si desperate....

There's a recurring topic that has been running through my head-- Ex's.

As previous posts, they're pimples. Annoying ones that keep popping up and you just want to pop to get it over with. But apparently there are special cases. Cases wherein Ex's are more than just annoying pimples. (I don't have a word for it yet but they're more irritating)

He tells me that she already knows how i feel about it. Maybe she doesnt know its really about how i feel about her. (That desperate bitch!) "Ayoko ng issue hah..." she said. Then why does she persistently seek communication with my boy??

No. I know what you'll be thinking. "You just don't trust him..." blah blah blah. Fact: I actually do trust him. (Apparently i really do...) And this realization is what ticks me off. Is she assuming that he'll take the bait? It's really that assumption, seemingly confident assumption that makes me want to give her a shiner. and maybe break her nose. and maybe break a couple of bones too... maybe all.

So what do you do with something like this? (Really, cause i have no idea what...) I rant. But i really just want to erase her in the face of the earth...

They say God has reasons why... probably why i haven't really met her face to face. There was one time though. Unfortunately i couldn't drive fast enough. What it would have felt to meet two of his ex's face to face. One that's so quietly quaint and the other bitch that became the querida of the quietly quaint. I wondered, how come she didn't do anything when she saw her? Regardless if the boy's already an ex, i still would have slapped her. Just because she owes me. or maybe just because. (Yes. It was only recent as well that i found out i can be a violent person.. and i like it)

Hmmm... Maybe ill just call her desperate.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

One afternoon in the swimming pool

Last saturday, while the sun was blaring, i went to our community pool at San Juanico. I had my ipod and my book for what i thought would be a quiet and relaxing alone time. Unfortunately, the place was packed with people and kids. (not to mention your koreans...)
After a moment of shock, i quickly realized that i needed to find a table to place my stuff. As i was looking around, i saw these group of kids staring at me. When i looked back, it was my baby cousin... who didnt seem to look like a baby anymore!
Last i saw her was when she was younger... far younger. Like the those kids wearing tutus and were shy. And then i saw her, in nothing but a bikini! and there was cleavage!
My instict told me to jump on the pool, cover her with a towel and have her go to her room! There were boys around! And they were her barkada! But then rational took over and i remembered what i was wearing... "hmmm yeah im wearing a bikini too..."
After calming down, one of her friends, whom i knew as well, was walking... with her boyfriend... who was smoking... and had his arm around her too... and i quickly turned to where my cousin was to check if some guy had his arms around my cousin!
I calmed down the second time... after lighting up my cigarette... i couldn't believe that i was checking up on her. with things i usually do...
Shet...

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.