These coming three weeks or so will be a blast, not in a good way of course. I hope I’ll survive. So as past times, I’m busy searching for places for getaways. Anywhere but here. However, staying in my bed sounds good too.

Don’t get too fucked up yet, cause I need you to be the Grandmama-Wife-material-kind- of-Househusband that you are when the good news is out!!!!! And hopefully, my plans for our weekly trips will come true! YIPPEEE!

1- Stuff that has been mentioned repeatedly is not met, or someone undermines the hugeness of my dos and don’ts and think that I wouldn’t mind, when I actually do, because it’s a big deal, that’s why I mentioned my pet peeves in the first place. Is it so difficult to do? It’s like me eating in your car, or, messing with your office desk, or snooping around your bedroom. Do you want me to misuse your credit card? (Cause you’ve told me your security code already). So please, PLUG IN!

2- You will most likely hit my nerves when you mention the band that is not worth mentioning in this blog. Duh. Cause you have ruined it for me.Really. There’s no turning back, I will most definitely go berserk over it! And that’s equivalent to people commenting you’re too old to skate. Believe you me, I’ve checked your Ipod before just to check if you have that band. You might think I’m being unreasonable, but you were never in my shoes so that’s my say!

3- Here are some words that may or may not anger me (depends on my mood), i.e. locker, a college’s name, a certain name- which used to be very repulsive at the slightest mention of it but now, amazingly, I can hear it but only from others, and you can’t. And don’t ever refer this name with something equivalent to the word former, because again, believe you me, you will never hear the end of it.

And I still remember everything, so those things that I’ve mentioned above are the Big time-NO NO, you are welcome to hear me throwing a fit if you want to see me being overly sensitive and overreacting. Anytime.

Lazy day today, I’m still trying to finish my story- I KNOW! What story? Heh, it’s a story that I have sworn to do ever since November? It’s just a made up story- well duh, can’t be factual. Okay, it’s based on my fantasy, yes, I’ve put all the scenes that I find likeable, hehe, mostly scenes that have the high potential to make me squirm and go over the edge, because they are not, in any way, lame. Believe me. And btw, it’s not a porn story. Gosh. But they can be erotic hehe, for the main character’s own good, which is me.

If I search deeply, could this idea behind my writing come solely from my outcry to nail my ‘I want I want’ so bad? I started in November, hmmm… no wait, I think the premise came in October. I just began to write a month after that. Initially, I projected for a short story, but I came up with more incidents that get going after another. It’s going to be dramatic! Woohoo. Well at least I’m having fun exploring my sea of imagination.

Popsie was showing off his experience with his two-timing ex about their parts in writing love letters. Can’t say much about the content of the letters though, judging by his birthday cards and all-occasion cards that he gave me. I guess, I can imagine his words and plea- HAHAHA. No thanks. Sincerely, POPs. Cracks me up!

And…it’s raining now…

I’m really looking forward to the certainty of my uncertainties. By being hopeful, it’s helping me to be motivated. And I love it when I’m motivated. Hmm… the feel of my blog is different now I must say, it’s been, how do I say it, less dark? See, I can be colorful too.

A couple of weeks ago, I was filling in application forms, and there were spaces that I needed to fill in, and I was aware that I wanted to write it the way I wanted it, not as something that was ‘preferred’. It mattered to me to have it written down. But I knew I was kidding myself. As for the one that was most preferred, I sure didn’t know what to write about that.

Few days ago, I filled it in with the one that I’ve wanted to write for so long.

It ticked me off when my boss said that I had a walk-in interview, when in fact it wasn’t. Because I had an appointment with them, I was just too tired to explain it to her. But it doesn’t matter now. It makes me smile when I was told that I was lucky to have the rarest opportunity to be interviewed by them. I completely agree! Weeks and months ago, I would never dreamed of meeting them under the circumstances like the ones that I had recently. It happened in a span of  5 days! Thank you, God.

