…is bliss.

September 28, 2014

Waking up is as easy as cooking eggs. I started the day by grabbing my laziness and laying it down on the comfy sofa, replacing me. I then checked Facebook for my breakfast served digitally. Not much not much so I grabbed a piece of imagination and started wishful thinking of what the day will spank and serve at me. The sun will smile at me, the air will feel me and the day will deliver me.

The sun did smiled too much, making me perspire as if I have a fever to ditch. The air felt me but I never felt it. The day… Hell yea. Being accompanied by Lauren mi amor Mayberry and Matty mi baby Healy’s voices, here goes:

The interview went great. It’s probably because of the fact that I managed to answer the interviewer in the way that I would talk to anyone – casually and enjoying it. Even brought out my 3ds so cool right? Guess those encouraging text messages worked even though I’m actually laughing at it. Totally sublimial and contagious. Now I wait for the verdict. Positively or negatively, whatever, it was worthwhile.

After which I ecstatically chased the 3ds meet for today. Mini tourney for me and super smash skill showcase. What could be more fun than that right? So I traversed back the momentarily heat route back and arrived unexpectedly just in time even late.

Okay post getting long. Fast forwarding I win the mini tourney flawlessly (BENTE PESOS MEHN) and profoundly showed my smash skills by illegal logging and master sword swinging. I totally miss attending my weekly gaming meets. I should really go back to what I am back then. It was all fun and if not, distracted, before all these came. Should have stayed more. Should have spent time more. Oh well, back to dealing with bullshit.

Ignorance.

Farm life.

September 26, 2014

Fall season once again.

The farm is still filled with wilted emotions and root crops of laziness for sustainance. No new inspirational seeds are coming out of the market. Poultry and the rest of the barn crew quitted on supplying golden eggs and necessity milks and feel wools. Townsfolk are strangers than strangers and care is non-existent to my farm who contribute to them not. Winter is coming, I am aging, my thoughts are drying and my love is dying.

Looks like I’ll be sitting in my rocking chair, facing this black and white idiot box pretend, staying in the farmhouse of your bathroom voice and long distance presence that even if that hurricane of frowns migrates here, I know I’m safe and sound.

Ideal.

August 1, 2014

I want an overly attached girl.

I want someone who calls or text me as if we’re not together the whole day. If she can’t contact me, she’ll exhaust all means just to hear my voice but gets mad after. She would sound joyful and ecstatic on the other line even I sound so tired she won’t mind. She’ll keep herself entertained with a lame me but eventually I’m gonna get influenced by her joy. If I sound occupied, she’ll distract me. Her restrictions are exaggerated like I shall never talk to girls cuz I end up flirting with them somehow and they will hope. She will boast stories about me to her friends, however embarassing it is. All my flaws she will love, all my positives she will hide and deny because she thinks, even I don’t, that I am smart, or somehow got looks, or my voice is charming because she thinks she might lose me because of those. She will love me at my worst, she will love me at my worse best and she doesn’t care about my feelings at all and that’s why I love her the same way.

When we’re together, all things, even when done again and again, however boring, we’ll never get tired of each other and with all of it. She’ll make the day like we’re the only one in the world. She wouldn’t mind anyone, wouldn’t care about anyone, wouldn’t even notice anyone cuz… eyes on me. She will take me to places I haven’t been before. She will research about it for weeks on how to get there and on the day, I’ll just end up doing the guide cuz she doesn’t have a sense of direction. She’ll hold my hand if I don’t. She’ll grab my arm and cling on to it like a koala or better, put it on her waist and swoon. I then will pinch her waist and then she’ll react violently cute. If we’re going to eat, she’ll drag me to places she feels like, regardless of what my decision is and then eventually I’ll enjoy it. She’ll make me eat disgusting things she love that I hate but I will still eat anyway. She can speak nonstop in a whole overnight, retelling about experiences. She will stay up until I end up falling asleep or she needs something to do for tomorrow. She will get sad and never let go of my hand when we’re to separate way. She will kiss me on the lips, run but will then look back, smiling as she leaves.

She will support and spoil me. She reads my entire blog and checks it everyday or as many as she can and sometimes demands some, or even all of the upcoming blog posts be her. She’ll lay out funds for my gaming addiction when I can’t support us both or when I’m broke because she is too, a gamer. And even if she doesn’t like a game, she’ll adapt to it, just to beat the crap out of me or just to play the game with me. She will spoil me in whatever I wanted to buy and even I don’t want to buy. I will refuse and she will just smile and offer it again. In sickness, she will take care of me and never leave my side. She will do the things I needed to do apart from doing what she needed to do. If she’s sick, she’s not gonna let me leave until she gets well. And if I don’t know that she is, she will hide and fake her sickness just to show that she’s okay and just to be normal and cheery when with me.

When we argue or a disagreement occurs, she means everything she says except the bad things when she’s mad. She will always be open and honest with me at all times. She will forgive me for whatever I did wrong, whether it’s just her assumptions but will throw bad blood on me later on. And when she said those things, she regret it afterwards, apologizes and run back to me like a child, pleading like she did wrong to me even though sometimes I am to blame. I don’t care if she’s impatient. She never will say giving up and letting me go or regretting anything in loving me. She will give up everything I tell her to, whether friends I don’t feel like or things that bother me. She waits not even a day for our argument to not be resolved. If I don’t approach her, she will, pleadingly. When we’re good, she or I will suddenly hit each other with anything we can pick up, blabbering our faults and then we’ll hug each other and laugh afterwards.

We will then talk about our future and of how many of this and how many of that. She’ll support me in many ways than one, whether I will fail in life or succeed. And if I fail and get poor as fuck, she will be there, supporting us while I, be the effin house husband cuz that’s what she likes. If I succeed, she will still make me a house husband cuz she doesn’t want any officemates of mine to flirt with me or what.

I want someone who will hug and kiss me anytime and anywhere she feels like, even when I push or stop her from doing it. I want someone who’ll never stop loving me and only me, never let me go and will never get tired of how shit I am or I will become. She will love me for who I am and for who I am not and she will not demand anything but be loved back and yes I will, with all my faulty heart.

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