200g Cadbury Chocolate from Singapore. Yes, dear readers, I am well - loved and thought of! =)
Why do we have regrets?
We all have regrets. I do. They are the things we wish we hadn't said or done and things we wish we had. We regret we weren't able to fulfill some of our dreams. When we expected someone would do something and they did not, or when we expected circumstances would turn out differently, we regret it. When illness or accident prevents us from doing what we had our hearts set on accomplishing, regret may seem too limiting a word to express our anger at the unfairness of it all.
Why do some of us spend so much time thinking about our regrets? The reason, I think, is fairly simple. We don't plan on making as many mistakes as we do and we assume a lot of things will turn out as we expect them to. And when we do, our minds return again and again to what "might" have been, "could" have been, or "should" have been. We replay the images that connect us to the events we now regret. Rather than getting rid of these images, our constant ruminations only give them fuel to grow ever more persistent.
But then again, life is too short to be wasted on wallowing on the wrong choices we made. I'd understand my friend's despondent state. He should. After all, he let go of one person who could have loved him like no one else can. But then, life has to go on. Perhaps, they will be given the chance to be back in each other's arm in time. But for now, he has to move on. He has to accept the fact that his happiness is but entirely dependent on his own now. That instead of regrets, he has to look back and appreciate the lessons her learned out of the choices he made. Because that's just how it should be.
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Side track:
My good friend Stan dropped by my training room today and gave me a 200g Cadbury Chocolate from Singapore. Yes, dear readers, I am well - loved and thought of! =)
Now Sober!
No. I haven't lost my mind. Nor did some random soul claim possession of my body.
It's been over five long years since I became deviant. And by that, I mean literally obsessing my self of the world. I started to question my faith and stopped practicing the religion I grew up with - Mormonism. Five years ago, I made the choice to stop going to church and along with this, I chose to forget all the principles and standards that I vowed to follow and embody. I drowned myself with alcohol almost every damn day of my life. I smoked like I had no lungs. I cursed like there was no tomorrow. I ALMOST lost my virginity a lot of times. I literally forgot who I was years ago - the obedient daughter of Heavenly Father who goes to church every Sunday. My life then was totally different to what it is now. But then again, we all make big choices sometimes and this time there is no turning back anymore...
I have decided to quit drinking, smoking, and all that and will try so hard to work for my own salvation. It's not gonna be an easy task. I will receive mockery and most of my friends will perhaps question my ways and raise their eyebrows on the sides. But I will try harder to hold on to the iron rod with an unwavering faith and a firm testimony of how His gospel and teaching will change me in more ways than one.
No. I haven't lost my mind. Nor did some random soul claim possession of my body. I just believe that play time is over. Now I'm gearing up for yet another battle I will be facing and with steadfastness, I might just come out victorious in the end. =)
It's been over five long years since I became deviant. And by that, I mean literally obsessing my self of the world. I started to question my faith and stopped practicing the religion I grew up with - Mormonism. Five years ago, I made the choice to stop going to church and along with this, I chose to forget all the principles and standards that I vowed to follow and embody. I drowned myself with alcohol almost every damn day of my life. I smoked like I had no lungs. I cursed like there was no tomorrow. I ALMOST lost my virginity a lot of times. I literally forgot who I was years ago - the obedient daughter of Heavenly Father who goes to church every Sunday. My life then was totally different to what it is now. But then again, we all make big choices sometimes and this time there is no turning back anymore...
I have decided to quit drinking, smoking, and all that and will try so hard to work for my own salvation. It's not gonna be an easy task. I will receive mockery and most of my friends will perhaps question my ways and raise their eyebrows on the sides. But I will try harder to hold on to the iron rod with an unwavering faith and a firm testimony of how His gospel and teaching will change me in more ways than one.
No. I haven't lost my mind. Nor did some random soul claim possession of my body. I just believe that play time is over. Now I'm gearing up for yet another battle I will be facing and with steadfastness, I might just come out victorious in the end. =)
Efffffiiinnnggg!!!
I got off the cab and didn't expect to see you sitting by the stairs. Though I was rushing my way to the 3rd floor, the moment I saw you, I felt this sudden twitch of pain. Memories flashed like visions while I strutted towards the area you were sitting. You attempted to smile but I decided to look away and pretended that you were some random stranger. I was already inside the elevator on my way up when these thoughts resonated like raging wildfire. Things that I wanted to tell you but I never had the chance or couldn't muster the the courage to do so:
Fuck you!
- fuck you for making me believe that there is hope in us by telling me to wait 'till you get your life straightened after that long and tumultuous hurdle with your addiction to all things prohibited...
