You know how it's like to be reminded of things when you smell a certain scent, or see a certain sight, or taste a certain kind of food? You know how nostalgia suddenly takes over and memories suddenly come rushing through your brain? And you find yourself either smiling or tearing up? Well lately, I have been nostalgic about a lot of things and they some of them are of you. So here goes the [long] list of things which remind me of you.
1. Walking on Sampaloc St. and seeing that corner where Metrobank is situated.
2. That small Restaurant on the Corner of Sampaloc and Vito Cruz.
3. Macadamia Cookies.
4. The yellow lights of Yakal.
6. Munchies.
7. Black faux leather jackets and aviator Shades.
8. Dug up roads.
9. Hairy Legs.
10. Pesto Pasta.
11. 11:11s.
12. Pedicabs.
13. Brown Booties.
14. Plaid Polos.
15. Caffeine.
16. The word "Cypher".
17. Legaspi Park.
18. The songs "We found love", "Time after Time", "Stacey's Mom", and "Baby it's you."
19. The word "Eventually".
20. "Seeing Stars".
21. The phrase "I'll follow."
22. Massages and masseuses.
Well you know, I could go on and on and. Yes, on. I guess a lot of memories are still associated to my memories of and with you. If it's not Di obvious still, tonight I remember you :)
About Me
- Kyle Mendoza
- I hope to live life, soul search and find bliss. I seek to get lost and be found again. and again. And to eventually fall in love.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
"Can we be friends?"
In reply to the thought catalog entry "Discussion: if somebody breaks your heart, can you still be friends? http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/discussion-if-somebody-breaks-your-heart-can-you-still-be-friends/
I hate how this question pops up after the very long confrontational talk about how it isn't working anymore and that you think it's best that we end this relationship already. That's it's not really me, that it's you. That you need space and time and a breath of fresh air. That you still loved me, or at least you think you still do but you can't stay anymore. And that's the cue for that dreadful and stupid move you do, you ask the even more stupid question "Can we [still] be friends?"
NO. Well, at least not yet. Not in a million years, or maybe a tad fewer than a million, maybe a thousand or a hundred but it sure won't be anytime soon. It's stupid to ask this question because it's a lame attempt to mask your guilt, to console yourself from the guilt you're feeling. Quit it. You know very well yourself that the last thing you want to be with your now ex girlfriend is to be friends with her. Not that you hate her, or maybe you do, but because you know that it's not going to work out. It won't work out.
You come into her life, make her feel all gooey and cheesy, change her routines, infiltrate her system with you, take up all of her time, build dreams with her, pursue them a little each day, wake up one day and you realize you don't want it anymore, start to distance yourself, and then you have the talk. You know you've broken her heart and you've crushed her dreams, her soul, and whatever there is left to crush, and you ask her "Can we still be friends?" really? You think that's a good idea? So no. After you've broken someone's heart, the last thing you want to be is be her friend. I am not trying to say that ex lovers won't be friends, but I'm saying that it won't happen instantly after that break up. Don't try too hard to fix things by offering your crying shoulder when you know the reason she's crying is you. You aren't obliged to be friends. Just let life happen, see if it brings you together again and from there decide if it's smart to be friends again.
no, you can't be friends with your ex lovers after a break up, not until you both firmly know that being friends won't trigger any kind of emotion anymore and that you've already both moved on enough to handle being in each others' lives again. As friends.
I hate how this question pops up after the very long confrontational talk about how it isn't working anymore and that you think it's best that we end this relationship already. That's it's not really me, that it's you. That you need space and time and a breath of fresh air. That you still loved me, or at least you think you still do but you can't stay anymore. And that's the cue for that dreadful and stupid move you do, you ask the even more stupid question "Can we [still] be friends?"
