my two cents

Saturday, March 27

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OK! I have a confession to make.

I do read FML at times. Not an avid reader but once in a while when I've got nothing better to do or I want to laugh my head off or be a meanie and see how horrible some people's lives are, I head to FML.

Most of the times when I read those posts, I start to wonder if these things are for real? Because half the time, the confessions made by these anonymous individuals are horribly sad and I go on thinking: "Whoa... that's damn sad man!!"

So just a couple of minutes back I was reading through FML and here are some of the posts that caught my attention:

All from FML

Today, I discovered my soon to be ex-husband had somehow reopened our bank account and gotten us into debt again. The only way I can permanently close the account is if he comes in to the bank with me, which he refuses to do because he wants my credit to be just as bad as his. FML

Today, my boyfriend broke-up with me because the scores of our compatibility on the Love-o-Matic pro app on his iPod were low. FML

Today, I found a really cute earring that someone had lost. Unfortunately, I found it in my boyfriends bed. FML

 Today my boyfriend came home from college to visit me. When I picked him up from the train station he says to me, "Wow babe, I am actually excited to see you for once." FML

Today, I set one of my old baby pictures as my profile picture on Facebook. Minutes later my husband commented on it. He said, "I don't think we should have kids." FML

 Today, my boyfriend of two years lost his job. He then broke up with me. Why? Because he would "rather be supported by no one than be supported by a woman." FML


O-M-G????
Like are these for real?

Well if that's the case. I've got 3 words for you girls...

Get Over Him! 
Seriously. If he acts like an ASS and treats you like SHIT, why bother?


♥THE END♥


Raw Childhood Fears

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She could feel the wind cutting slices on her face as she ran across the hallway. It kept on going. Haunting her from the back. She could feel the chill of it's presence.
Slush...slush... thomp...thomp...slush...slush...thomp...thomp...


The fear was both exhilarating and paralyzing. But beneath all that fear, she could hear her heart speaking:

"Oh NO...NOOOOOOO... please stop this. Stop... Stop following me!!!"

The pain - at the edge of losing her breath, the burning sensation in her chest, the deafening against her ears, the twist in her leg muscles - they all want her to fail.

"I can't... OH my legs... I can't!! Nooooooo!!!! Why is this hall getting psychedelically long with every step I take??"

She could feel it reaching at the back of her.
Slush...slush... thomp...thomp...slush...slush...thomp...thomp...


WHAMP!!




Like a lighting striking out of nowhere, she felt the blow on her head and she fell to the ground...hard. She turn to the her back and there staring straight at her was the ugliest clown with a distorted head and a huge red nose. She screamed. He chuckled and started spinning his bodyless head.

The spinning turned grey and eventually all black-ish. Street lights started advancing towards her. She shut her eyes tight. She was perspiring all over but the irony of it all was that it was cold. Cold wind slapped her on her face. And then it all stopped. The lights. The cold wind. The clown was nowhere to be found.


It was sunset. The streets were empty. Looking around, she realized she was at a deserted gas station. Ignoring the aches that were annoying her legs, she approached the man behind the counter. She wonders where the hell could she possibly be. If this is real?

"Excuse me. Could you please tell me where am I? Where is this?"

The man's back was facing her. He was horridly black all over and a weird stench came from him.

"Excuse me! Can you hear me?"

The man turned around and to her horror, he was faceless but a voice came from within...

"You're in hell, sweetie!"
His hands stretched out to grab her and in his left was a huge knife stained with blood.

All it takes from her was a blink and she screamed at the top of her lungs...

"ARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

*to be continued*

internet stalking

Friday, March 26

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Quick complaints.

Late sleepless nights but last night's sleep was a piece of a cake : )

The excruciating pain at my shoulders & neck are killing me but has mellowed down a little today : )

Missing my B like mad and there ain't no "but(s)" here because no matter what I will still be missing him every waking hour I have : (

So I woke up today with an itch (not anywhere in particular; note that this is a mental itch) to do some blog-hoppin'/blog-reading/blog-stalking. Gotta admit, made me miss blogging again. I seriously need to get my "blogging mojo" back. Perhaps a visit to the shrink will help? (i tell you, all this psych courses are injecting psych-related effects into my system).

