Bewitched: The Twist

samantha: change him back mother.
endora: fine. (turns darrin back to a human from an elephant)
darrin: you know endora, i’m really getting sick of this. (brandishes a bottle) know what this is? huh? huh?
endora: no.
darrin: it’s holy water. (opens bottle and splashes liquid on her face) how do you like that huh? huh? huh?
endora: (screams)
darrin: yeah that’s right. the power of christ compels you, bitch.

well, everybody has a limit, no?

This Fishball Would be Incomplete Without You

what does that mean, really. to write love on her arms? i expect it means the same as wearing your heart on a sleeve.

so tell me, exactly what good has it ever done?

making your feelings known, opening yourself up to someone.. only makes you more vulnerable, no? and when the last person you figure would laugh in your face actually does, it hurts, you feel stupid for trying. you start thinking about your youth, before things changed, before it got.. complicated. you wonder why things can’t go back to where they used to, thought you’ve tried so hard to make it happen, according to your standards at least.

he doesn’t seem to care anymore and it’s killing you. almost as if he doesn’t love you anymore, you know? why’s that?

you’ve got your problems, and you understand that he has his own set of worries to freak out about. but you care about his life, why doesn’t he care about yours? it just doesn’t seem fair.

he does care, probably. or he would have ended it. i guess. but that’s not the point, is it? about being fair? noble? or selfless? whichever it you choose, it’s not. it’s called being unconditional.

i’ve blogged about this and written essays on the topic a thousand times. one could say that maybe i’m trying to convince myself. quite honestly, i’ve stopped trying so hard ot be that perfect or expecting my boyfriend to achieve it. no one fits the bill, and that’s why couples fight. but what would a good thing be if there weren’t bad stuff there to make you appreciate the good in it?

funny how things work out. things happen, and people change. but at the end of the day, it’s more or less the choices we make when faced with the difficult circumstances. every body finds their corssroads. it’s just whether or not we decide to go in the same direction.

nugget, you’re a part of me now. a part i don’t want to lose, regardless of circumstances. i miss you, desperately. i miss us even more.

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

isn’t it so terribly sad?

maybe. but not to me. another matter of perspective i say.

life doesn’t last very long. neither do most things in it. tragic, that good things almost always have an ending.. but fortunate, that they ever happened in the first place.

quote by brad pitt in troy “everything’s more beautiful, because we’re doomed. you will never be lovelier than you are now.. we will never be here, again.”

doomed.

like a rose. it’s a bud for days.. weeks. when it blooms, people cut them off and and sell them. boy gives them in dozens to girl, and she brings them home to put in vases. they’re beautiful, and so much lovelier to look at. they mean so much more.. because they don’t last long. in fact, they’re the most beautiful when they’re dying. to some.. maybe even when they’re already dead.

*original by imaginee, edited by me.

Simple Plesures vs Human Nature

simple things in life often bring the most pleasure. think of a drink on a sweltering day, a smile on a weary one, a massage your partner gives you after a long day at work, someone coming to pay you a visit when you’re sick, or just seeing someone special to you.

funny, no one mentioned that it’s when we’re most desperate, that the tiniest action sets off the deepest feelings of gratitude. other then when we feel like we’re stuck in the armpit of fucking life, we tend to overlook it.

i’m just saying it, not to show that i’m better than anyone else, because i do it too.

friends, family, boyfriend, you name it. the familiarity makes us insensitive, and we.. when fate hits us hard, we take it out on the people we know love us the most.

i realize that this is a very IN-YOUR-FACE post, but think about it for a second. isn’t it true?

truth is, you know it is. people see what they want to. people believe what they want. we’re just being human anyway.. aren’t we all?

oh and i forgot, we’re always so full of motherfucking excuses.

The Trouble With Love Is

makes me sick to the stomach how people can be so self righteous, even when they know it’s their fault for starting it.

how is it fucking possible that they think they can convince and fool everyone that they’re right, just because they say so? well they do.

cute, isn’t it, when they fight so hard to win. when they fight so damn hard to hurt the other party so they can move in for the kill. everything, everyone, is a fucking conquest.

what’s better is that when they do win, they taunt the other party for being so weak. or the other scenario, when they victimize themselves and turn the tables, make it their partner’s fault for having fucking emotions.

yes. hits close to home doesn’t it.

people are like that. selfish. that’s why love is so seemingly impossible, because it calls for so much more than we can be.

