Me: God? Where's my love story\/
God: Didn't we have this conversation before?
Me: No...? I think this is the first time we've had this talk.
God: Ha! Really?
Me: Yeah! Really! So anyway, where's my love story?
God: I'm not done with it yet!
Me: Aww. Do I at least get to meet my other half before you're finished?
God: Who says you haven't met him yet?
Me: So I know him already?
God: (pauses and thinks) Who says you do?
Me: (laughing) God, Seriously? You're answering my questions withj questions.
God: Am I? Oh hey I did it again.(laughs)
Me: are you really God?
God: ....
Me: Just curious.
God: Why do you ask?
Me: You kinda sound like me. So, are you God?
God: Who says I am?
Me: So what? you're my subconscious then?
God: (laughing) You already know who I am. No need to ask questions child. As for your love story, relax. I'm making sure you're both ready for each other before anything starts. :D
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Dabbling at mystery
She had a weird feeling that someone was watching her. She thought she was just being paranoid after the suspense-thriller movie marathon that she had with her bestfriend the other night but she couldn't shake that weird feeling off.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when her name was called by the barista. She was at her favorite coffee shop. After the long week that she had, she couldn't believe her brain still had the energy to even think at all. She got up her chair and to go get her order, a mocha frappe plus a really tasty muffin and a fruit mix.
As she sat back down, the nagging feeling that she had since she got out of the house of this morning came back. Gia looked around at the cafe. Smiling at a few patrons that she knew from around town. Satisfied that is amiss, she went back to the book that she was reading.
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Dan was doing his usual everyday run when he saw her walk out of her house. Dan is a good looking guy if he was being humble. Standing at 6'3" with a swimmer's build - broad shoulders, narrow hips, dark brown hair, light brown eyes, Dan Kirkland sure looked like a heartbreaker. He knew that, but his momma raised him well. Taught him to treat girls right.
But damn, from first sight he knew that the woman will be the death of him. He followed her,careful not to alert her of his presence until she entered the coffee shop. He went after her a few minutes later - letting her settle in, and looked for a spot where he can see her. Dan's well aware that's what he's doing creepy. Hell, he creeps himself out as it is. But he just couldn't help it. He's a curious bloke and he's the type who will not stop until that curiosity is sated.
He ordered his coffee and a few pastries himself and discreetly eyed the beauty that piqued his interest. She was probably around 5'4". "I would look like a giant ogre beside her," he thought. Her long brown hair looked so soft. And her slightly tan complexion made his mouth water. With a final resolve he said to himself, " I have got to get to know her."
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He stayed in the shadows of the alley right across the coffee shop. Waiting for her to come out. He has waited so long for this moment. "It's time" he said. He was not going to hold back now that he has found her. His Gia. He hid further in the shadows waiting for the perfect timing to get to her. Whispering to himself, "You'll be mine Gia. We'll be together soon."
She was snapped out of her thoughts when her name was called by the barista. She was at her favorite coffee shop. After the long week that she had, she couldn't believe her brain still had the energy to even think at all. She got up her chair and to go get her order, a mocha frappe plus a really tasty muffin and a fruit mix.
As she sat back down, the nagging feeling that she had since she got out of the house of this morning came back. Gia looked around at the cafe. Smiling at a few patrons that she knew from around town. Satisfied that is amiss, she went back to the book that she was reading.
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Dan was doing his usual everyday run when he saw her walk out of her house. Dan is a good looking guy if he was being humble. Standing at 6'3" with a swimmer's build - broad shoulders, narrow hips, dark brown hair, light brown eyes, Dan Kirkland sure looked like a heartbreaker. He knew that, but his momma raised him well. Taught him to treat girls right.
But damn, from first sight he knew that the woman will be the death of him. He followed her,careful not to alert her of his presence until she entered the coffee shop. He went after her a few minutes later - letting her settle in, and looked for a spot where he can see her. Dan's well aware that's what he's doing creepy. Hell, he creeps himself out as it is. But he just couldn't help it. He's a curious bloke and he's the type who will not stop until that curiosity is sated.
He ordered his coffee and a few pastries himself and discreetly eyed the beauty that piqued his interest. She was probably around 5'4". "I would look like a giant ogre beside her," he thought. Her long brown hair looked so soft. And her slightly tan complexion made his mouth water. With a final resolve he said to himself, " I have got to get to know her."
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He stayed in the shadows of the alley right across the coffee shop. Waiting for her to come out. He has waited so long for this moment. "It's time" he said. He was not going to hold back now that he has found her. His Gia. He hid further in the shadows waiting for the perfect timing to get to her. Whispering to himself, "You'll be mine Gia. We'll be together soon."
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Write drunk.
"Shut your mouth when you have nothing good to say."
Or so they say.
Well sadly, for those people, I'm not that kind of person. I am more a "write-drunk-edit-sober" type. Although, unfortunately for me, I don't get drunk literally. It's just that I write best when emotions are running high. You see, I don't have much of a choice. In my head, no one will ever understand me, so I keep it all to myself. Or let's just say that, no one would really care to listen. Hence this blog--a not so filtered dump site for my thoughts and feelings(if I am even capable of any)--good or bad.
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I like my silence. Silence is my bestfriend. Me being silent is not always equivalent to me being serious. Most of the time it is just me being me. It's just me sitting with my thoughts or lack thereof. It is not about you or anybody else. Silence is my little corner. MY being the operative word.
As much as you might not want to believe me, I am a socially awkward creature. I do not like confrontations. I cry when I get yelled at. I cry when I'm angry. Tears are my defense mechanism. next to sarcasm. I can speak well, thank you very much. I have even hosted functions before. As a very opinionated person, I am required to talk. My job requires me to talk. But when it comes to one on one conversations, that is where I suck. I can communicate well verbally. But when things get emotional, that is when I shut up. I can talk to you about politics or the justice system or anything cruel in this world. But i sledom talk about matters of the heart.No. I am more of a listener when it comes to that certain subject.
I guess that is mainly the reason why I write.
...to cross that bridge that they call brain-to-mouth filter. I was always taught to think before speaking. i think that is somewhere in the bible too. and when it is in the bible, then who am i to object.?
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What can you not understand???
your woes are not my woes.
your dreams are not my dreams.
i wasn't raised stupid you know.
i have a good head on my shoulders.
yet you keep treating me like an imbecile of some sort.
I don't want to be on a leash. I've been on a leash my whole life.
So no. You don't get to tell me what to do or where to go.
I am making my own decisions. If i have to make mistakes, then fine! I'll make them but i will make them on my own.
Be confident that i was raised good enough.
I am good enough.
I have my own dreams.
I have my own plans. Not concrete yet but I have plans.
And as of this moment, I am not certain about a lot of things.
But one thing is for sure.
I am good enough.
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okay. now i'm rambling.
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