About things that never happened
Someone’s trash is another man’s treasure and you should keep in mind that the person who’s attention you beg always begs for attention in return. Just that sometimes they really beg. Not in a figure of speech style.
And so you come to realise that there truly is no Alfa male and no Alfa female and that behaviour changes with the crowd they roll with.
I must say i was quite disappointed to find out that this is true in the lowliest of ways regarding some of the people i know.
Who, oh, who will be the perpetual Narcis now that he has fallen pray to the deadliest of curses? Who will step up to replace the fallen god of no-strings-attached-sex?
Only time will tell.
Now laugh. Really really hard. It’s a funny post. :))
Where Does the Good Go
Where do you go with your broken heart in two
What do you do with the left over you
And how do you know, when to let go
Where does the good go, where does the good go
Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t find me attractive
Look me in the heart and tell me you won’t go
Look me in the eye and promise no love’s like our love
Look me in the heart and un break broken, it won’t happen
It’s love that leaves that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be real happy and healthy,
Strong and calm,
Where does the good go
Where does the good go.
Where do you go when you’re in love and the world knows
How do you live so happily while I am sad and broken down
What do you say it’s up for grabs now that you’re on your way down
Where does the good go,
Where does the good go
Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t find me attractive
Look me in the heart and tell me you won’t go
Look me in the eye and promise no love’s like our love
Look me in the heart and un break broken, it won’t happen
It’s love that leaves that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be real happy and healthy,
Strong and calm,
Where does the good go,
Where does the good go
woo-hoo
AU.
8 mm. ora 10 seara, seara de seara.
3 luni.
Broken toy soldier
Trust won and then lost is hard to win back. And when everything is better than it ever was and all seems made out of the purest crystal you can’t help but see it is build on something broken and poorly mended. You can’t put back a house of cards by building on it’s ruins for it will forever tumble down. A new one must be built and no one can say that it won’t be better than the old one.
Hurt pride hurts even more when it sees no new reason for it’s grudge.
Forgiveness is important…so important that sometimes you feel the need to tell people to ask for your forgiveness. Because if they don’t everything they build will forever fall down.
I need to forgive…and not to forget.
A few guys later
This sucks. It was supposed to be fun. Guess what…it wasn’t. It was just wrong. Other guys will never help me forget. I only go out with them so that i will forget…so, natually, I remember why i see them and je n’oublie jamais. Nothing is the same. There’s this huge void in my soul that hurts and hurts and hurts. Now, as i look back, i see a have a fault. I saw a relationship based on friendship and i acted based on this. Turned out it wasn’t. It was a relationship based on nothing deep. It was shallow, unreal. We never really knew each other. When i realised this it was too late.
Unfortunately, love is blind. And stupid. I could have so much better but i don’t want it. I could have ice-cream topped with honey and i want sower grapes.
I found out something. What is right for someone can be terribly wrong for somebody else.
Never try to give people what they deserve. Don’t be vain and believe you will ever know what that is, don’t think you could ever give it. If you want to do just, give people what they want. Because there is a difference between what we want and deserve. The right thing won’t ever make us happy…we don’t live in a perfect world. And what is the purpose of life but to live it happily?
Getting swept off your feet - the downside
OK. I did it. I got dopey-eyed. I said yes to a heart-shapped pillow…I loved it. I believed in happily ever after and, most of all, I believed what I was told. Because it felt right. It really did. Until it stopped feeling at all. It was interesting…now as I look back it looked like a vacation away from myself..and how we love a vacation. Well, now it’s over and I’m confused, angry and dissapointed.
Why? Cause it just doesn’t seem right. It didn’t end right. And I’m sooo not going through any of those chick-fits he’s-a-pig-i-hope-he-suffers-i’ll-make-sure-he-does, because this isn’t me. It ended stupidly because you’re not supposed to say “I love you…sweet dreams” after you just broke up. Or you’re supposed to…I have no idea. I’m a tad confused. I’ll get over it though, sooner or later, one way or another. I just hope it won’t involve 10 guys whose names i won’t be able to remember and actions i would love not to remember. Or maybe it will, you never know.
Cause this is what i learned. You never know. One day it’s all peaches and cream and the next..well..it’s hard candy and scream. Or worse…silence…and that’s what i got.
Would I do it all over again? The romantic souls out there would say yes. And i say yes too. But it will never be the same again. That bitter smile i had at first will never go away now. I will never believe again and i will never let go like this. I’ll just fake it…cause i hate seeing people sad. I faked it until now too…at first..but i stopped along the way. I don’t know if i did wrong but i did it, no use crying about it.
Now, don’t generalise. I don’t fake everything. Yeah, that’s what i meant.