- fuck you for seeing me that Saturday evening to get the dog I gave you when you were already officially together with J that same morning...
- fuck you for making me feel like Im the loveliest girl in this side of the archipelago when all that mattered to you was what I can give and what you can get out of it...
- fuck you for all the lies you told people and me...
- fuck you for raining me with text messages after I decided to turn away from you for good, trying to hurl me again to your web...
- fuck you for blaming me that you got terminated, you got no one to blame but you because you screwed your fucking calls up...
- and most of all, FUCK YOU for making me lose my sanity for a good three months...
Fuck you!
Back!
So I haven't been writing for the longest time.. I wouldnt make work the excuse this time because really, twas my decision not to write at all. I felt like all the things running around my head were nonsensical piece of crap that I opted to keep them in the remote areas of my consciousness.
How am I? Loaded. And that is even an understatement. 'Tis one of those days when you'd want to summon all the gods of the earth to just eat you alive. Stress level in the work place has reached the ultimate level of my tolerance and believe me, what I would give to be able to chase adrenaline like a junkie again. I mean seriously, all that politicking and self - gratification has weakened me to the core. An emotional wreck!
Take for example the fact that people are disappearing like hell and resigning because some idiots just don't know how to compromise. We are losing tenured agents because apparently management (that includes me) are so obsessed with pleasing the clients without even realizing that agents are already pitied against each other. I asked myself a million times what I can do to at least reach out to them but it turns out that my hands are tied, mouth is glued, and my principles are even stuck on some baseless judgment. Yes, I feel so disabled and it's hell of a frustration to look at them suffer and left to lick their wounds and whimper in the brush! That alone stresses the hell out of me... Messianic complex. I wish I can do something. But yeah, even wishing turned out to be nothing but an elusive dream.
That among others, has caused nothing but erratic surge and yes, I am already choking.
Somebody call 911.
How am I? Loaded. And that is even an understatement. 'Tis one of those days when you'd want to summon all the gods of the earth to just eat you alive. Stress level in the work place has reached the ultimate level of my tolerance and believe me, what I would give to be able to chase adrenaline like a junkie again. I mean seriously, all that politicking and self - gratification has weakened me to the core. An emotional wreck!
Take for example the fact that people are disappearing like hell and resigning because some idiots just don't know how to compromise. We are losing tenured agents because apparently management (that includes me) are so obsessed with pleasing the clients without even realizing that agents are already pitied against each other. I asked myself a million times what I can do to at least reach out to them but it turns out that my hands are tied, mouth is glued, and my principles are even stuck on some baseless judgment. Yes, I feel so disabled and it's hell of a frustration to look at them suffer and left to lick their wounds and whimper in the brush! That alone stresses the hell out of me... Messianic complex. I wish I can do something. But yeah, even wishing turned out to be nothing but an elusive dream.
That among others, has caused nothing but erratic surge and yes, I am already choking.
Somebody call 911.
A Message To My Readers
I noticed the increasing number of followers on this blog and to that, I am very overwhelmed! I'd like to thank all of you for taking time to listen to my incessant rants and mindless rambling... I would love to get to know you all better and perhaps talk to you personally or online so please add me up at YM or MSN. My usernames are the following:
YM: holygrailofsarcasm
MSN: geekingit
Drop me a line or two and let's start planning on how to drive the world into domination frenzy... :)
YM: holygrailofsarcasm
MSN: geekingit
Drop me a line or two and let's start planning on how to drive the world into domination frenzy... :)
Cherry Blossoms
If you have been following my blog, then you would have known what a masochist I am. Whenever I feel like the world just seems too bottled up and I wanna break free from the shackles of constriction and the manacles of segregation, I call on to my tattoo artist to get my listless pulp colored.
I vowed to myself though that every time, I allow myself to go through this physical pain, the art and ink embedded on my skin should carry a purpose and a meaning. So yes, ladies and gentlemen, I did it again. As to how long I'm gonna make this an outlet of releasing my stress, I really dunno... =)
I vowed to myself though that every time, I allow myself to go through this physical pain, the art and ink embedded on my skin should carry a purpose and a meaning. So yes, ladies and gentlemen, I did it again. As to how long I'm gonna make this an outlet of releasing my stress, I really dunno... =)
I chose cherry blossoms this time. The Chinese say it;s a symbol of power and love and the power of femininity. Ah, a woman like me asserting her power of independence. Since this flower only blossoms for a period of time, the Japanese on the other hand sees it a symbol of life's brevity...
There. Beautifully etched on my left foot are 5 cherry blossoms reminding me that it is not noble to get too attached to life because all is transitory and will pass in time.
