Saturday, August 2, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Ok, enough of my stupidity!
It's over. You guys are right. I have to get myself get out of this situation. So I'm letting go...for real.
He's not worth it.
He's not worth it.
i'm starting to feel numb
the way he's neglecting me is pissing me off. but then, i won't tell him that...or maybe i should. what do you think?
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
tigas kasi ng ulo ko
Alam ko namang wala na pero sinendan ko pa rin ng message. Hindi na talaga ako natuto. Gusto ko pa 'yung napapahiya ako. Kainis! Haayy..pakibatungan nga ako. Hehe...
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
waaahhh!
i have to do a sensual dance next week!!!! i need help! do you guys know any website that can help me?
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
pass the message
"The popular commercial press, because it is popular and profitable, has broken the ancient monopoly of intelligence."
Monday, July 14, 2008
Another promise has been broken...
I told my boyfriend that I'm jealous over some girl on his site. I told him I don't like the girl because I can feel she's into something. First, she added 3 of my friends on her list including him. Her profile says she's from CA. But then she tells him she's from here. Grrr..I just don't like her. Period.
He said he will erase her on his list. But then he didn't.
I hate him.
Now I don't wanna talk to him ever!
He can call up that girl and spend time with her for all I care! From now on, I'll stop thinking about him. I will not talk to him nor send messages to him. I've had enough.
I don't know if he's doing this on purpose, but I just can't take it anymore. I don't wanna love someone who's so insensitive about how I feel...much more, someone who doesn't keep his promises.
I should have known better.
He said he will erase her on his list. But then he didn't.
I hate him.
Now I don't wanna talk to him ever!
He can call up that girl and spend time with her for all I care! From now on, I'll stop thinking about him. I will not talk to him nor send messages to him. I've had enough.
I don't know if he's doing this on purpose, but I just can't take it anymore. I don't wanna love someone who's so insensitive about how I feel...much more, someone who doesn't keep his promises.
I should have known better.
I used to think...
that people tend to suffer because they make a big deal out of small things. I used to think that it's either black or white..there's no middle gray. It's either a 'yes' or a 'no'..that 'maybe' isn't an option. I thought it's that easy. I thought it wrong.It's never that easy...and there are some considerations. And the reason why people get complex is because of their emotions. What we think and what we feel sometimes differ. And we're having a hard time deciding which one to follow. Should we be logical or emotional? Should we listen to the cerebral or to the hypothalamus? The answer is up to us. It's funny how we ask for advice to other people. I have always believed that an advice is something you already know yourself, but need others to confirm it. And sometimes, we wish they tell us the opposite because we just don't wanna do what we should do..because it's hard..because we don't want to... because we're not ready..we're not prepared..or maybe we just don't wanna give up yet. We're hoping against hope for something good to happen that would lead us back to where we used to be... to that certain place...to that certain person.It's 'denial' for some and 'faith' for others.The tragic is, people become bitter and afraid. Bitter for the 'should haves and could haves'...and afraid for the 'what ifs'.....And worse, we blame ourselves. And we're never the same again.If we get in a situation like this, what should we do? I don't know what your answers are. But for me, I'd pray. Pray for someone who would come and save me from this depression. That somewhere out there, that someone exists.....only for me.And when the right time comes, he's gonna come up to me and say, "Snap out of it."
Then you'd feel grateful for those people who had caused you pain..because they honed your strength, courage and perseverance...and in the process, prepared you for that 'someone'.
Thank you Jhen, for making me realize these things...sometimes, you teach me things just by telling me your experiences. But it would be better if you'd realize this also..hehe.. Peace!
Then you'd feel grateful for those people who had caused you pain..because they honed your strength, courage and perseverance...and in the process, prepared you for that 'someone'.
Thank you Jhen, for making me realize these things...sometimes, you teach me things just by telling me your experiences. But it would be better if you'd realize this also..hehe.. Peace!
A teenage thing..
This morning, my sister's friends came over. And one of them was Ken. He's a 17-year old teenager and a former high school classmate of my sister. He said he finds me beautiful and that he has a crush on me. I was like, 'Okay..' then laughed. I didn't know what else to do.He really is a teenager.Anyway, on the left are pictures of my sister and her friends in high school. They call me "Ate Sarah". Hmmm... they make me feel I'm really 4 years older than them.. Haha! These guys are just 17. While I'll turn 21 this year.
A thing about men
"If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition to save you from heartache."
