So there are 6 guys. Do you want me to name ‘em? Well, I won’t.
They will be known as Guy 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. :)
Guy 1 is the guy I’m gonna marry someday. I hope.
Guy 2 is my recent ex. And I tell you I don’t know if he really wants me back. I don’t feel any effort at all. Last time I saw him, he asked me what he had to do to get me back and I said take me to go watch a movie. It’s been weeks and I wake up each day thinking whether or not he is ever gonna ask me out. Ugh. He barely sends me a text message. I text him a ‘good morning’, ‘goodnight’, or ‘iloveyou’ and he either does not reply or he sends an ‘iloveyou2’. But isn’t he the one who’s supposed to be doing what I’m doing? I’m confused. Am I the one who’s trying to win him back. Oh wait, it’s the other way around. So last night I told him how I felt about him not asking me out. And he replied with this message, “Wla aqng pera png labaz ok?d mu b aq naiintndhn? nkkhya kya!” I wanted to say to him that it didn’t matter if he was dead broke and I had to pay for both of us, although it would be much better if he would treat me, but the point is I wanted us to hang out the way I’m comfortable in, the way I’m used to. When we were together, the only dates we had were either drinking out (Batman, Bar 101) or drinking in (his house) but between you and me that’s not a date, is it? And we were never alone, well just once when we were officially a couple. He fetched me at home, we rode on a motorcycle he borrowed from his friend, went to the mall and hung out at this coffee shop. I don’t think it counted as a date though ‘cause aside from the fact that I paid for what we drank, we barely stayed for an hour. Oh wait, there was also that one time we went to Ligñon Hill. Well, I’ll consider that a date. We just stood there and admired the view and I loved it. I loved him. I actually wrote this before he broke up with me.
“I love it when you kiss me. I love how you want to hold my hand. I love it when you raise your voice when you’re trying to prove a point and I say, ‘don’t yell at me!’ and you say ‘I’m not yelling’. I love how you hug me when we go to sleep. I love it when you whisper I love you to my ear like I’m the only one who’s supposed to hear it. It’s like our own little secret and they’re not in on it. I love how you drive your friends’ motorcycles. I love it that you always ask me if I’m okay. When we take pictures, I love it when you make those funny faces. I love how you get drunk easily. I love being with you. Because I love you, mister. I really do”
I miss him too, badly. And I just wanna say that everytime I hear a Pitbull song, I remember him. It sucks.
Guy 3 is my friend, Kat’s besh. He calls me Chubz and I call him Yats. He never gets mad at me and that kinda gets on my nerves. He also doesn’t ask me out but he gets jealous when I’m with someone. Weird.
Guy 4 is Neil Paul, ‘nough said.
Guy 5 is the guy who upgraded my laptop’s OS to Windows 7. He’s gone now, back to his hometown and he probably doesn’t know me anymore. So after 269 sent messages, Auf Wiedersehen.
Guy 6 is the guy I met at Nhang’s debut. Nothing there really.
Legend:
Guy 1= bon
Guy 2= ex#3
Guy 3= yats
Guy 4= neiltot
Guy 5= mr. lova lova
Guy 6= kaibigang oso
HAHAHAHA. sinabi ko rin naman! Shh..
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
firefly. TSK :|
I just wanna write about this before it turns into one of my very distant memories.
January 6, 2009 – MY FIRST KISS :)
Seriously. I was 17 yerars old then and that was my first kiss.
It was to this guy whose name I won’t tell. The bad thing is we weren’t together. Even worse, he had a girlfriend. I know what you’re thinking, he and I became bf gf after. Well, you’re wrong. There’s no happy ending here for me, just an ending. It kinda sucks.
I fell for him or at least I think I did. Maybe it was just infatutation, then again maybe not. I’m not really sure considering I’m not totally over him. Maybe a few years from now, I’ll think about him and realize what I really felt for him.
Let’s talk about his girlfriend. His fugly whore of a girlfriend. She has him effortlessly. And while I’m in my room crying myself to sleep. They’re probably cuddling inside her Innova. I don’t know about you guys but for me, she isn’t pretty. That’s just me though. I hate her. She always gets them first. She got him first, just like she got Will first. Ugh. She already has a Jun Pyo look-alike and then she cheats on him with a Jake Cuenca-look alike. Is she not satisfied?? I mean there’s already like a 1 to 3 ratio between guys and girls. Anyway, I hate her. But this isn’t even about her. It’s about him being hers.
written on: 11/14/09
January 6, 2009 – MY FIRST KISS :)
Seriously. I was 17 yerars old then and that was my first kiss.
It was to this guy whose name I won’t tell. The bad thing is we weren’t together. Even worse, he had a girlfriend. I know what you’re thinking, he and I became bf gf after. Well, you’re wrong. There’s no happy ending here for me, just an ending. It kinda sucks.
I fell for him or at least I think I did. Maybe it was just infatutation, then again maybe not. I’m not really sure considering I’m not totally over him. Maybe a few years from now, I’ll think about him and realize what I really felt for him.
Let’s talk about his girlfriend. His fugly whore of a girlfriend. She has him effortlessly. And while I’m in my room crying myself to sleep. They’re probably cuddling inside her Innova. I don’t know about you guys but for me, she isn’t pretty. That’s just me though. I hate her. She always gets them first. She got him first, just like she got Will first. Ugh. She already has a Jun Pyo look-alike and then she cheats on him with a Jake Cuenca-look alike. Is she not satisfied?? I mean there’s already like a 1 to 3 ratio between guys and girls. Anyway, I hate her. But this isn’t even about her. It’s about him being hers.
written on: 11/14/09
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