***** Please dont mind the ugly foot... :p
There. Beautifully etched on my left foot are 5 cherry blossoms reminding me that it is not noble to get too attached to life because all is transitory and will pass in time.
***** Please dont mind the ugly foot... :p
Inked (Part nth)
There's something about needles that makes me marvel at it's beauty. I am amazed at how one prick can already cause wheezing and gnashing of teeth. There something about pain that makes me alive. There's something about getting hurt and crying that makes me appreciate life and its complexities. Whenever I feel so depressed and bottled up, I think of needles and getting a tattoo. It's my way of letting the whole world know that after experiencing extreme anguish, there's still beauty round about. :)
I got inked again last Monday. Unlike the previous experiences, this was the most horrid and painful experience. It lasted for 6 hours and I was on the verge of really wailing due to extreme pain. But the ironic part was after my back was all bruised and bloodied, and after the excruciating pain, I smiled and said, "I will be fine. Twas worth all the pain.."
my favorite tattoo artist (very patient and nice) doing his thing...
the most painful part of the whole process. Bjork (artist), said twas because of the location...
"Open your eyes and look within. are you satisfied with the life you're living?"
this for now.... more to come... =)
Hey, you!
Yep, I'll never grow tired of reminding you that along your treacherous journey to maturity and picking up the pieces, I'll be right behind you. Trust, I shall not be moved. For as long as you want me to stay, I'll be rooted. :) No, you dont have to do anything. Just simply flash me that smile and stick around. *wink*
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It has been a rough two weeks for me and my friends. Work has been a total chaos and my personal life has meddled with the seemingly impossible intertwined problems left unsolved. I do not have the slightest plans of discussing it point by point here as I feel that the whole ordeal has caused me too much trauma and what not.
It would be too hypocritical to say that I am okay. I am not. In fact, I am sad. I am on the verge of just giving up. Thinking of abandoning the world and just settling in some vast cosmos where the only person capable of hurting me is my self. I grieve each passing day and putting up a happy and unperturbed front has been really taxing and tedious.
I wish there was a switch somewhere in my body that I can just press so I can turn off my ability to feel pain and sadness. I've been telling people about the Law of Attraction but I find it ironic that I cant even think of anything happy these days. Urgh!
I definitely need a break. To let loose from what's keeping me down. To get rid of this lump in my throat and this swell on my heart. Oh, god I swear am losing it!
It would be too hypocritical to say that I am okay. I am not. In fact, I am sad. I am on the verge of just giving up. Thinking of abandoning the world and just settling in some vast cosmos where the only person capable of hurting me is my self. I grieve each passing day and putting up a happy and unperturbed front has been really taxing and tedious.
I wish there was a switch somewhere in my body that I can just press so I can turn off my ability to feel pain and sadness. I've been telling people about the Law of Attraction but I find it ironic that I cant even think of anything happy these days. Urgh!
I definitely need a break. To let loose from what's keeping me down. To get rid of this lump in my throat and this swell on my heart. Oh, god I swear am losing it!
Of Skinned and Broken Hearts
And how could I blame you? You never made any promises. You never treated me different from anyone else. I was just your friend, much like you were to me, but things change. I changed, but you didn’t.
Isn’t it funny how things became so complicated over a couple of brightly lit ideas? Everything started with a joke and now, ironically, the joke is on me. Falling is hard, especially if you can’t trust the person to be there to catch you if you did. I knew that from the start but still, I lost my balance and fell and what the hell did I get? No bones were broken and no blood had spilled. Well not yet anyway… for all I got was a mere bump, and my world is still damn spinning.
Makes me think about that poem from "Ten Things I Hate About You"
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big, dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even once, not even a little bit, not even at all
Well don’t flatter yourself too much coz you wouldn’t get a single decent poem out of me. That’s too pathetic. Sheesh!! Now why the hell am I writing this?
Maybe I’m writing this to question my behavior. Perhaps to discover the why’s and what-for’s of my insanity. Or maybe even justify my ignorance and give reason to my upgraded self-torture. Perhaps I’m taunting fate to play a prank and make you read this. Who cares? I know you wouldn’t.
I’m not sure which is sadder, the fact that I’m not with you or realizing the fact that I’ll never be with you. You tell me.
How did it all began is no longer important. What’s bugging me is how it should end. How can I? All my promises and resolutions are shattered each time I hear from you, or even think of you. Was it really that silly the way I went nuts every time you give me a ring? *sigh*
I just wish you would know how much you changed me. Or did you? All I know is I wanted to be different, and it’s all because of you. Oh how I envied you! How I wished I could be more like you. Young, carefree, and renewed!