NO. Well, at least not yet. Not in a million years, or maybe a tad fewer than a million, maybe a thousand or a hundred but it sure won't be anytime soon. It's stupid to ask this question because it's a lame attempt to mask your guilt, to console yourself from the guilt you're feeling. Quit it. You know very well yourself that the last thing you want to be with your now ex girlfriend is to be friends with her. Not that you hate her, or maybe you do, but because you know that it's not going to work out. It won't work out.
You come into her life, make her feel all gooey and cheesy, change her routines, infiltrate her system with you, take up all of her time, build dreams with her, pursue them a little each day, wake up one day and you realize you don't want it anymore, start to distance yourself, and then you have the talk. You know you've broken her heart and you've crushed her dreams, her soul, and whatever there is left to crush, and you ask her "Can we still be friends?" really? You think that's a good idea? So no. After you've broken someone's heart, the last thing you want to be is be her friend. I am not trying to say that ex lovers won't be friends, but I'm saying that it won't happen instantly after that break up. Don't try too hard to fix things by offering your crying shoulder when you know the reason she's crying is you. You aren't obliged to be friends. Just let life happen, see if it brings you together again and from there decide if it's smart to be friends again.
no, you can't be friends with your ex lovers after a break up, not until you both firmly know that being friends won't trigger any kind of emotion anymore and that you've already both moved on enough to handle being in each others' lives again. As friends.
Why I love being a Filipino.
The very first reason why I love being Filipino is because of the very beautiful history that we have. From the pre-colonization to the colonization periods up until the time of the former President Fidel Ramos. Time and time again, the Filipinos have proven how courageous, nationalistic and patriotic they are. How they would really fight for what they believe is theirs. How they ousted their colonizers and fought till the last hero died. How others chose to die in the hands of the enemy than to betray their brothers and sisters. How they gained and established what was rightfully theirs, their freedom and independence. I am proud because my fore fathers were brilliant men and women. I am proud because they have created such wonderful historical evens that will always be a part of the identity of the Philippines as an independent country.
It's sad though that a lot of the youth have forgotten how unique and how strong we Filipinos are supposed to be. how they have adhered to the culture of the foreigners. How they have become slaves to colonial mentalities. How they look past the beauty of being a Filipino.
But what I know is this, I will never trade my being a Filipino for anything. I was born a Filipino and I will die or.
Sa Isip. Sa salita. At sa Gawa.
It's sad though that a lot of the youth have forgotten how unique and how strong we Filipinos are supposed to be. how they have adhered to the culture of the foreigners. How they have become slaves to colonial mentalities. How they look past the beauty of being a Filipino.
But what I know is this, I will never trade my being a Filipino for anything. I was born a Filipino and I will die or.
Sa Isip. Sa salita. At sa Gawa.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
How I Like my Comfort [Food]
Because I'm feeling a little down in the dumps I thought of writing about my favorite comfort food to hopefully cheer me up and make you hungry. :)
When I'm sad.
I usually like having either ice cream or chocolate when I'm sad. I have recently discovered that I liked chocolate covered almonds and raisins and this has become my ultimate comfort chocolate. I also like having pancakes, even when it's not breakfast. I like it warm, with lots and lots of batter and a teaspoonful of cold syrup. It makes my day. I also like going for noodles and soup when I'm blue. I especially like Sopas or Chicken Mami, it makes me feel warm and full and contented.
When I'm tired.
Corned beef with Pork and Beans on garlic rice... with Ketchup! :) I totally love Ketchup. Actually, when I'm tired I really just want breakfast food, the silog kind of way. (Foreign readers, Silog in the Philippines means Sinangag and itlog which is Fried Rice and Egg in English. c: ) And I also make it a point that I get to drink chocolate milk because it calms me down, it's something psychological I guess. :)
When I'm mad.
Oh, when I'm mad I usually go for the sinful stuff like Jalapeno Cheetos or a big fat burger with cheese and mayo and lots and lots o ketchup. I also like to go for cold or hot coffee when I'm mad I guess it's because Coffee is my guilty pleasure and I feel like I have the excuse to give into guilty pleasures instead of raging when I'm mad.
