In my dreams, I was dressed like Christine Dae and the man standing in front of me was dressed like a knight in shining armor without the mask, he didn’t resemble Erik at all. I wasn’t really the girl I mean she looked like me … prettier and skinnier I think but definitely me, but it seems like I was looking from the outside. I examined the guy, he was tall and he was dark and safe to say handsome, with the aristocratic nose. He knelt down in front of the girl (w/c was me in another time) and offered a ring … I stood in the middle of them and looked at the ring, I tried taking it but my hand just passed right through it. It was a diamond twist ring with an oval pink sapphire, even in my past life I still crave for pink and this handsome man must have known that otherwise he would have picked up something else for her, for me, whatever, it was confusing.
The scene was I think in a garden below the balcony of some sorts in a castle or palace of some forgotten king. Why, I must have been the princess or another what with the elegance of the dress she’s wearing and the curls of her hair … my gosh I really was curly even in another lifetime, she didn’t look happy … her face looked strict. Damn! Do I look that strict too? Now?
She or I must not have liked him for the look on my or on her face was placid and watching their interaction unfold before me … she didn’t accept the ring nor did she offer her hand. Waaaaaaaaa so I really was bitchy even in another lifetime … and damn was I pretty.
That dream was cut short coz mom woke me up to take my meds. So that was the result of my fever….isssshhhhh state and of me browsing for gemstone jewelry. But damn it was a good one … I mean though my counterpart obviously didn’t like the guy for reasons I can’t fathom but looking at a prettier, skinnier, bitchier me was definitely worth it. Heheheeh
Remembered the movie Richie Rich and how I loved his big mansion … with the gadgets and all. Was talking to Jaydee over the phone earlier she asked me if we can go malling later in the afternoon as her hubby dearest is thinking of getting a home theater setup in their loft sometime later this month. Didn’t know Mr. Korean is interested in home theaters and British films as well but then he is and now he’s asking my help in looking for the perfect set.
Was like duh!!!! As if I’d know what to select, what the basis would be in choosing which over that. Grrr … and being the usual home buddy that I am (charness!!) I rely on google and the internet to help me get the info that I need. So instead of malling with Jaydee, just googled for discount home theater seating and sets then provided her a site that offers free shipping and handling. There’s a toll free number for her to call and make the arrangements if it ever comes to that point.
Was awakened by cough and my stuffy nose and by the constant beeping of my phone … got several birthday messages from people who didn’t bother to spare a single text message days and months ago … but in fairness they do remember my birthday and showed that they do by way of greeting.
But then what for? They were never around days and months before when I thought I needed them. Grrrr …. And you call that friends? Shallow!!!
Am not yet officially 22 years old … mom said I was born 9 minutes before the clock hits 12 midnight … so later when the clock it about to cross to the 24th I’ll be 22. What difference does it make? Nothing, its just me and useless ramblings. Got these from Lex of Parisukat.com … tosha bro 
Am turning a year older tomorrow … and am not sure if I like it. Hehehe …. will be 22 and I still feel like 12. Still crave for cotton candy despite the major damage it caused to my teeth years ago, still play in the rain like a 5 year old, still cry coz things didn’t turn out my way, still want a teddy bear like a lil girl, still act and think like a kid at most times. Can’t help it … Wafa used to say, “Ui Wena grow up kuno” huhuhu … I am trying my damnedest to say “diha” the right way instead of my usual “dira”; I’ve been laughed at coz of the way I talk, the way I react to things, the way I express my ideas. It sucks … must have been the reason why I’ve learned to just keep mum throughout meetings and gatherings … better that than have them all look my way and laugh.
Mom said … thats the result of people spoiling you … you think, you act as if you’re 12. Hahay …. so tomorrow I’ll be older … I’ll make it my b-day resolution to stop saying “dira” and use “diha” instead … and hopefully they’ll stop making fun of me.
Women, you really have a hard time understanding them. There are times that you feel that everything’s okay. But then there are also times when out of the blue, they’d rant and ramble.
Later I’ve found out it was all about the dreaded PMS or Premenstrual Syndrome, which is a set of hormonal changes that can and will prompt an extensive series of physical and emotional symptoms in women. It doesn’t matter if it’s your mother, your girlfriend, your pal, your wife, or any other lady for that matter. The fact is it affects all women and it these women also influence us men.
Sometimes, PMS is nothing more than an annoyance. Especially in moments where you want to cuddle up with her, you suddenly see violent mood swings that make you speculate if you’re talking to the same person you’ve been with since the time you’ve met her.
Thankfully, I was introduced to this site that offered PMS relief. The good thing about it is it’s all NATURAL? So for you worry-freaks out there doubting the value for your money as well as the benefits of their prescriptions, you can actually call and consult their health care professionals for more information. I will be recommending this site to my friends and relatives as this can be very helpful in acquiring the liberation that we, men also need!
Was checking out pink car spoilers for toyota online when mom laughed so hard behind me. Didn’t know she was just standing behind me, she said why are you looking at spoilers when you don’t even have a car to begin with? Heck you can’t even afford a bike how much more a car … Retorted, of course I can afford a bike … the car will follow and besides what’s wrong with imagining and wishing? It’s free anyway.
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