The war is over
My heart was beating fast when he sent me a message this morning. He said it's time for us to talk again and he's done re-evaluating his self and life.
It's like I'm able to breathe fully now.
Gosh, I missed him so much! We didn't talk for 2 weeks and I was thinking that maybe it wouldn't work out between us..but it did. Seems like it even made us stronger and closer.
I told myself, I'll work this out with him and I'll be more sensitive and less childish.
He makes me realize a lot about myself... I like the way I feel...the way he's making me feel.
It's like I'm able to breathe fully now.
Gosh, I missed him so much! We didn't talk for 2 weeks and I was thinking that maybe it wouldn't work out between us..but it did. Seems like it even made us stronger and closer.
I told myself, I'll work this out with him and I'll be more sensitive and less childish.
He makes me realize a lot about myself... I like the way I feel...the way he's making me feel.
The irony of failinf in love
Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. They fall in love. They argue. Love dies. They both suffer. Then comes the inevitable goodbye.
Have you ever asked this to yourself? Did you really fall in love? Or did you just fall in love with the idea of it? It’s hard to differentiate the two especially when you’re blinded by ‘love’.
Now, I want you to listen and analyze what I’m about to say.
Men lie just to get what they want. They tell you everything that is pleasing to the eardrum, change themselves if you ask them to, wait for you under the pouring rain just to show you how they wet their shirts, stay up all night just to talk to you on the phone, promise you the stars, sun and the rest of the milky way. And sometimes, they tell the biggest lie, “I’d die for you.” ( Oh, c’mon! )
Now, how would you feel about all these? We, as women tend to be so emotional that we’d start feeling so special, more beautiful, loved and cared for. Then we become soft and vulnerable. And we lie. Yes, you read it right. We lie. We lie to ourselves. We begin to think that since men are such adorable creatures, we tell ourselves, “Hey, why not? He’s in love with me. It might work.” After sometime, this lie would be sugar coated as ‘love’. It is not during the courtship that you think you fall in love. It’s during the relationship, because that’s when you develop intimacy and become emotionally dependent to that person.
You feel, say and act what you have in mind. So when you think you’re in love, you’re in love no matter what other people say.
So, what am I saying here? Simple. Falling in love is not something that your mind should be bothered about. Don’t think if you’re in love or not. Feel it. If you have a doubt, then it’s a ‘no’, so don’t force it. Don’t pretend you shiver when he gives you goose bumps.
Listen to yourself, girl. Don’t ask for other people’s advices. You see, advices are answers you already knew, but wish you didn’t that's why you need confirmation from other people. It’s possible that it’s because you’re not yet ready to act on it or because it’s too much for you to bear. Either way, you know you have to do it still. And the moment you do, that’s when you have climbed up the ladder of growth and maturity.
Have you ever asked this to yourself? Did you really fall in love? Or did you just fall in love with the idea of it? It’s hard to differentiate the two especially when you’re blinded by ‘love’.
Now, I want you to listen and analyze what I’m about to say.
Men lie just to get what they want. They tell you everything that is pleasing to the eardrum, change themselves if you ask them to, wait for you under the pouring rain just to show you how they wet their shirts, stay up all night just to talk to you on the phone, promise you the stars, sun and the rest of the milky way. And sometimes, they tell the biggest lie, “I’d die for you.” ( Oh, c’mon! )
Now, how would you feel about all these? We, as women tend to be so emotional that we’d start feeling so special, more beautiful, loved and cared for. Then we become soft and vulnerable. And we lie. Yes, you read it right. We lie. We lie to ourselves. We begin to think that since men are such adorable creatures, we tell ourselves, “Hey, why not? He’s in love with me. It might work.” After sometime, this lie would be sugar coated as ‘love’. It is not during the courtship that you think you fall in love. It’s during the relationship, because that’s when you develop intimacy and become emotionally dependent to that person.
You feel, say and act what you have in mind. So when you think you’re in love, you’re in love no matter what other people say.
So, what am I saying here? Simple. Falling in love is not something that your mind should be bothered about. Don’t think if you’re in love or not. Feel it. If you have a doubt, then it’s a ‘no’, so don’t force it. Don’t pretend you shiver when he gives you goose bumps.
Listen to yourself, girl. Don’t ask for other people’s advices. You see, advices are answers you already knew, but wish you didn’t that's why you need confirmation from other people. It’s possible that it’s because you’re not yet ready to act on it or because it’s too much for you to bear. Either way, you know you have to do it still. And the moment you do, that’s when you have climbed up the ladder of growth and maturity.