What are your favorite comfort foods? :)
When I'm sad.
I usually like having either ice cream or chocolate when I'm sad. I have recently discovered that I liked chocolate covered almonds and raisins and this has become my ultimate comfort chocolate. I also like having pancakes, even when it's not breakfast. I like it warm, with lots and lots of batter and a teaspoonful of cold syrup. It makes my day. I also like going for noodles and soup when I'm blue. I especially like Sopas or Chicken Mami, it makes me feel warm and full and contented.
When I'm tired.
Corned beef with Pork and Beans on garlic rice... with Ketchup! :) I totally love Ketchup. Actually, when I'm tired I really just want breakfast food, the silog kind of way. (Foreign readers, Silog in the Philippines means Sinangag and itlog which is Fried Rice and Egg in English. c: ) And I also make it a point that I get to drink chocolate milk because it calms me down, it's something psychological I guess. :)
When I'm mad.
Oh, when I'm mad I usually go for the sinful stuff like Jalapeno Cheetos or a big fat burger with cheese and mayo and lots and lots o ketchup. I also like to go for cold or hot coffee when I'm mad I guess it's because Coffee is my guilty pleasure and I feel like I have the excuse to give into guilty pleasures instead of raging when I'm mad.
What are your favorite comfort foods? :)
Sunday, September 16, 2012
We Have Become a Generation of Conformists
conformist [kənˈfɔːmɪst], nounA person who adopts
the attitudes, behaviour, dress, etc. of the group to which he belongs
(taken from the freelegaldictionary.com)
I have noticed that in recent times, many young persons have lost their true identities because of conforming to norms and fads. Many teenagers have succumbed to pressures of friends and the electronic and print media. Actually, sometimes, I feel like only a very few could be considered as unique and genuine and a lot are just modified copies of another. It's like people are so scared to be labeled as "different" or "odd" that they tend to just conform to what is "accepted" or is "normal". I am not suggesting that everyone should rebel against norms or that they start a revolution of some sorts. What I am actually trying to say is that people should stick to what they really like, who they really are and what they really want to be.
Just because it's an in thing to dye your hair doesn't mean you have to. Blonde hair may be pretty, or the hombre look may be hot but if it's not you, you don't have to do it to your hair. There are a lot of ways to make your hair look pretty in it's natural color. Who says you have to look like Tumblr girls to be pretty anyway?
Just because it's an in thing to get a tattoo doesn't mean you have to go through the process of scaring yourself and hiding it from your folks because you know they won't allow you. You don't have to be pressured. Who cares if yours is the only un-inked skin in the circle of friends? It's just not you, they can stfu. Just because it's an in thing to wear mini skirts and short shorts and mid bearing shirts doesn't mean you have to wear those too. If you'll do nothing but pull your skirt down all night just because you feel uncomfortable showing so much skin in the first place, then you shouldn't have worn that. What's so wrong about going to a bar in a nice pair of pants? You don't always have to show so much skin to look sexy. Leave some for the imagination.
Just because everyone is drinking and getting wasted and getting high doesn't and you know YOLO-ing doesn't mean you have to too. There are so many other ways to YOLO, so many other ways to have fun, booze and joints don't always have to be a part of them. You can sky dive, or reef walk, those, those are YOLO experiences and not waking up in the morning and not knowing where the eff are you.
And lastly, (but you know there are so many other things that should be up here too), just because some people are skinny and slender and hot doesn't mean you have to starve yourself and work yourself up just to become like them. Today, what's beautiful is healthy and not skinny with your hipbones poking out of your sides. You just have to be healthy and fit, run a few rounds on sunny afternoons. Lift a few weights. Keep away from junk and you'll surely loose a couple of pounds.
Don't be so pressured to look like them. Wear your own style. Read your own books. Do your own things, I'll bet you 100 Bucks you'd be tons happier than when you were trying to be like them.
