here's to a besottingly apparent realization

i must have the Dont-Hesitate-You-Inadequate-Fuck-Say-Something-Mean-About-Her face.
why all that womanish, malicious bitching otherwise?

And so i've read that the #1 prayer that's never left unanswered is the anger management one.
The Lord listens to the prayers of those
who ask to be able to forget hatred.

-Paulo Coehlo

just what i might need.

With that aside, i want a lover whom i can tell 1001 mushy things to.

NOW where's my baby?

my man

dear heavens, teach me how i can ever love my humongous, fugly trout of a nose.

please, teach me how.

fact is, i've already caught the movie thrice

sunday while in the car and on our way to sweet c's place....
(i'm sorry but we really do call each other baby ALOT)

Tia: bebe, have u already caught wall-e?
Chern: nope
T: would you still want to catch it?
C: of course! we made a promise we'd catch it together, right?
T: haha yes baby.. but.. could they have already ended the run?
T: it's been awhile
C: nope they haven't, i've been checking
T: wow, really?
C: yes baby.
T: wow but.. it's been so long i thought you wouldn't wanna catch it anymore..

C: what are you talking about baby? didn't i promise i'd catch it with you? my friends have been trying to have me watch the movie with them and everyone around me's caught it. but i told everybody that i've promised someone-else to watch with her.

T: . . . . WOW baby you know, i was given tickets to the exclusive wall-e premier party BUT, i rejected my friend cos i never forgot about our promise to catch the film together.
see... because of you!

Both: AWWWWW *big hug*

❤

happy first month bebe. you so handsome.

" you will be better tomorrow "

-kyer say

so crush me, disappoint me. like i know you never will

random, BUT wall-e is by far the most brilliant animated masterpiece i would ever be untimely touched by. having already caught the movie thrice and then always feeling particularly moved by all these robotic displays of overtly humane emotions (namingly wall-e + eve).

i can never recommend this movie enough.

but if wall-e doesn't make you feel, then i'm sure you don't have a fucking soul.

ps*i do figure that everytime i lean over and reach for his cheeks, its just my ostensible display of a seemingly inappropriate level of public affection, but i just secretly really like reaching out to him that way. he's not complaining

"i swore to you i'd never fall apart"

i was almost heading out tonight before i incidentally chanced upon some shite my baby's friends were bitchin' about. they were about me.

they made me cry and they made me really sad. they made me check if my astrology reading for the day stated any misfortunes or foresights i could be warned about. they made me weep to my mates like a little child. they thought i was a dreamer, and that i was untimely vain. that my baby and i together make the most unlikely union, that i stuck to my baby like we were bonded at the hip, and that they'd be sitting back to laugh at what would become of us.

this lacking in rationality is making me want to decapitate myself. i'm trying to seek a healthier lesson in this and perhaps deal with it all more sensibly without messing our relationship up. times like these calls for a little less immaturity, i know. but should i really have known that this was all too good to really last?

to another grey skied morning

Every day, God gives us, as well as the sun,a moment when it is possible to change anything that is causing us unhappiness. The magic moment is the moment when a “yes” or a “no” can change our whole existence. Every day, we try to pretend that we do not see that moment, that it does not exist,that today is the same as yesterday and that tomorrow will be the same too. However, anyone who pays close attention to his day will discover the magic moment. It might be hidden in the instant that we put the key in the door in the morning, in the moment of silence after supper, in the thousand and one things that appear to us to be the same. This moment exists, a moment in which all the strength of the stars flows through us and allows us to perform miracles.

-Paulo Coehlo
(By the river Piedra I sat Down and Wept)