{Bitching about. . .}

 

Lyrics:   Butterfly  Mariah Carey

 

Hell weeks, messengers, and dysfunctions. . .

Ole! Ole! Ole! ^_^

This week is one for the books! So many things happened and I couldn't even keep up with everything. I was lambasted by my Efem Guy friend. I know my grammar sucks but dear, you don't have to rub it on my face! Had A LOT of things in my TO-DO list! Some of them are still pending projects, some are future projects and some. . . some are just a couple of hell-raisers kulit notes for me self! ^_^

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WHY?!? WHY?!? and another WHY?!? are there a lot of GAYS in town this week? It seems like gays are everywhere! They are in the malls, my G&W school and even in the jeep that I ride going home. .: Angel :. Yes dear! I DO ride in jeeps!

I'm not homophobic nor a gay-lover kind of person. In fact, I have no problem with them per se. I respect their preference of being gay and all its just that I think their numbers are increasing exponentially! It seems like there's a BIG GAY BOOM this week. . .

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I finally met Messenger:Dan! ^_^ He's a nice guy. As in! ^_^ Admired him for his sheer talent in photography and for his renewed faith in those Supreme Beings. And oh! he's teaching me how to take GOOD pictures! ^_^

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Hopefully, photography would be one of those things that I would really, really, really like. I've a lot of interests that's why its hard for me to concentrate on them all. I used to take up piano lessons, equestrian lessons, ballet lessons and computer lessons. I used to dabble in painting and sketching. The only thing that I really didn't "lose" interest in was writing. And I, unfortunately, really, really suck in writing! : (

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I am thinking of a new name for Ms. Mistress. She finally got to visit my blog and she didn't like the name I gave her. I think I'll christen her as Li'l Ms. Big-heart instead. ^_^ Love yah Li'l Ms. Big-heart! ^_^ Mwah!

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Hmmm. . . please HELP ME decide if I should continue writing this story or just let it rot in my exercise journal? Please be gentle and kind if you'll be critiquing [read: lambasting] my work. I don't take rejection that easily.

"Sigh!"

Buhawi looked out her dirty window. She stared at the few twinkling stars scattered in the dark sky. "It's unusually quiet around here." She says to herself. She fingers her dying love fern, feeling for any sign of life. She always does this. It has become one of her habit. Its now a part of her psyche.

This day marks the 365th day of her aimless wondering around her cold four-cornered room. It has been one year since. . . I don't know if I should be telling you this or not. . . It has been a year since she stopped believing in me. She busies herself talking to Misery. Choosing loneliness over friendship. Befriending despair over joy. She has been like this when HE left her.

Everything around her is untended and uncared for like she has been doing to herself 365 days and counting. . .

Please leave a message in my tag-board if you think I should or should not continue this story. Thanks! ^_^

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"People from exclusive schools eventually have dysfunctional relationships with their opposite sex."

                                                                                                       
-- Japanese Acrobat Sister

Hmmm. . .This statement kept haunting me for almost two days now. It made me reflect in the relationships (barkada, former boyfriends, and people I know that I lust for) I have with guys. My Japanese Acrobat Sister told me that according to her statistics this statement was true. I know I have some sort of disorder but I am not really quite sure about me having a dysfunctional relationship with guys. Or maybe I still haven't really individualized so much, ergo, I am suddenly left in the dark with regards to the kind of relationship I have with guys. X (

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I am Angel. . .still writing about crap!