Why would you try to fit in when you could rather stand out?
x
Ky
Friday, September 14, 2012
The Breakfast Kind of Love
I love breakfast food, I can eat them any time of the day. I hate that people think that breakfast food can only be eaten in the morning, like how restaurants only serve breakfast meals until 11:00am. Breakfast food is the best kind of comfort food because they are less fatty than ice cream and chips and they're actually really filling.
Pancakes with banana and a bit of chocolate drops.
Garlic rice, scrambled egg and ham.
Toast, with butter and marmalade.
Garlic rice, sunny side ups and tocino.
I want us to have the breakfast kind of love where we're the first thing we have in the morning and we crave for us the whole day. The kind where at night, we force ourselves to sleep just that it would be morning faster. I want us to have the breakfast kind of love where lunch would be festive and dinner would be lovely but breakfast, us, would always be the best. Where, we don't have to be fancy but we know we're real and there's nothing else we'd rather have. Where simple things like syrup and raisins would be delightful and candles aren't needed to keep it romantic. I would love us to have the breakfast kind of love, the one that we will always want to have and we will always hate to skip. The kind that we will always still love in the morning. I want us to be constant but changing. To be different but the same. I want us to be complementary and comforting. I want us to be like omelet and orange juice on a sunny day, a perfect match.
Ky
Pancakes with banana and a bit of chocolate drops.
Garlic rice, scrambled egg and ham.
Toast, with butter and marmalade.
Garlic rice, sunny side ups and tocino.
I want us to have the breakfast kind of love where we're the first thing we have in the morning and we crave for us the whole day. The kind where at night, we force ourselves to sleep just that it would be morning faster. I want us to have the breakfast kind of love where lunch would be festive and dinner would be lovely but breakfast, us, would always be the best. Where, we don't have to be fancy but we know we're real and there's nothing else we'd rather have. Where simple things like syrup and raisins would be delightful and candles aren't needed to keep it romantic. I would love us to have the breakfast kind of love, the one that we will always want to have and we will always hate to skip. The kind that we will always still love in the morning. I want us to be constant but changing. To be different but the same. I want us to be complementary and comforting. I want us to be like omelet and orange juice on a sunny day, a perfect match.
Ky
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Hey You!
How are you? We've both been so busy, you mostly, that I haven't really had the chance to stop for a sec and ask how you are. Well, I hear you've been well and that everything seems as if they are finally falling into place. It really is so good to know that life is finally treating you better. The last years weren't so great but I know this would be YOUR year and I'm glad you're really owning it and seizing it. I always believed in you, I always believed in what you could do. :)
I miss you. I always say it cause I do. Do you even remember when we last talked? Like really talked? Not just texted, or chatted, or called each other up. Talk like, sit down over whatever and really talked. Exchanging stories, laughing, crying, and so on? I don't, I guess time hasn't exactly been on our side. We're so near yet so far but I guess sometimes being near is actually harder. I don't know, I'm babbling.
Anyway, I hope you remember me when you're in the neighborhood or the next time you're free and are in school. I'd love to sit down and talk :) I miss talking with you. I miss being silly with you. I miss being friends with you.
I just hope and pray that this isn't a one-sided thing because if it were, it would crush my heart into a million stars.
I miss you. I always say it cause I do. Do you even remember when we last talked? Like really talked? Not just texted, or chatted, or called each other up. Talk like, sit down over whatever and really talked. Exchanging stories, laughing, crying, and so on? I don't, I guess time hasn't exactly been on our side. We're so near yet so far but I guess sometimes being near is actually harder. I don't know, I'm babbling.
Anyway, I hope you remember me when you're in the neighborhood or the next time you're free and are in school. I'd love to sit down and talk :) I miss talking with you. I miss being silly with you. I miss being friends with you.
I just hope and pray that this isn't a one-sided thing because if it were, it would crush my heart into a million stars.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
I Cannot Live Like This
I just can't okay? I'm not complaining, I'm ranting.. I'm ranting because I'm tired.. I'm tired of living like this..