*a moment of silence*

Wait! How the hell did I go from thinking of something that I wanted to talk about to going on about psych and my "blogging mojo"? Another epic case of blogging diarrhea =.=

So anyway, along with the blog-reading and shit like that, I found myself checking out latest updates in LookBook.nu




I think it's time to add vertical stripes to my wardrobe...

What say you, babes? ;-)

Till' I get my 'mojo' back!!!

don't talk. please listen

Saturday, March 20

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Girl: Papa, I'm sorry. 
(her face sulking; eyes focused downwards, glancing over at the mess she made)

Girl: I'm sorry. I accidentally. I hit it. My hand. Too fast. 
(tears started to form at the corner of her eyes and she tried to suck in the sobs back)

Papa: Baby, come here. 
(he stretched his arms wide out and motioned for her to come into his embrace)

Girl: I'm sorry. Glass broke. 
(she hugged her Dad tight)

Papa: It's Ok. There there now. It was an accident. It's just a glass of water. 

Girl: I fell down. sobs. Leg not good. Floor slippery. Not lying. 

Papa: Yes princess. I know. I believe you my little girl. You didn't mean it. 
(and he gave her a peck on her cheek)

.......

Girl: I didn't do it! I don't even know where this is coming from, Ma.

Mum: This thing... this talk about all this behavior. Sarah can't be lying. She saw what she saw. The least you could do is stop denying and explain to me why did it happen. 

Girl: So you trust Sarah over my words? Just because I'm your daughter, it doesn't mean that everything is my fault. 

Mum: Don't you dare turn this around and shift the blame on me, young lady! When are you gonna start admitting your faults?

Girl: When I've actually done something wrong. 
(tears of anger rolled down her left cheek)
(she looks over at her Dad for support, but he just kept silent; reading his daily paper)

Mum: sigh... I don't know who are you anymore, dear. Why are you hurting us this way? 
(she left the room and walk towards the kitchen)

Girl: (whispers) Why are you guys hurting me this way?

.......

Sometimes, all that kid needs is trust. The kind that her parents had for her when she was young, innocent and truthful.

Sometimes, all that kid needs is her parents. Those that promise to stand by no matter what; against all odds. Especially when others around don't.




some days like today

Thursday, March 11

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Crap! I'm working on something to write but it's only a quarter done and I already feel like clicking the "delete" tab for that post. =(

This is tragic. I've not been updating for quite some time and when I've finally found the urge to, everything I write seems pointless. Shit! Crap! Damn!

Sometimes I wish we could all live in a world where people will all dance around all day and cartoons would sing along while bubbles float in harmony; reflecting rainbow lights =)

Till' I'm in the zone again ~




sweet dreams, lovelies

Wednesday, March 10

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When you smile, I smile with you,
When you cry, I feel it too,
You are my soul, my heart coming out to you,

Be my eyes when I can't see,
Be my voice when I can't speak,
Be my life when darkness creeps on me,

Hoo, sajna sajna sajna re,
Hai just sajna sajna sajna re

Sajna sajna sajna re
Hai just sajna sajna sajna re

Throw the stars that shine so bright,
Cross the sky and cross the night,
Making ways to be right by your side

Hold me close don't let me go
Hold me tight don't you say no
Save the love we have for ever more

Ho, sajna sajna sajna re,
Hai just sajna sajna sajna re

Sajna sajna sajna re
Hai just sajna sajna sajna re

Save me, when my dream catches fire
(Spare?) me, in my only desire
Wake me, when the pain is over
Take me, now (Take me, now) ...2

When you smile, I smile with you,
When you cry, I feel it too,
You are my soul, my heart coming out to you,

Be my eyes when I can see,
Be my voice when I can speak,
Be my life when darkness creeps on me,

Through the stars that shine so bright,
Cross the sky and cross the night,
Making ways to be right by your side

Hold me close don't let me go
Hold me tight don't you say no
Save the love we have for ever more...