I knew my friend Leeanne couldn’t fight the guilt of keeping her silence for quite some time. I swallowed my pride to call her last week (although i hate bugging anyone to tag along when they don’t have to be pushed to state the obvious) and told her that the barkada is missing her and to give me a ring whenever she feels like hanging out. I know some/most people find it therapeautic to spend some time alone and distance her/himself from the circle where they used to cave themselves in, so I don’t really worry about those stuff. I didn’t mean to make her feel guilty about anything but well, I got a call from her last Monday and said that we’d better go out the next day with almira and she’s got lots of stories to spill. So I guess, I’m good at it. Radiating my emotions/pent-up feelings to others, rather to my target. Pretty succesful in making them feel what I’m feeling,huh? Haha… (only if I wanted to be understood,that is).
I don’t know if it should be called, rekindling friendship. It’s not. I’d simply call it…uhm, catching up. I know she’d come back. My intuitive self is highly developed. Bwahaha. I rarely get it wrong.
Maybe I should be a psychic. Whaddya think? I remember whenever I didn’t wanna go to class and I would feel that I’d have to drag myself out of my room…and when my body insisted to get up and move, I’d find out that the prof won’t be around. Wow, nice topic…I would love to share my psychic whodunits one time.:) For now, I gotta pass and get my ass outta here. Ciao!
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.
