It's funny, just when you think you're spiralling down the well trodden path of depression linked with perceived infatuation, God, in all his humour, allows you to smile a little with a very unexpected message from someone you were infatuated with just months ago.
Funny how the tables flipped and I now feel absolutely nothing about this little 1am messaging exchange, when months ago I would have probably hyperventilated and over analyzed it.
Small consolation as it was, it still allowed me to remember how futile it was to be too idiotic over one person now...as I (hopefully) would be over this stupidity in a few months and inwardly laughing about it all. No use being too serious about any boy anyway. Ha.
Being drunk and hungover gives me such bravado.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Ride of your life
Another day ends in Cebu...
I actually ended yesterday today. or early this morning if that makes more sense.
Location hopping with my new JVC toy, a few friends and copious amounts of alcohol makes for a very sloshed, opinionated (if not forgetful) and happy Sher.
Singing when one has no voice left, drinking when one really should have stopped an hour ago and playing apathetic chic when one should stay far, far away from you-know-what really aren't the best ways to go, urm, anywhere.
But, dammit, it sure does feel good.
I actually ended yesterday today. or early this morning if that makes more sense.
Location hopping with my new JVC toy, a few friends and copious amounts of alcohol makes for a very sloshed, opinionated (if not forgetful) and happy Sher.
Singing when one has no voice left, drinking when one really should have stopped an hour ago and playing apathetic chic when one should stay far, far away from you-know-what really aren't the best ways to go, urm, anywhere.
But, dammit, it sure does feel good.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Cupid-ity
There is a little arrow wielding cherub out there who sure lurves to mess with us.
We see waaay too much of him in mythology, the month of February (his capitalist side anyways) and when we ourselves lose our capacity to think straight.
The only complaint I have with this little prankster is his use of those damn arrows.
Why arrows? Can't he just politely come over, tap us on the shoulder and inform us that he is about to turn our world upside down?
And while he's at it, can he also hand us some sort of survival package to help us navigate our way through the heaven-slash-hell that he is about to put us through? This package should include some sort of insurance, a liability waiver form, a bottle of Jack or vodka, a shot glass and a list of emergency numbers you can call lest your mobile conks out on you.
Arrows. How apt.
That cherub should just grow up and see how it feels to be hit with one of his own poisonous darts.
By the way, according to myth, he did fall in love once - and it didn't work out...or rather, the Greeks aren't sure if it did or not.
I'm close to hysterical laughter right now. If a god of love can't get his own story right what the eff are our mortal chances of EVER getting it right??????
Think about it ladies.
I'd laugh if it weren't so effing sad suddenly.
ahahahaha?
We see waaay too much of him in mythology, the month of February (his capitalist side anyways) and when we ourselves lose our capacity to think straight.
The only complaint I have with this little prankster is his use of those damn arrows.
Why arrows? Can't he just politely come over, tap us on the shoulder and inform us that he is about to turn our world upside down?
And while he's at it, can he also hand us some sort of survival package to help us navigate our way through the heaven-slash-hell that he is about to put us through? This package should include some sort of insurance, a liability waiver form, a bottle of Jack or vodka, a shot glass and a list of emergency numbers you can call lest your mobile conks out on you.
Arrows. How apt.
That cherub should just grow up and see how it feels to be hit with one of his own poisonous darts.
By the way, according to myth, he did fall in love once - and it didn't work out...or rather, the Greeks aren't sure if it did or not.
I'm close to hysterical laughter right now. If a god of love can't get his own story right what the eff are our mortal chances of EVER getting it right??????
Think about it ladies.
I'd laugh if it weren't so effing sad suddenly.
ahahahaha?
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