I'm tired of always feeling so pressured that I will take this family out of its financial difficulties. I'm 20. I just turned 20. I haven't even experienced working yet. You dream of big vacation houses and trips to Europe but did you ever even think that I have a brother who's supposed to be helping us? Isn't he supposed to be carrying that financial burden? I'm seriously so tired of feeling so pressured all the time.. So pressured that I end up failing.
I can't live like this. At home, where I'm supposed to be studying in Peace, people keep throwing tantrums! Banging things everywhere! I can't live in a house where people always nag each other about the same friggin things all the time!! I'm so tired of coming home, tired from school, without food on the table. It's still I who have to do the prepping, the cooking, the washinh! I might as well have stayed in my own unit!! I'm so friggin and effin tired to be in a house that doesn't even feel like home!! I'm so friggin tired!! I am!!
Can everybody just shut up and leave me in peace!!
I'm tired of always feeling so pressured that I will take this family out of its financial difficulties. I'm 20. I just turned 20. I haven't even experienced working yet. You dream of big vacation houses and trips to Europe but did you ever even think that I have a brother who's supposed to be helping us? Isn't he supposed to be carrying that financial burden? I'm seriously so tired of feeling so pressured all the time.. So pressured that I end up failing.
I can't live like this. At home, where I'm supposed to be studying in Peace, people keep throwing tantrums! Banging things everywhere! I can't live in a house where people always nag each other about the same friggin things all the time!! I'm so tired of coming home, tired from school, without food on the table. It's still I who have to do the prepping, the cooking, the washinh! I might as well have stayed in my own unit!! I'm so friggin and effin tired to be in a house that doesn't even feel like home!! I'm so friggin tired!! I am!!
Can everybody just shut up and leave me in peace!!
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Life is both fair and unfair
Today I realized that no matter how prepared or ready you think you are to learn about something, when it's there, you still won't be able to handle it as well as you thought you would.. Or could..
I've come across a few meaningful failures in my life.. Some I didn't think I deserved, some I didn't see coming and some I knew was bound to happen.. Many times, I failed to understand, at first of course, why of all people, these had to happen to me.. I was sometimes convinced that though I will never be perfect, I wasn't a failure either.. I guess that's life's for us.. It breaks us and re breaks us until we have been perfected from all the imperfections..
Today, another failure has unraveled before my eyes. Though I was hoping otherwise, when I did see it, I still felt my heart drop. I cried a little, asked for some hugs from friends but I knew what the right thing to do was. Suck. It. Up.
I guess we have to learn to accept that not everyone gets it at the first try. Some are more advanced than others. But that doesn't mean they're better . I would like to believe that some fail so that they'd learn better, because sometimes, we get to understand better and more thorough the second time around.
What's great about life is, it won't stop until we get it. It gives us another chance, another shot at things. It gives another opportunity to right the wrongs and to re do what we failed to do.
As I always say.. The difference between the winner and the loser is that a loser fails and quits while the winner fails yet tries again. Life is about trying and trying again. We just have to have patience enough to redo what has to be redone. We can't be beat up by our failures forever. We have to move on. We just have to.
We have to keep faith. In ourselves and in God.
Another chapter tomorrow, leave today to yesterday and face tomorrow with some positivity.
I've come across a few meaningful failures in my life.. Some I didn't think I deserved, some I didn't see coming and some I knew was bound to happen.. Many times, I failed to understand, at first of course, why of all people, these had to happen to me.. I was sometimes convinced that though I will never be perfect, I wasn't a failure either.. I guess that's life's for us.. It breaks us and re breaks us until we have been perfected from all the imperfections..
Today, another failure has unraveled before my eyes. Though I was hoping otherwise, when I did see it, I still felt my heart drop. I cried a little, asked for some hugs from friends but I knew what the right thing to do was. Suck. It. Up.