3 things I've realized inside the train..
On my way home today, I didn't expect I'd realize three important things in my life. Let me tell you what happened... A lot of people travel by train everyday so I knew I'd be standing the whole time. I held on to the steel bar to balance myself.
MOTHERS. I then saw a pregnant woman beside her husband. I couldn't help remembering one of the members, Sister Sandra, who's undergoing post-natal distress right now. She's like uncomfortable being herself after giving birth to Thomas, a cute angel if I may say. She's insecure with how she looks and in great distress thinking about the future of her kids. It made me think how important mothers are. They give birth, cultivate the minds and create the blue prints of their kids. I read this once: "there are two things a mother can give her child, one is roots and the other is wings". And that's something only they can do. I think it would help a lot if her husband would give her flowers everyday or write notes of love no matter how short or simple they may seem. And whenever Mom talks to Sister Sandra about her distress and encourages her that she'd overcome it, it makes me feel so proud of her. Though I don't really tell her that because well...we're not in good terms right now. I hate myself when I'm like this. Because whenever I'm offended or mad, I really don't talk to that person for a long time. In our case, it has been a month now. BUt my point is, I don't want to talk to her just because it's what I'm supposed to do. I wanna talk to her when I feel like to...willingly and not forced. But it doesn't mean I don't love her because I do. I'm alive right now because of her...it's just that..well, ..hmm.. i guess it's not yet time. It sounds bad and I know my pride is working on me again, but there's no other way to explain it. 6 DEGREES OF SEPARATION. The second thing I 've realized was when I saw a young girl playing with a yarn. It was then that I came to remember the '6 Degrees of Separation' I read in a book in the university library. It basically says that all of us are somewhat related to each other. And that means that all the people in the world are connected to each other. A friend of mine could be a friend of someone who could be the cousin of another and so on.. So that means that we are only separated within 6 degrees of relationship... does that make sense? This means that YOU are related to ME in a way. And that whatever we say could be transferred to that person on the 6th degree. Something we do or say could affect more than one person. That something could travel in a 'web' that extends to other cultures, nations or race. This thought made me shiver; how many people have I already affected? Did I affect them positively or negatively? Did I help build a better life or destroy it? These questions are bombarding me. We couldn't possibly take back what we've already said and done. But we can start doing the right thing today. Think before we speak or do something. But not to the point we'd change what we are. We just have to be more careful. Hmm... now I sound like my Values teacher in high school. Great! SOMETHING THAT HAS A VALUE TAKES TIME. And after I have thought of these things, the third realization came when I heard the song 'WAIT FOR YOU' by Elliot Yamin. And it's on the second spot on the countdown. Elliot Yamin has a very nice voice, like that of Craig David. But that's not what I've realized. Of course it reminded me of Brent. I like the message and I even thought he really knows how to pick a song..haha. Now, this is hard to explain. It made me realize that a thing that has a value, takes time. Trees don't grow overnight. Hah! I'm getting better with analogy, I notice. Well, what I'm trying to say is, I miss him. Some other guys I talk to get easily offended when I speak my mind, and others would just simply agree with me to put a stop to my questionings, which defeats the purpose of an argument or even a discussion. But I also know that this is not the right time to talk to him. We still have some 'unfinished business' to deal with. And before one can share to another, he has to be whole first. I'm making no sense, am I? Right. I should stop. I'm making no sense here. I'm really bad at this. So, it has been a long day. Literally and figuratively. haha! I learned a lot of things and in a way I'm starting to mature....i hope so.