I doubt there is a prince charming, such a thing as love’s first kiss. There is only mister right-now. And right now is gone.
And this is why we don’t believe in fairy tales. Because we do…even the most sarcastic-ironic of us ends up beliving. And then everything crumbles down. Like a house of cards. But does the satisfaction of slowly putting it up compensate for the saddness of seeing it tumbling down? This…i can’t answer…i won’t answer…
Get swept off your feet
I never do. Really. Everybody else does. I just get a little bit frustrated, annoyed but i never lose touch with reality.
Or maybe this is my way of doing it, I really don’t know.
Can you love after one week? My friends can. They get all dopey-eyed, sweet and cute you just can’t stand around them out of fear of great big pink fluffy hearts falling out of the sky. I usually laugh in your face, make sarcastic remarks and get very ironic. A real treat you might think.
So it is logic and safe to say that in order to achieve a similar state of happiness and out-of-this-worldness I need to find someone as insensible and mean as I am.
But the question is if you put 2 insensible and sarcastic persons together will they ever love each other or will they end up killing one another?
I hope none of the above. I don’t wanna get all teary-eyed and I really don’t want to kill anybody. But either way, I bet things would end up interesting. Really interesting.
Touchy-touchy people
There is this thing called personal space. It is the air around you. It is your air. You can always be sure nobody else will ever invade it because, well, then they’ll have no more personal space of their own either.
Sometimes you meet people who seem to have never heard of this concept. So you find yourself in odd situations when you get slapped on your behind by an older person whose name you don’t really remember, get pushed into walls by over-excited dance parteners and have people curiously bending over to sniff your perfume. I admit I put on perfume between my boobs but i also put some behind my ear.
That would be easier and less odd to sniff. Wouldn’t it?
This gets me to something even more annoying. People that should but don’t invade your personal space.
Why? No, really, why?
To stalk or not to stalk
There comes a time in your life when you find out that someone has just found their one true love. Unfortunately, this person is..well…you. And you start getting calls that look to clarify what kind of flowers you like, you are told what your impossible to comprehend Id means and you receive compliments for photos posted on sites whose existence you never mentioned.
And….well….you kinda get the feeling that you are being stalked. Harassed. It becomes even sadder when your tries to turn a cold shoulder are being interpreted as flirting. And when you receive hi5 comments. :|
It seems I am more confortable in the position of liking a guy that doesn’t like me than being liked by a guy i …well…would be happy not to see.
Boys should play a little hard to get. When a girls plays really hard to get…she might just not want to be had….Get it?
Fatalitate
Fortuna, imperatrix mundi.
Nu au existat momente in care pur si simplu ti-a venit sa tipi ” De ceeee?”. De ce nu mai am baterie la telefon tocmai acum cand vorbeam cu X [ x= the most important person on earth in acel moment]? De ce nu mai fac meditatii azi? De ce a cazut cablul cand ma uitam la Sex and the city? De ce ploua cand ies in sfarsit cu balerinii? De ce suntem aici? De ce am doua maini? De ce gasesc fascinant nasul oamenilor?
Oh, I am Fortune’s fool.
Raspunsul este simplu. Dar nu poate fi gasit cu usurinta decat de cei cu o perceptie mai speciala asupra vietii. Adica de cei putin nebuni. Nu…nu ca sa-ti faca tie in sac. Nu esti asa de important. Pentru ca tocmai vorbisei 3 ore cu Theo. Pentru ca pleaca profa la Mall. Pentru ca un idiot a rupt cablul. Pentru ca nu mai plouase de mult. Pentru ca nu esti in alta parte. Pentru ca nu ai fi avut unde sa o pui pe a 3-a. Because i’m wierd.
Fortune favours the brave.
Da…logica e primul semn al nebuniei. Pentru ca incepi sa vezi lipsa logicii din jur. Pentru ca logica iti spune ca daca iti stergi praful in camera, peste 3 ore nu trebuie sa mai fie pe mobila. Dar este. Cu toate ca toate usile si geamurile erau inchise.
Pervert. And you go blind.
Fatalitatea domne. Zeii isi bat joc de muritori. Mercur ma face sa-mi pierd banii. Alemona imi tranteste usa in nas. Neptun il pune pe cal sa ma dea cu fundul de pamant. Bacchus ma ajuta sa uit cate pahare am baut. Parca suna mai bine. Nu sunt eu incompetenta. Providenta e de vina. Adica cea care imi vegheaza destinul. Si imi da unul aiurea.
Fortune spreads her legs for you.
Propun sa dam spaga. Zeilor. Un bou. Un porumbel. Alt bou. Un porc. Inca un bou. Un pahar de rom. Alb. Pentru pace.