Gone Too Long, Living Like I’m Not Alive

i’ll give beauty a name, then call it my unhealthy obsession.

Only Another Elaborate Set-up

jesus is the man. hahaa. got this from the the funny fellow blogger at wordpress. so if you’re in need of a little humor, here’s a good to visit. the header alone, i have to admit, already made me laugh out loud in class.

i’m tackling the subject of security and whatever else comes with it, and i have to say the whole shebang is drier than the sahara desert. i think i’m going to pass out.

anyways, baby’s going through this whole nazi-mania phase, and it’s both amusing and annoying at the same time. half the time i’m choking back my own laughter so he won’t think i’m encouraging him. cos it’s really not nice.

tsk tsk tsk. it’s terrible, really. we should all preach peace and love, and live it.

then again, screw that. life wouldn’t be interesting without war, or at least the little spats we experience in everyday life anyway.

defining life and love can be so tiresome at time. i say it is what you say it is. cos there’s not much point in imposing your own opinions on another person now, is there?

i need rest. i haven’t slept in four days. if boyy knew he would totally yell at me, but oh well. too much on my mind. it’s funny, the more you want to forget about something, you’re busy thinking about it the entire day.

we keep thinking about it because we just never get around to doing something about it. we hesitate, procrastinate and make stupid excuses and i know why. because much as were are for improvement and moving forward as a country and all, we’re only fucking human, and as long as we’re on the outside, we’re alone. and when we’re alone.. it’s always easier to get scared.

just being human i suppose.

You Lied When You Said

told me we meant the world to you
but no, you didn’t, didn’t bother asking what wrong
didn’t bother trying to explain what she were doing gagged with her thong
told me you’d be honest and true
but no, you weren’t, weren’t half-fucked when i asked what the fuck was going on
what she was doing naked on the floor of our apartment

inspire, expire
but then i’m not your motivation anymore baby, you’re outta reach
drink me, have me
but then i’m already yours, fell hook, line and sinker for a sonovabitch

told me you’d be here to catch me when i fell
but no, you didn’t, didn’t hear me plead
didn’t say nuthin’ when i first begged you not to leave
told me you’d be there to love me when things got bad
but no, you weren’t, weren’t around to catch the blood
weren’t around to cure my fucking infection

told me you’d never cheat, never lie
but no, you did, you turned the tables and delivered a blow to my chest
all along, strung along, and to think i left you my best
told me you wouldn’t fuck around with us and this
but no, you did, you DID, you motherfuckin’ traitor
you did what you said what you would and i’d never recover

it hurts, fucking hurts, walking on broken glass
cos you shattered me boy, shattered me
i hope, you got what you fucking wanted, this
cos i didn’t darling, i didn’t
and i hate myself for now, for still loving you
you fucking cunt, i still do

*original

fyi, boyfriend and i are still blissfully free from such problems. we are completely monogamous and BORING. which is right now, considerably a good thing.

Oh If They Knew How Misery Loved Me

i’m crying
screaming your name
bleeding from every pore
but you don’t hear me
you don’t know

i’m hurting
insecurity just under the surface of my skin
tearing me apart, eating from the inside
but you don’t bother asking
you don’t know

how would you have known? after all, i’m only what you’ve made me.

you hardly ever touch me baby, and when you do, your hands are cold as ice.

*original

Why Penguins?

Question:

Which is your favorite animal and why?

Response:

the penguin. for one, i think it’s the idea of role-reversal that appeals to me. see, in a penguin’s world, the males are the ones who take care of the eggs while the females go out to hunt. it’s a really interesting perspective, because amusing as it is, that’s what is rapidly becoming the situation in the society among our species today. also, i like the fact that they’re so.. faithful. when a male penguin is attracted to a mate, he scours the land for the most beautiful pebble he can find and brings it to her. and it’s when she accepts it, that they become partners for life. it’s beautiful in it’s simplicity, and kind of reminds me what love should be. what life should be. the innocence and sincerity that we should have, but lack. not to mention, penguins are only the most adorable creatures on the planet. :]