TUESDAY TATTLESㅣGo Away. Give Me A Chance To Miss You… (But I won’t. Just go.)

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Fickle-minded. Almost always confused. Yes, I am. *Me: timidly standing in one corner, shyly looking down while slowly raising my right hand.* 

I keep changing my mind and feelings frequently. It’s too frequent that if the biochemical reactions to my mental and my emotional stimuli could roll their eyes or could just simply hand over to me their responsibilities and leave, they would.

I guess my hormones are in constant rotating shift schedule. Or maybe they are too happy to be part of me because I usually don’t mind anything. (I imagine my  hormones dozing off while some are happily sliding and skinny dipping in my bloodstream!)

It’s not because I don’t care or I’m too cool. It’s mainly because I’m just lazy for arguments. “Do whatever,” I’d always say.

If I like you it means I really do. No reservations, no vagueness, and no pretensions. But it doesn’t mean I’d be forever amused with you or I’d always want your company or see your face or hear your voice. No!

I get sick and tired easily and quietly (both literal and figurative). I can’t hang out with the same people everyday or every week or any set schedule. I can’t even talk to the same person for long. That’s why I’m only friends with people I really like, not to those I just ‘kinda’ like.

I always crave for distance. I need my own cave. Sometimes I think I am a man trapped in a woman’s body. You know how men are, right? Most of them, if not all, need their distance without a single thing in their mind.. Blank. Nada. I’m like that.

If I’m being pushed to my limit, I tend to cut connections, again literally and figuratively. I fade out. I can easily drop clingy and toxic pals. Bye, Felicia!

(After reading some articles, I think maybe I’m an introvert. Shoutout to Huffpost! http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/8576530)

 

 

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THURSDAY TRAVELSㅣ Weekend Vibe.

Cheers to the freakin’ Thursday!!! It’s the weekend here! Yay!

Cue: Sound in the background: *party poppers* *whistles* *clinking glasses*

Who am I fooling? I’m still at work in the office. Again, who am I fooling? I’m not working at this time. I ran out of energy to even talk to anyone. I’m just waiting for the time until I’m off to home. Haha. Lastly, who am I fooling? There’s not even a single party happening this weekend.

So why do I feel giddy? Just the thought of staying up late and laying in my bed without the need to get up early tomorrow make me happy like a child that if my bed had springs, I would jump up and down on it.

Now it’s the weekend; two weeks later, it’s home sweet home; and three weeks later, it’s a holiday trip to one of my favorite cities! *crossed fingers* Thinking of these makes me giggle and hyperventilate a little.

‘Too many things to do, too little time,’ has always been my silent complain each time I’m going on vacation. Why silent? ‘Cos I know very well that it’s my fault. I’m a big fan of “Just do it..later√.” Yes, with a check like Nike’s… for added confidence and because I’m cool, ya know.   

Weekends and travels, two of the very few things that can shake me out of my lethargy.

“Staying in one place is lethal, I could die.” These are the exact words I uttered to myself last night.

To avoid emotional and psychological death, I try to live by either reminiscing or counting down the days. Memories and excitement help me get through each day. Quite sad, right?

Alone and lonely, I often catch myself staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making my way, through the crowd.

And I need you, and I miss you.. And now I wonder

♫If I could fall into the sky. Do you think time would pass me by? ‘Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles if I could see you… tonight♪

Kidding and singing aside, time’s up! It’s officially my weekend! Bye!!!