But somehow I can’t believe
That anything should happen.
I know where I belong,
And nothing’s gonna happen.
- Tal Bachman, She’s So High
Well, gawkier than usual. Just like the guy whose feet were too big for his bed; nothing seems to fit… Nope, nothing has ever fit.
I guess it’s just a sign that it’s not time [to make a change, just relax take it easy...]. When things finally click between me and a guy, I’ll let you people know.
Until then, I’m going to enjoy singledom. I’m pretty happy being “loveless” anyway.
Most of the time.
This is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
“I would do anything for love,
I’d run right into hell and back.”
- Meat Loaf, I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That)
I had an epiphany last night.
WARNING: THIS POST MAY BE A LITTLE GROSS FOR MANY READERS.
As the household’s official poop-scooper, I took my dog out for her to do her business like I do on most nights.
Because of her current situation, she’s been eating the worst smelling dog food on the face of the earth. Aaaand the change in her diet obviously had a direct effect on her excrement.
Before when she was on dry food, her crap came in cute little lumpy stumps [see Mr. Hankey]. But now with her PHP50/day magic in a can, they look like black moist Play-Doh snakes [I can't get hold of an image that could capture what they look like; let's just say that I've never seen sh*t like that in my entire life].
I’m not the kind of person who likes waiting around, but since she’s so cute that even when she’s doing her thing you can’t help but go “kyaaa” even a little, I didn’t mind so much. As I watched her answering nature’s call, and I noticed that she was taking longer than usual to get her business done. I guess the muscles down there aren’t as strong as they used to be.
[BGmusic: my mom's music - Michael Buble, I dunno this song]
Quote for the day:
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
- We all know the song.
I spent Valentine’s with some friends at the air show at Clark. And yes, it was fun.
But I’m not blogging about my Feb14 to tell you guys about how sunburned I was at the end of the day, or how we got stuck in traffic so we missed the balloons altogether, or how I’m itching to know how Rico Yan and Judy Ann Santos resolved their conflict in Kay Tagal Kita Hinintay [we stopped over a friend's house for merienda and it was showing on Cinema One, okay?]…
I’m writing about Feb14 because of someone I love very much.
My dad: “Remember when we brought you to Kalay and -” My mom: “I cried.” My dad again: “We were looking at four years ahead of us. Now, three months. Three months.”
- talk over dinner at a Chinese restaurant back in January
Dear Wordpress,
My golly, it’s been a while.
A lot has happened since I disappeared from the blogosphere.
By faith, I’m going to be graduating in two months.
Because of my thriving love affair with the sun, I am now officially tall, dark and handsome. Awhile ago I realized that I’m now darker than my brother, which was both pretty cool and freaky at the same time.
I never blog about TV because I hardly watch TV and blog posts about television bore me to death.
By faith, I’m going to be graduating in two months.