Love.. really what the hell?
I once reached the stage where I was one step closer to entering a relationship, and I did feel the "special feelings". But I wasn't even in a relationship when I already got tired of talking to the guy and I got annoyed easily. I had to make excuses why I had to make him stop and I still use that excuse whenever somebody asks me why I did it. Yeah that was very bitchy of me.
I just don't get it. Or maybe I get what love is but I just can't picture myself being part of the love story. I don't like guys prying over my business and making me tell stories involving people they do not know. I hate it when someone reads my messages. I hate it when I have to be sweet and cuddly just because of being "in a relationship". I do not like to have someone to text all day about my whereabouts because "he gets worried". Fudge, I hate it when someone treats me like a kid.
Don't get me wrong. I am not a loser single on a Valentines Day. I believe in love. I like to see my roommate being always in-love. It always makes me smile. I like reading romantic novels and I do believe that Landon Carter-type of guys once existed, they just got extinct. I stand firm that the love story of Noah and Allie in The Notebook is the greatest love story ever told, and I hope that one day mine will be like that. I believe in love. I believe in its magic once it comes to people. I just.. don't want it to come to me any time soon because I think I'll become the bitch I was before. Because if there's one thing I can't be good at, it's showing and feeling love.
I am supposed to be at school right now, walking with everybody on our engineering parade. But I am here at home blogging. Aside from the fact that I feel lazy today (engg students aren't supposed to be at school on Mondays!), I kinda feel shitty too. I woke up with a big lump on my throat, heavy feeling, gloomy mood and a messed-up room. If that's not shitty I don't know what's that called. Actually, I have been feeling this for sometime now. One minute I am giddy and game, then I am scowling because of a petty thing. And the worst thing is, the scowl lasts for days. Is this what people call mood swings? Demmet.
It's my mom's birthday on Thursday. What do I get her? I don't like giving her gifts because she always says if she liked the gift or not. But I want to make up for the bad things I did to her during the weekend. I acted like a rotten, spoiled bitch over the weekend. As in rotten, if you can picture that out. I feel bad about it already, so stop there if you have something to say.
I want a three-fold yellow umbrella for my birthday! :|
My WP blog is back too. Wala lang. Just thought of bringing it back.Have to go to school! Bye.
Spending the night sitting on the floor, painting nails while listening to Jason Mraz.
Eating barbecue, watching the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother and getting a lot of great laughs.
Chatting with friends. Having funny conversations.
Spending the rest of the night just feeling the cold.
Nail polish, the barbecue sticks, the plate and the rest of the clutter still left on the floor.
You ask me how was it? GREAT. GOOD TIMES.
Eating barbecue, watching the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother and getting a lot of great laughs.
Chatting with friends. Having funny conversations.
Spending the rest of the night just feeling the cold.
Nail polish, the barbecue sticks, the plate and the rest of the clutter still left on the floor.
You ask me how was it? GREAT. GOOD TIMES.