I guess we have to learn to accept that not everyone gets it at the first try. Some are more advanced than others. But that doesn't mean they're better . I would like to believe that some fail so that they'd learn better, because sometimes, we get to understand better and more thorough the second time around.
What's great about life is, it won't stop until we get it. It gives us another chance, another shot at things. It gives another opportunity to right the wrongs and to re do what we failed to do.
As I always say.. The difference between the winner and the loser is that a loser fails and quits while the winner fails yet tries again. Life is about trying and trying again. We just have to have patience enough to redo what has to be redone. We can't be beat up by our failures forever. We have to move on. We just have to.
We have to keep faith. In ourselves and in God.
Another chapter tomorrow, leave today to yesterday and face tomorrow with some positivity.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Small things, Big things
Because of the recent unfortunate events that have happened, Uni had to reduce our already brief termbreak to a pitiful 3 days. It actually feels more like a long weekend more than anything. But this short break has actually taught me to appreciate things far better.
So I have come to appreciate the real essence of a break.
Yesterday, I and two high school friends went on a night out. We went to rather famous bar at high street where everyone seemed to be at that night. After a few moments of dancing and body heat exchanging, we decided to leave. It was getting a little too crowded and a little too hot inside.
We ended up going to Starbucks, talking over a tuna pandesal and a glass of cold water. We talked about different things, random things actually and confessed about some other things too. I couldn't have appreciated their company more that night. They reminded me of how young I still am yet old at the same time as we acknowledged the fact that we were indeed not getting any younger. We said that the next time we hung out, we'd rather go out for late lunch or maybe go to a local pub and drink beer. I agreed. I was getting a bit too serious to be partying on a Saturday night.
Today, I crashed the whole day. I woke up a few minutes past ten. Mom cooked up chicken with cumin flavoring. It felt perfect to have that for the a first meal on a bright sunny Sunday. We watched tv for a while and I fell asleep after. I woke up and it was already half past four. I couldn't get any more sleep so I picked my book up and read. I still am reading it now, before I paused to write this entry. I actually wanted to say that I have officially crashed the couch today! And did nothing, well nothing tedious or stressful. And it was a good day. :)
You know, if you choose to look at things differently, you'd realize that even the small things can actually bring great things :) its a matter of perspective! :)
Agape.
So I have come to appreciate the real essence of a break.
Yesterday, I and two high school friends went on a night out. We went to rather famous bar at high street where everyone seemed to be at that night. After a few moments of dancing and body heat exchanging, we decided to leave. It was getting a little too crowded and a little too hot inside.
We ended up going to Starbucks, talking over a tuna pandesal and a glass of cold water. We talked about different things, random things actually and confessed about some other things too. I couldn't have appreciated their company more that night. They reminded me of how young I still am yet old at the same time as we acknowledged the fact that we were indeed not getting any younger. We said that the next time we hung out, we'd rather go out for late lunch or maybe go to a local pub and drink beer. I agreed. I was getting a bit too serious to be partying on a Saturday night.
Today, I crashed the whole day. I woke up a few minutes past ten. Mom cooked up chicken with cumin flavoring. It felt perfect to have that for the a first meal on a bright sunny Sunday. We watched tv for a while and I fell asleep after. I woke up and it was already half past four. I couldn't get any more sleep so I picked my book up and read. I still am reading it now, before I paused to write this entry. I actually wanted to say that I have officially crashed the couch today! And did nothing, well nothing tedious or stressful. And it was a good day. :)
You know, if you choose to look at things differently, you'd realize that even the small things can actually bring great things :) its a matter of perspective! :)
Agape.
Monday, September 3, 2012
There Are Three Sides to the Story
I just felt the urge to write this entry. I feel like with the different relationships I got myself into, I've well experienced the three sides to the story. The three being, The cheater, the one being cheated on and the mistress.
Before you judge me, please do finish reading the blog. That's the least you can do before you pass judgement unto me.
So here it goes.
I was once a cheater.
