The weekend before Thanksgiving is sooo not the weekend when I want to be having weird pains all over my body. My left eye is going on relapse and I look, well, actually, quite the same. But it still doesn't change the fact that I feel like I have a pebble the size of a grape pressing on my left eye. For some reason, my right shoulder is killing me, but then I tend to exaggerate things. I'm still trying to figure out whether it's because of the way I lay down on the bed or whether it's because I haven't had the time to do my yoga lately. [Of course, I use the word "lately" as if I'm only referring to a week's worth inactivity, when in fact it has been... I don't even know anymore.]

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Okay, let me paste this comment that has been posted on my Friendster.

"hi honey!!;) i missyeuw nah...mxtah na kitten kuh?...;) paramdam ka naman poh...;) col mo ko sa house...i still have the same one...;) missyeuw babe..;) yngat!;) muahy!;) "

Now... First reaction: WTF?! This comment is from my, uh, ex who I haven't seen or talked to since my first year in high school.

Second reaction: I dated this girl?! :( Oh god, I honestly want to cry. I mean seriously. I missyeuw nah... Holymotheroffriggingawd. I can't believe I dated her! All the intricacies of the English language has been lost on her. Missyeuw babe... Hayup. I'm sorry. I just can't imagine having dated someone who seems to have the depth of a wading pool.

Third reaction: She's asking me to call her as if doing so won't cost me money. It's one of two things, then. Either she thinks I can actually afford to call her or she has no idea that I'm now in Jersey City. OMG, is it possible that I dated somebody else with the same name? [As far as I know, though, she's the only one in this earth with the name... Sorry, name withheld. Kawawa naman eh.] Because, OMG, if this is my idea of a person I can be with, I need to do some serious soul searching. Oh, oh, oh. I also have lost her number. Haha.

Final reaction: What does she want? No, what do all my exs want, huh? Why can't they just leave me the fuck in peace so I can go about my daily life? I mean, can't a person burn bridges anymore, huh? *deep breath* Sorry. Just hate it when my exs contact me. *deep breath*

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Becca asked me whether I think I'm a religious person. I laughed and told her that I'm spiritual but not religious. She looked at me funny, then asked "What the hell does that mean?" Haha. Isn't she cute? :)

I told her that I believe in a god. I believe that there is something bigger than me out there, although I can't say what or who. I told her that I believe in transcendence. Then I told her that I can't say I believe in Christ or Allah and all those other deity. (Although, if given the freedom, I'd probably worship Odin coz he's really cool.) I'm spiritual, like, I respect life and value good deeds and all those other hippie shit.

Then she grabbed the earphone pendant (Made it myself, btw.) I was wearing around my neck and said "Why do you wear this?"

"Well," I began. "Music is my religion."

She laughed then said "You're so weird. Seriously."

So I told her "You're finally catching on."

Then she was quiet. Uh, yikes?

Labels: love, thoughts

kitten posted @ 9:37 PM