Again, another post prompted by my favorite writing site.
I get happy over the dumbest things and here's what makes me happy in October.
- The earthquake. I hope no victims will ever read this but well, I can't help it. You lost your head completely thinking something bad had happened to me.
- An orange daisy. I told you a loooooong time ago that I loved orange daisies, never thinking you were listening or that you cared. Turns out you remember. Never thought the sight of a stupid flower could make me the happiest gal on Earth.
- The Incredible Hulk. And Cleopatra. And the Halloween Dance. And what you promised me afterward.
- Arnold Schwarzenegger. And the way you said it, "I'll be back... as always."
- Six Pence None Richer. And the way you kissed me.
- The movie Hitch. I have never watched it, have no idea what it is about but you said we're going to watch it, so I guess we are.
- Flowery shower cap. I can't believe I made you wear it!!!
- The dance in the rain.
- Iker Casillas. And how you got all sulky about him.
- Rawring contest. And sleeping next to you.
It's a writing prompt from my favorite writing site but well, I was too shy to write this there.
The sight, smell and sound I want if I could choose them on my last day on earth?
The sight I would love to see is your smile of course, the one that had grabbed my whole world by its axis and settled things down and made me whole again.
I was captivated first by your strength and then your sense of humor but that smile locks everything down tight. So shy and yet so open, what's a girl to do but walk into your arms and melt there?
The last sound I would want to hear is your voice, simply talking to me the way we talk all these days. But what I would most listen to is your heartbeat, beating strong and sure under my ear as we lay there watching the last sunset.
And when twilight comes, I'll take your hand, let you gather me in your arms as I breathe in the last smell I want to breathe in - your soap :) ...and have our last dance.
You always say you will dance with me any time I want but having the last one is enough for me.
Amazing what a friend can do to one's perspective.
I've been worrying about this problem I have... which was not a real problem actually. But as things went, this one grabbed number one priority in my anxiety ranking :)
And then I confided to my best friend and he quickly pointed out that it's not me, it's the other person's mess. And he's not even the blindly supportive friend. He'd tell me if I mess up, he'd tell me if I'm being stupid, he'd also tell me when I'm being mean, LOL.
So when he says I shouldn't worry, I believe him.
There are things in the past I am not too proud of doing and here I'm doing yet another one.
One I didn't even think I could ever do.
I know you want me to care, I know you want me to comment on the things you tell me about yourself but I just don't feel like it.
I know when you say you love me you want to hear me say it in return but I can not say it. Simply because I don't feel it. Maybe not yet, maybe never will be.
Some might say I'm stringing you along, some might say it's fine, just go out and see what's coming. I just think the first it more correct. But how do I tell you that?
We talked about soul mate and the concept of it the other day.
I got a little fed up the way people will go on and on and on about what soul mate should be like and how you have to find one to be yours forever and there's your happily ever after.
I've learned the hard way how to bite my tongue but there are times when I want to let loose and ask, "What are you, eight?"
Some people fare better paired up with someone similar to them, some people thrive in having someone who is totally different. I had been completely happy with someone who is a total opposite of who I was; as well as happy with someone who is pretty similar with me.
I also don't subscribe to the notion that your soul mate should necessarily be your life partner. And I believe in the concept of multiple soul mates. I have one in my long time best friend from elementary school and I have found another one in my best friend who I talk to everyday these days.
And if you think having someone who completely understands you is heaven, forget about it. It's annoying as hell. Sure it is nice not to have to explain your crazy jokes or justify your stance on some things but there are times when I want to poke my best friend and tell him, "Wipe that I-know-you-better look off your face!"
What is more important to me is someone who will try to understand but also realize that it's not entirely possible to do and simply cool with that. And if we have differences, no sweat. Chances are I'm going to tease him to death about it.
I hate weekends when he's away.
I don't get bored easily, in fact I hardly ever get bored. But ever since I have him around, things lose their excitement fast when I don't have him to talk to and laugh with. Well, I'm not exactly bored, life's too wonderful for that but it just loses its shine a little.
I've turned into a High School kid again, LOL, going back through his emails and read all those crazy things we talked and laughed about.
SmurfGalak is unleashing her venom.
Really guys, can you be anymore of an idiot?
First, I was hungry and you chose that moment to toy around and try to flirt with me? And you went bewildered when I simply turned around and walked away? You. Are. Wasting. My. Time. OK.? I have other things to do beside standing there talking inane things with you. And please remember that I didn't even ask for your help.
Second, I was nice. I was and I am. But if you don't get game, don't play with me. Try to have a chock full of come ons ready in your head next time you try and hit on a lady, OK.? I mean, who ever can answer the question, "So, you're alone, huh?"
Wait, scratch that. Whoever want to? You have your own eyes, you see I am alone, what do you want me to say? Sheesh.
And third, if a lady ask you for a date, even as a friend, try not to make fun of her, huh? We're friends yes, but that doesn't give you the right to laugh in my face.
My boss is frankly the greatest.She had a sharp mind behind all that sweet mannerism and what's better, she has a crazy sense of humor despite that mild, pleasant look.
But I have to admit when she starts speaking, my mind will go on Pause and wander on its own.
We regroup on Fridays and today we actually had a real meeting. Ha. Usually it's just a long chat by our cubicles.
I haven't seen Steven for two days and was crazy missing him and my boss' long winding talk was really goading me into a full blown fantasy session.
God, I was such a brat. LOL. To top it off, I had to do the performance appraisal today. Guilt and guilt and guilt all over. Have high hopes that my grades will not be too bad, though.
Top Ten Reasons Why:
1. I do an excellent Arrr. Hear that? Arrr.
2. I look hot in Captain Sparrow outfit. I mean, it's layered like crazy and we're in the Caribbean!!!
3. I can swim.
4. I move quickly when authorities are around, hoping to catch me doing something I'm not supposed to do.
5. Sharks are afraid of me. I don't know why.
6. I'm known to smash plates while pirates do rum bottles - but then again, they're regular pirates. I'm excellent.
7. Jumping ship to ship? When you've lived in Jakarta for ten years and know what it's like to jump into and off a running bus, it's a piece of cake.
8. I completed the How to Produce a Maniacal Grin class.
9. I have bad teeth!
10. I spent three years being boatswain to my real life pirate cousin!
On the other hand, I have no parrot and my vanity has prevented me from growing a beard.
I put up a line from a song for my Facebook status and as always it drew strange reactions. While I appreciate the comments, sometimes I feel like laughing at how readily people believe things that are written down.
I guess I am such a brat in a way.