No, not literally. It was more like, I being in a relationship with someone I didn't have genuine feelings for because I was still in love with his friend, who was my ex love[r]. Do you know that Katy Perry song? (of course, who doesn't?) "When I'm with him I am thinking of you." sorta thing? That was what happened. It didn't last long though because I knew I wasn't fooling anyone. But if it's anything, I can't stand cheating and I think it's the last thing I could ever do. But in [lame] defense of those who cheated, SOME, do not plan it. They don't intentionally fall for that friend who treated him better than his girlfriend ever could. You can only hold him liable when he acts on those emotions and pursues whatever he thinks should be pursued.
I was (more than) once cheated on.
And it sucked. It was nothing like I ever felt before. I hated being so scared of hearing the answer to "Me or her?" because I knew that if it was me, I wouldn't be sitting there asking him that question. I hated having to fight for that dying relationship only to find out that he already left even before I started fighting. Ladies and gents, please do try to understand when your ex who you cheated on releases her wrath against you in every way possible. In Silence or in Rage. But of course, when they go too far you can always call for a protection order! ;)
I was (more than) once (willingly and unknowingly) the third party.
Willingly. I'd like to agree with Sari's line from the movie "The Mistress" when she said no one ever dreamed of being the other woman. Sometimes though, even the smartest people become stupid for love. I thrived on the attention and care, though little, that he could give. I settled for that rather than completely not having a shot at it entirely. I know, it was unacceptable, and I deserved more than that and the girl did not deserve that. But it happened and it was not like I planned it too. But I left and that was the best decision I ever made, romantically speaking.
Unknowingly.
I am the kind of person who takes one for his word. You believe what you want to believe and if you want to believe when he says he loves you, you'll believe it even when his friends tell you you're not the only one.
I do not ask you to condone other people's mistakes but I think it's always good to listen to their side of the story... before we rebuke them and help them. Most of the time, there's a sensible reason. People don't just go stupid for nothing right?
Before you judge me, please do finish reading the blog. That's the least you can do before you pass judgement unto me.
So here it goes.
I was once a cheater.
No, not literally. It was more like, I being in a relationship with someone I didn't have genuine feelings for because I was still in love with his friend, who was my ex love[r]. Do you know that Katy Perry song? (of course, who doesn't?) "When I'm with him I am thinking of you." sorta thing? That was what happened. It didn't last long though because I knew I wasn't fooling anyone. But if it's anything, I can't stand cheating and I think it's the last thing I could ever do. But in [lame] defense of those who cheated, SOME, do not plan it. They don't intentionally fall for that friend who treated him better than his girlfriend ever could. You can only hold him liable when he acts on those emotions and pursues whatever he thinks should be pursued.
I was (more than) once cheated on.
And it sucked. It was nothing like I ever felt before. I hated being so scared of hearing the answer to "Me or her?" because I knew that if it was me, I wouldn't be sitting there asking him that question. I hated having to fight for that dying relationship only to find out that he already left even before I started fighting. Ladies and gents, please do try to understand when your ex who you cheated on releases her wrath against you in every way possible. In Silence or in Rage. But of course, when they go too far you can always call for a protection order! ;)
I was (more than) once (willingly and unknowingly) the third party.
Willingly. I'd like to agree with Sari's line from the movie "The Mistress" when she said no one ever dreamed of being the other woman. Sometimes though, even the smartest people become stupid for love. I thrived on the attention and care, though little, that he could give. I settled for that rather than completely not having a shot at it entirely. I know, it was unacceptable, and I deserved more than that and the girl did not deserve that. But it happened and it was not like I planned it too. But I left and that was the best decision I ever made, romantically speaking.
Unknowingly.
I am the kind of person who takes one for his word. You believe what you want to believe and if you want to believe when he says he loves you, you'll believe it even when his friends tell you you're not the only one.
I do not ask you to condone other people's mistakes but I think it's always good to listen to their side of the story... before we rebuke them and help them. Most of the time, there's a sensible reason. People don't just go stupid for nothing right?
