i can’t say that my bitching days are finally over. in fact, i think there’s still so much to rant about. i just don’t wanna be at it again. no, not now…
i spent my sunday afternoon at home watching movies on dvd and playing tong-its with vj…oh yeah, we went to mass together with mom and gave into our childish cravings and ate at Brother’s burger. Can you imagine we finished off our meals at the same time? OKay, maybe because my burger was smaller than his or maybe i was just famished. Yummy! When we got home, my tummy was begging for some food again. Hahaha! Grabe, takaw ko noh? So we sat down and fed Windstuck to the dvd player. He slept through the first half of the movie. I didn’t wanna wake him, he looked so burned out. And I love watching him sleep and sniffing his scent. Maasim na baby!Hehe…You know although he’s dripping with sweat, he still smells good. I mean, even when he doesn’t have a perfume on. We’re both a scent fetishist. He also has this habit of sniffing. Haha.
Grr, I’ve never had this too limited words to say. I have a lot in my mind. And i feel like i still have to dredge it up. I can’t gouge the distance from the surface to the core of what I should be talking about. My thoughts are spinning in a chaos. Argh, it’s too upsetting. Now, I’m complaining once again.
*Change topic
“There’s just something bothering me.”
“What is it? I don’t mind if you don’t wanna tell me.Is it something that I should be bothered about, too?”
“No. Di ko muna sasabihin sayo, saka na lang.”
Stab. Silence.
I remember I’ve asked a similar question and got the same exact answer twice in my life. For me, it’s an indication that I’m about to lose something again. I don’t have to know. I already know what it is. The reason might slightly change, but the whole scene would be nothing but a replay. Unless… I act up on it immediately and cut the events that I didn’t want and replace it with an exciting twist to add an oomph factor and fork over a happy ending. But can I do that? It’s so hard to choose between doing and not doing.
Happiness is broken into definite number of irregular pieces.
I guess I’d just have to choose the preponderant piece and content myself with it. Should this one disintegrate in time, I might change my mind and wish that I could still find the other pieces I’ve left.
