Wednesday, May 6
The Daters a.k.a. the Blindfolded Ones
Whilst nursing an insomnia which kept me up till 7am today [after going home at 4am], I recently realized how daters and everyone of us who are on the quest of finding their partners are really similar to blindfolded ones feeling their way uncertainly along life, finding their soul mates. When we meet someone, we aren’t aware that the person is wrong for us simply because our good judgment is hindered by the blindfolds we are wearing. So whilst we are like mismatched socks with our partners, we continue helplessly on because we are unable to see they are wrong for us, and we can’t trust others to know more than we do for they are equipped with their own blindfolds as well. The only way we know that we are with the wrong ones is when things go wrong. Meanwhile, we spend time, money, effort, etc. on the wrong people because we are all blindfolded.
Whilst nursing an insomnia which kept me up till 7am today [after going home at 4am], I recently realized how daters and everyone of us who are on the quest of finding their partners are really similar to blindfolded ones feeling their way uncertainly along life, finding their soul mates. When we meet someone, we aren’t aware that the person is wrong for us simply because our good judgment is hindered by the blindfolds we are wearing. So whilst we are like mismatched socks with our partners, we continue helplessly on because we are unable to see they are wrong for us, and we can’t trust others to know more than we do for they are equipped with their own blindfolds as well. The only way we know that we are with the wrong ones is when things go wrong. Meanwhile, we spend time, money, effort, etc. on the wrong people because we are all blindfolded.
Friday, May 1
Their Superhero
This morn, at the early hour of 9am BT [Bum Time], I woke to the sounds of both progenitors alternately waking me up in manner of frantic house-is-burning hysteria. “What’s the matter?” I asked one of em in a voice thick with sleep through closed lids while I try to encourage my dream about sending letters to go on. “Hurry, we need you to press the right button! Things lost forever are at stake!” my mother said in a loud clear voice which dispelled my dream and effectively scared it away. When I popped my head out of my room, I saw both parents gesturing hopelessly towards the laptop computer. [We are afraid to Eject! Things might be lost forever!] With a sigh, I approached to do the daughter task of reading the warning message and obediently cancelled then re-opened the file as they interjected “We want to watch the 24/7 again!” After Pacquiao’s facial-haired face went back on screen, I trudged to my room to chase my dream but it refused to come back so I got up and fixed a coffee-bean based oatmeal breakfast for self.
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Phone Bitch
An unknown number texted me one morning asking me who I am. Tha hell will I answer an impudent nervy person demanding to know who I am when I’ve got better things to do with my time and my phone! So I more or less expressed that thought to the unknown intruder via text and the person enigmatically texted again, claiming that I knew it since I called it by name not too long ago. Having no patience for such tactics, I called to cut down the crap on identity guessing games. The person who had so much balls to demand who I am turned out to have no balls in answering its phone so fed up with people like these who’ve got nothing to do with their time but play childish mind games, I texted one final message to the non-person at the other end of the mobile: “Niloloko ka lang niya.” [You’re being played at.] was my final message to the loser who never bothered me again after that.
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