Twitter Trending Topics
I love Twitter, it's like one of the best vices I have. I don't know why it's so addictive and enjoyable when all you get to do is just post your thought, whim, rant and other whatnots on it. One of the reasons why I use it is because of the inability of your followers to comment on your tweets, unlike in Facebook which is too accommodating of other people's opinions. I guess, Twitter makes me feel like I can be narcissistic and not worry too much that people would hurriedly place their thoughts on my posts. Safe haven much?
Anyway, the other day, there was a trending topic which appealed to me. Twas something like "#WaysToPissAGirlOff". I posted "Lie to her face. Most often that not, she already knows what you're up to so don't even bother lying." it's true. I don't know why men don't already know that when women ask them questions, especially when they're doing something wrong, they ask to confirm and not to know. And if you attempt to lie, you'd be screwed. If she doesn't know yet, expect that after you lie, she will know. So the point is, don't even bother lying to a girl because she will eventually find out.
But women are like judges; even if they have all the evidence in their hands, they still want you to enter your plea, to hear it directly from you, And at the earliest opportunity possible, I suggest you enter your truthful plea. Don't go pleading not guilty and go through that process of having to dig up evidence, because it will get dirty. She will find all possible evidence to use against you until you'll feel ashamed of yourself and regret lying in the first place. We have instincts like that of bomb sniffing dogs; no matter how hard you try to hide that bomb, we WILL be able to spot that bomb.. Even from afar.
Honestly, I'd rather you be truthful with me. If you're unhappy, come up to me and tell me straight up that you're unhappy. Tell me you've found someone else. Tell me it's not you and it really is me. Tell me that it just isn't the same anymore, that were through and that you're sorry or you're not. Dot tell me we can still be friends because that's the worst assurance you can give us after breaking up with us. Don't give us anything to hold on to because boy will we hold on to it. If you haven't realized it still, us girls are a sentimental specie. We attach every meaning possible to everything even the smallest hello's and liking of FB statuses.
Wow, this blog has gone to one topic to another. I guess what I'm really just trying to say is.. Don't lie.. Give us the painful truth, we can handle it or well at least try.. Don't give us sugar coated white lies.. We're not stupid.
Anyway, the other day, there was a trending topic which appealed to me. Twas something like "#WaysToPissAGirlOff". I posted "Lie to her face. Most often that not, she already knows what you're up to so don't even bother lying." it's true. I don't know why men don't already know that when women ask them questions, especially when they're doing something wrong, they ask to confirm and not to know. And if you attempt to lie, you'd be screwed. If she doesn't know yet, expect that after you lie, she will know. So the point is, don't even bother lying to a girl because she will eventually find out.
But women are like judges; even if they have all the evidence in their hands, they still want you to enter your plea, to hear it directly from you, And at the earliest opportunity possible, I suggest you enter your truthful plea. Don't go pleading not guilty and go through that process of having to dig up evidence, because it will get dirty. She will find all possible evidence to use against you until you'll feel ashamed of yourself and regret lying in the first place. We have instincts like that of bomb sniffing dogs; no matter how hard you try to hide that bomb, we WILL be able to spot that bomb.. Even from afar.
Honestly, I'd rather you be truthful with me. If you're unhappy, come up to me and tell me straight up that you're unhappy. Tell me you've found someone else. Tell me it's not you and it really is me. Tell me that it just isn't the same anymore, that were through and that you're sorry or you're not. Dot tell me we can still be friends because that's the worst assurance you can give us after breaking up with us. Don't give us anything to hold on to because boy will we hold on to it. If you haven't realized it still, us girls are a sentimental specie. We attach every meaning possible to everything even the smallest hello's and liking of FB statuses.
Wow, this blog has gone to one topic to another. I guess what I'm really just trying to say is.. Don't lie.. Give us the painful truth, we can handle it or well at least try.. Don't give us sugar coated white lies.. We're not stupid.
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