Monday, February 21, 2011

Being Ignored

Mom brought me up with good manners. I don't ignore people (at least I try to, mind the fact that I might have forgotten to respond or I just couldn't hear the other person speaking to me). Ignorance is rude. Agree?

Saturday, February 19, 2011

A quote that I fonder

Came along this line which I thought will give us, all the girls/women out there the courage boost,

You don't have to loose the girl in you to be a woman. You just have consider who are the people around when you let that girl out of you...

Material Girl

I took a look at the mini and I thought to myself when will I ever get to feel the adrenaline rush in that car of mine...

I took a look at the LV handbag and I thought to myself when will I ever get to carry that bag of mine...

I took a look at the wine bottles and I thought to myself when will I ever get to sip all those wine of mine...

I took a look at the travel package and I thought to myself when will I ever get to travel to Maldives, Mauritius, Holland, Venice, Italy, Paris and etc, those frequent holiday locations of mine...

I took a look at the luxurious condominium and I thought to myself when will I ever get to move in to that place of mine...

I took a look at the hunk sitting across me and I thought to myself when will that boyfriend of mine starts talking to me...

I took a look at the name-card and I thought to myself when will my company print me one with that position of mine...

I took a look at the radiant complexion of hers and I thought to myself when will I uncover that radiant face of mine without make-up...

I took a look in the bikini-s and I thought when will I have the courage to wear that in this hot body of mine...

I guess the lack of sleep does spark the materialistic thoughts of mine and the illusionist side of me. None of the above are mine. In time, they will. :)

Sunday, February 13, 2011

I'm NOT yours

The scene remain vivid in my mind. I thought it was just another one of those routine argument of ours. But it isn't. Perhaps I should say he was just being his routine self, and I'm not. I got exhausted begging for it...

While on the phone, I could feel the tears within my eyes and within my heart. But I hold it strong, as I tell myself, this is not going to be another routine scene.

Felt like screaming at the top of my lungs after we hang up. But it wasn't convenient as it was in public. I'm not a crazy woman.

Called up my best friend to tell her how upset I was. I thought I would break down while talking with her. But I didn't. Quickly brushed off the matter telling her I just want to drive home.

Reached home. Nobody was around. Took a look at the house. It was filled with all the memories that we had, though we never stayed together. Every corner of the house seems to be filled with the thought of him. I murmured to myself, "It's over, it's really over... really over... really over."

Tears once again recollected itself. But I quickly dried them up. Went out for some drinks, thinking perhaps it would put my mind off things.

After a couple of drinks, my friend gave me a pat on my head and shoulders. Not sure if it was the pat on the head and shoulders or if it was with the alcohol influence, I finally broke down. Quavering, I cried my heart out of it.

It was another painful moment. As though a knife has just cut itself through my heart.

The next day, I woke up. Put aside everything. And I thought to myself, "Hey... it isn't that bad. I got over it pretty quick."