Father’s game

My bestfriend/cousin called me and informed me father talked to my grandma, telling her  to stop supporting me financially…Grandma, on the other hand, never listened to him anyway…

With this, I’ll try to see the beauty of it.
Maybe  father is trying to let me live life the way it’s supposed to be…the hard way.

Oh Father, I know this game already.

Envious?

When you’re with a friend who usually is the one to stand out in a crowd, who usually gets the guy, do you envy her?
Or could you possibly be happy for her?

If you’re real friend, you celebrate, you don’t backstab, but if you aren’t,  die with envy, that’s all you’ll ever going to get.

Lol

She always give this to them
She function as inferior–tried hard to lower herself
They honor their own dominance, their own supremacy.

What they don’t know, she’s applauding their offensive display of overbearing pride.

And do they know this is  her amusement? LOL

Strangers

She met this stranger.
He was starstrucked
He wants to kiss her, hug her, make love to her
But he won’t cos he’s leaving soon, and he won’t be coming back and he knows he’s a nice girl, he can’t break her heart
She tells hi, ” It’s ok  , just break my heart and let’s have this memory, and you’ll have this memory of a girl
who will never forget you.”
He didn’t “touch” her …never… And she saw tears falling from his eyes while looking into her eyes.
She asked him what’s with the tears.
He’s simply amazed by what she can do to a stranger in just days.
He tells her. ” I know you’re a good girl, I can feel the warmth in your heart.”

And they parted, she hoped she could tell him he’s a good man too. He’s had so many chances but ,

He never “touched” her.
And later, she wished, he’ll come back someday.

It’s still in the GENES!

My sophisticated, jet-setter ,best gay friend just arrived from one of his trips abroad, and we hanged out and chatted when suddenly he asked me the usual question, ” What did you do to yourself, why do you look so young still?” And followed by a question he never asked before, ” DID YOU SELL YOURSELF TO THE DEVIL?!”

We laughed. And he asked me to share my secrets.

My secret? Mlik ( 2-3 glasses a day), Tomato juice, veggies, 10-12 hours sleep, exercise and…

It’s still in the genes! GENES!!!!!!!!

Who your parents are

When I see people being so negative and attacking, I always relate it to who their parents might be. It’s probably because , thier parents are equally negative.

This is one reason why I avoid being negative and to never attack people, because I don’t want to taint my parents name.

How about you guys?
Are you your parents children?

Fair share

I see women in the MId east, faces covered,with gorgeous eyes, mostly uneducated, and their men treat them like shit.

And how distressing it can be knowing they’re like one of the top beautiful women in this world.

I used to say, why don’t I have that kind of beauty.

But when you think about it,

heaven did the fair share in this world.

forget

 Jamie said, “You’re dad is probably happy you’re on  your own trying to survive life, he’s probably happy you’re learning what life really is.”

I know somehow, at the back of my mind, I’ve thought about it, but why do I keep going back to the thought of him being angry?

Sometimes, I need people like Jamie, who sees the positive side of things, which is my real personality, but…

I forget, when it’s about father.

I hope he sees it

Father is still frustrated I didn’t take up LAW or MBA after college.

But one thing I hope father is never frustrated about, is the fact that when I got my freedom, still I never slept around, or party to get wasted.

I have so many chances,to sleep around, to have dirty fun, but still,

I don’t want this city to dub me as
a slut, or promiscuous.

No more poetry

When a man becomes poetic,
it never works for me.
Poetry is so played out.

I’d rather he speaks to me with analogy and metaphor.
These make me want to kiss and hug him.

I like it when a man leaves me with vague romantic analogies and metaphors.

I’d be tossing and turning in bed later…definitely.

What?

So you meet this gorgeous guy, handsome with a sexy bod. And he’s so into you.

Then when he begins to speak, the english sentence construction is crazy, even the simplest word like
“honest” and “scared” is new to him.

And english is the ONLY langauge you two are supposed to be mutually speaking.

It’s when destiny plays a game on you,like when you have the money, and you see this gorgeous shoes and they don’t have your size!

And drew heard me talking to him, and she whispers…

“My god lexie! that’s just like troubleshooting with a non-enlish-speaking-guest!”

And it’s over even before it has started!

A blue rose for you

I’m sorry…. Somehow, you’ve hurt me, and I’m sure, you’re not aware of that. And why should you care, right?

This is to you,to the person who is always saving me.

I’ll always remember how you save me in your own little ways and not asking something in return.

When I’m gone,
I’ll have you here inside of me, someone so close yet so far away . I may never have a chance to know you better, but remember those serious words I gave you a long time ago,
I still wish you the best in life.

* We even have to communicate this way.