My Love Story

…though I made it an imperfect one, I want to thank you for believing in us up till now.
Thanks for everything.
You gave me the world — and some more.

The Ladder Theory.

Just watch it, I guarantee you’ll like it.
This is part II; the juiciest part. You can google up part I and part III on YouTube.

I just think there are so many things that they mentioned  that are true, but rest assured, girls don’t like jerks. Or at least… we don’t like the fact that we like them.

edit: Due to Kua’s demands, here is part 1, 2, and 3 in chroniclogically order.

“What you bring?”
“…Ling Ling Dumplings.”

Can I Wait?

…. we were supposed to watch this together.

Amour.

I always dreamed of being a Parisian. Just sitting outside a local cafe, the sun beaming and providing its usual warmth, whilst drinking a lukewarm cappucino with a beloved book in hand. Oh, or maybe a journal and pen to write down my thoughts as they trickle through my mind. Watching the nearby water fountain as the water sparkle in the sun, and the sound mixing in the collage of traffic and urban life.

I always dreamed of meeting my love at this very moment of self-contentment.

As if life couldn’t get any better, he invites himself to my table and introduces himself to me. He brings himself as a book of mysteries, and I am there sitting in front of this book, awaiting to uncover everything — everything there is to him.

We would talk for hours about what is most important to us. Our dreams, goals, ideas, opinions. And we would find ourselves falling for each others gazes, and soon enough, something from within blossoms. The world stops just for our existence.

I always envisioned the simple life. The innocence of falling so hard for somebody that nothing else ceased to exist in life but our love for each other. We would walk anywhere and everywhere as long as we were holding hands and holding on to each other. The smiles would never leave our faces. The sound of pure joy was nothing but the medley of our laughters.

Maybe someday, this dream of P.C. would come true.
In a serendipitous mistake of time, we will find each other again.

“If you knew how much I love you,
you would be terrified.”

That’s what he said.

I’ve been thinking about you all day…

“Wow, I just realized that you’re a true heartbreaker. You have a wall of girls whom plastered their most deepest and darkest secrets/feelings to you, fully exposed their love and vulnerability, and beyond your lack of reciprocity, you feel no remorse. I can’t believe I’ve come across somebody like you….”

You’re Toxic.

There must be a lesson to be learned, despite everything.

That’s it.

Carpal Tunnel

My right wrist, fingers and arm has been experiencing this shooting pain whenever I do a particular movement. Mostly going on the computer and clicking the mouse, and yesterday, when I was trying to stamp my clients bills, there was this shooting pain up my arm, and my hand starts to lose all strength. I couldn’t even grasp the stamp any longer. I’ll be damned if I get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome or Tendonitis and it impedes me in playing my piano and or guitar.

If that ever happens, just shoot me.

Life is nothing without music.

Life of a Banker ^#1023

He was staring at my chest and admiring me from over the counter. Don’t know why, but he stared. So, knowing that he would swoon at my every demand, because apparently, my sexual power is taking over this man’s whole reasoning and consciousness, I took this beautiful opportunity to sell this gentleman whatever the bank is offering him. Overdraft Protection, VISA, Line of Credit, and of course, how can I forget, a Comment Card.

“How did you like my breasts today?”

Pervert.

He even had the audacity to ask me for a business card.

No thanks, no phone sex — with you at least.

Yep, I use my sexual power to sell. It sells greatly. Thank you.

When life knocks you down to your knees,
just remember that you are in the perfect position to pray.

Humility.