The other day, I was having high tea with my close friend and confidant, looking around me, I felt like I was a different person sort of, I began to feel as if things were beginning to make sense.

One thing that I’ve learned, it’s true when they say, the impossible is possible.

Having said all this, I’m not saying that I’ll seal the deal, though I already have with them (they already congratulated me, which is really cool!), I’m still not sure with the other part- which will be the hardest. But I hope I’ll get it anyway.

Last week’s experience was like ones that I felt when I first went out with Mr President, and when I first talked on the phone with Mr Brown, and when I got my degree classification. So I want to relive this experience once again! Ehem, I meant, the current one. Why? You think you can sweep me off my feet once again Mr Able??

So let me get this straight, from the dreams, I psychologically yearn to be with the Royal family? Nope, I don’t think so. But that meaning’s too obvious, I think it goes deeper than that.

Anyway, there are 5 things that I need to do within a week! Gosh, I haven’t really had good sleep because of this.

Sometimes I don’t even know why I made this blog in the first place, I thought I could let out everything that bugs me but it kinda makes me look sad in return! There was a definite reason behind this blog, and I was hoping that it could lead me to post something cheery and miraculous, but so far I’m the one who’s laughing, and it’s not over something funny. And I think Mr President is laughing with me and at me.

Life is really passing me by, and I want more. It’s like having your life written in a book, and my story is not interesting at all. It’s not colorful. I know it’s not too late but when is ‘too late’? Because life is short. There are so many things that I wanna do before I die. From now on, I’m not even gonna care, that should be my motto. Do I care about being new and having to start over? I shouldn’t. Because at the end of the day, I’m able to go home and in the arms of my loved ones. That should be my happy thought. Should I care about what others think? Again, I shouldn’t, I don’t want to be limited by them. I should grab anything I want, and who gives a damn? Should I commit myself in the confinement of how society is supposed to live? No, that is exactly why I feel like my life is passing me by. Because I still have a lot to do and a lot to conquer. Of course, I’m not blaming society… per se. It’s the confinement. We naturally mistakes it as our comfort zone, by we, I mean, I…

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I’m nervous about this upcoming performance that I’m directing, I haven’t really come up with the music, been wasting time doing something else, and I’ve to get it done by the end of next week. I’ve got to prioritise!!! :/

So tonight, as my friend was sending me home, her car was stopped by the cop cause of her license plate which is illegal. Fine, we pulled over. They asked for my friend’s ID, they had a look and asked her to step outside. We complied. All the while, they were serious, giving us the attitude like we shouldn’t mess with them. Hey officers, there’s no need to raise the voice. Long story short, it wasn’t like we refused to pay for the ticket, in fact I was the one who wanted to pay that damn thing at that time, it’s just that they said we had to go the station tomorrow at working hours. What we can’t accept here is that, what ever happens to manners? Will it be any different if we were some VIPs, or daughters of some rich people. They asked for her ID, and still asked for her address. I butted in...’err, it’s on her ID‘, one of them asked her age, she said it’s on her ID so work it out. One of the cops said, no it’s not on the ID (obviously he was challenged by her reply). He asked again, tension was building, he looked pissed. I answered his question for her, “29 years old”, he asked my friend again, and I told him again, unhappy, he wanted her to answer it. Ego much?? We asked for their names, they asked us why we needed their names for. That part, we just wanted to mess with their heads as it’s too obvious that they’re worried about us reporting on them, things like that. I know it’s their job to give tickets but the way we treated them tonight was exactly how they wanted to be treated. They don’t have to be super nice, but at the same time, they don’t have to be rude like we’re some kind of axe-murderer. Some people tend to forget this because they have the power to arrest people or or that’s how we should see them or whatever but don’t abuse your power.

I know people will still think that we lose ground to this, so no need to give the “it’s the law” shit. But at the end of the day, we are all people. I’m sure they’ll think twice about giving some big fish a ticket let alone pulling their cars over. Never see that happen, ever. But let that be another story.