Just A Few Updates on Boxing Day

He and I are on the road of sorting things out. No one went into this whole thing with a perfect plan anyway. No one promised that it'll be all smooth and breezy. Like a friend said, it's the spice that makes everything else tasteful, er, interesting. Heehee.

I'm not going to go into all the cliche that most people would say when you go through rough patches. It's soo tacky. Bleh. AND I'm not going to say that I won't go into a ranting spree again. I'm almost certain that I will. Muahahaha. If you've been around this blog long enough, you know, that is to be expected --- it would've been a disappointment if I won't. Hahaha.

Right now, he still around and claims to have no plans of going anywhere --- which is actually good. Or is it? Me and my eternal pessimism, eh? Oh, you'll get use to it. LOL.

I've been busy with work. Yes. I do work. A dayjob in a company that develops web apps on top of my online gig. Ha. But he has been keeping me entertained online and off. PLUS! He has been taking me out on dates, planned or not. He's real sweet despite my earlier rants.

I just celebrated my birthday --- er, yes --- I'm still twenty-something! Thank god. I still get to keep the tagline for the blog.

Which brings me to the reason why I'm writing this *update* Teehee. I just want to document what he did for me on my birthday. I actually wrote about it over at Dating Dames, so, feel free to read it there. It's something about a trip on a certain flyover. LOL.

That's it for now.


Happy Boxing Day, people!

Making it simple

If you say you want to be with me --- be with me.

Don't say you're trying.

Just be with me.

"See you whenever"

Just thinking.

There are certain things about this situation that I didn't expect. Questions fill my head and am now torn between giving in or keep fighting.

What the hell for, anyway?

I don't see it. I don't see that I'm wanted enough.

It hurts when you see that person you want to be with seems unappreciative of the efforts you give just to make that happen.

It's slowly coming to a point that I really do want to stop caring.

Something about this whole thing seems not right.

Again --- I'm just thinking.