You, the high spirited one who goes through life’s little adventures with reckless abandon. You, the person who’s placidity is so contagious that someone who’s as gullible as I would think that as a norm of the society. You, who’s ever so passionate with the little things that jaded people such as I (again) would normally overlook. You, with your weird taste in music, surrealistic ideas, hearty and not so hearty laughs, dumb optimism and most of all, I envied the way you loved.
Love. Just like happiness, love is such an elusive word. Though I must admit, you’re one of the few people who captured its essence. You cannot choose love. The mind cannot decide what the heart should feel. Hearing those words from you melted the cynical side of me. Letting go for sublime reasons seems stupid and selfish, but in your case, it’s not. It was never a sacrifice coz in reality, you never lost her — not even for a single heartbeat.
Her. I didn’t get the chance to ‘really’ know her, and for that I’m eternally grateful. But then again, I know for a fact that I can never measure up to her, and knowing her for real wouldn’t change a thing. I’d simply have a brighter concept on what was in her that made you so… human.While you avoid talking about her and the past, I know, she will always have a special place in that heart of yours and perhaps even more. Damn it! Why do I even hurt this way?
You’re far from being perfect and so am I. If I were perfect I wouldn’t be here, sighing over a drag of luckies that just fell while hating myself. I’d be somewhere else, smiling like a psycho over the drag of luckies that just fell, figuring I’m too good for you and your mere existence was just another complexity that I have no use of.
But I am not. So I’d still be here, confused and angry with myself, and forevermore consuming you in my dreams.
Why can't you just love me back?
Isn’t it funny how things became so complicated over a couple of brightly lit ideas? Everything started with a joke and now, ironically, the joke is on me. Falling is hard, especially if you can’t trust the person to be there to catch you if you did. I knew that from the start but still, I lost my balance and fell and what the hell did I get? No bones were broken and no blood had spilled. Well not yet anyway… for all I got was a mere bump, and my world is still damn spinning.
Makes me think about that poem from "Ten Things I Hate About You"
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big, dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even once, not even a little bit, not even at all
Well don’t flatter yourself too much coz you wouldn’t get a single decent poem out of me. That’s too pathetic. Sheesh!! Now why the hell am I writing this?
Maybe I’m writing this to question my behavior. Perhaps to discover the why’s and what-for’s of my insanity. Or maybe even justify my ignorance and give reason to my upgraded self-torture. Perhaps I’m taunting fate to play a prank and make you read this. Who cares? I know you wouldn’t.
I’m not sure which is sadder, the fact that I’m not with you or realizing the fact that I’ll never be with you. You tell me.
How did it all began is no longer important. What’s bugging me is how it should end. How can I? All my promises and resolutions are shattered each time I hear from you, or even think of you. Was it really that silly the way I went nuts every time you give me a ring? *sigh*
I just wish you would know how much you changed me. Or did you? All I know is I wanted to be different, and it’s all because of you. Oh how I envied you! How I wished I could be more like you. Young, carefree, and renewed!
You, the high spirited one who goes through life’s little adventures with reckless abandon. You, the person who’s placidity is so contagious that someone who’s as gullible as I would think that as a norm of the society. You, who’s ever so passionate with the little things that jaded people such as I (again) would normally overlook. You, with your weird taste in music, surrealistic ideas, hearty and not so hearty laughs, dumb optimism and most of all, I envied the way you loved.
Love. Just like happiness, love is such an elusive word. Though I must admit, you’re one of the few people who captured its essence. You cannot choose love. The mind cannot decide what the heart should feel. Hearing those words from you melted the cynical side of me. Letting go for sublime reasons seems stupid and selfish, but in your case, it’s not. It was never a sacrifice coz in reality, you never lost her — not even for a single heartbeat.
Her. I didn’t get the chance to ‘really’ know her, and for that I’m eternally grateful. But then again, I know for a fact that I can never measure up to her, and knowing her for real wouldn’t change a thing. I’d simply have a brighter concept on what was in her that made you so… human.While you avoid talking about her and the past, I know, she will always have a special place in that heart of yours and perhaps even more. Damn it! Why do I even hurt this way?
You’re far from being perfect and so am I. If I were perfect I wouldn’t be here, sighing over a drag of luckies that just fell while hating myself. I’d be somewhere else, smiling like a psycho over the drag of luckies that just fell, figuring I’m too good for you and your mere existence was just another complexity that I have no use of.
But I am not. So I’d still be here, confused and angry with myself, and forevermore consuming you in my dreams.
Why can't you just love me back?
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