MOTHERS. I then saw a pregnant woman beside her husband. I couldn't help remembering one of the members, Sister Sandra, who's undergoing post-natal distress right now. She's like uncomfortable being herself after giving birth to Thomas, a cute angel if I may say. She's insecure with how she looks and in great distress thinking about the future of her kids. It made me think how important mothers are. They give birth, cultivate the minds and create the blue prints of their kids. I read this once: "there are two things a mother can give her child, one is roots and the other is wings". And that's something only they can do. I think it would help a lot if her husband would give her flowers everyday or write notes of love no matter how short or simple they may seem. And whenever Mom talks to Sister Sandra about her distress and encourages her that she'd overcome it, it makes me feel so proud of her. Though I don't really tell her that because well...we're not in good terms right now. I hate myself when I'm like this. Because whenever I'm offended or mad, I really don't talk to that person for a long time. In our case, it has been a month now. BUt my point is, I don't want to talk to her just because it's what I'm supposed to do. I wanna talk to her when I feel like to...willingly and not forced. But it doesn't mean I don't love her because I do. I'm alive right now because of her...it's just that..well, ..hmm.. i guess it's not yet time. It sounds bad and I know my pride is working on me again, but there's no other way to explain it. 6 DEGREES OF SEPARATION. The second thing I 've realized was when I saw a young girl playing with a yarn. It was then that I came to remember the '6 Degrees of Separation' I read in a book in the university library. It basically says that all of us are somewhat related to each other. And that means that all the people in the world are connected to each other. A friend of mine could be a friend of someone who could be the cousin of another and so on.. So that means that we are only separated within 6 degrees of relationship... does that make sense? This means that YOU are related to ME in a way. And that whatever we say could be transferred to that person on the 6th degree. Something we do or say could affect more than one person. That something could travel in a 'web' that extends to other cultures, nations or race. This thought made me shiver; how many people have I already affected? Did I affect them positively or negatively? Did I help build a better life or destroy it? These questions are bombarding me. We couldn't possibly take back what we've already said and done. But we can start doing the right thing today. Think before we speak or do something. But not to the point we'd change what we are. We just have to be more careful. Hmm... now I sound like my Values teacher in high school. Great! SOMETHING THAT HAS A VALUE TAKES TIME. And after I have thought of these things, the third realization came when I heard the song 'WAIT FOR YOU' by Elliot Yamin. And it's on the second spot on the countdown. Elliot Yamin has a very nice voice, like that of Craig David. But that's not what I've realized. Of course it reminded me of Brent. I like the message and I even thought he really knows how to pick a song..haha. Now, this is hard to explain. It made me realize that a thing that has a value, takes time. Trees don't grow overnight. Hah! I'm getting better with analogy, I notice. Well, what I'm trying to say is, I miss him. Some other guys I talk to get easily offended when I speak my mind, and others would just simply agree with me to put a stop to my questionings, which defeats the purpose of an argument or even a discussion. But I also know that this is not the right time to talk to him. We still have some 'unfinished business' to deal with. And before one can share to another, he has to be whole first. I'm making no sense, am I? Right. I should stop. I'm making no sense here. I'm really bad at this. So, it has been a long day. Literally and figuratively. haha! I learned a lot of things and in a way I'm starting to mature....i hope so.
Words women use and their meaning..
WORDS WOMEN USE
FINE
this is the word women use to end an argument when they are right andyou need to shut up.
FIVE MINUTES
If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
NOTHING
This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine"
GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.
LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with youover "Nothing"
THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to aman. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome.
Oh, and before we forget ...
"Whatever"
...it's a woman's way of saying GET A LIFE!
FINE
this is the word women use to end an argument when they are right andyou need to shut up.
FIVE MINUTES
If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
NOTHING
This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine"
GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.
LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with youover "Nothing"
THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to aman. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome.
Oh, and before we forget ...
"Whatever"
...it's a woman's way of saying GET A LIFE!
Fake it 'til you make it
For the past few days, I've been trying to avoid thinking of him by doin' a lot of stuff ,for the fact that I know I'd just end up feeling sad and all. Of course that's not possible because almost everything kept on reminding me of him. It's funny how even the smallest thing could remind you of that person - things he used to do and say. Like, I was inside this vehicle looking around through the window, when I saw this guy with glasses, that instant he reminded me of him.
I was like that for days and weeks. Then I became used to it. I have accepted the fact that all I can do now is to miss him - and it's so darn habitual!
Just then, I thought maybe I'm not really over him yet. So I tried to recall everything that transpired between us. And I smiled. There's no bitterness or regret. Sure I miss him but not like, I miss him because I love him. It's more of I miss the friend he was once to me.
You know what I did just to test my feelings toward him? I went to our website and read through all the messages there. It was all sweet. It brought back a lot of memories but I didn't feel like going back to that avenue again. I just thought they're just part of my past. He's part of my past now.
So, if you wanna get over someone, pretend you're over him for a while and then time will come that you really would be, and you wouldn't even notice it happening. It's like, fake it 'til you make it.
It worked for me, who knows? it might work with you, too.
I was like that for days and weeks. Then I became used to it. I have accepted the fact that all I can do now is to miss him - and it's so darn habitual!
Just then, I thought maybe I'm not really over him yet. So I tried to recall everything that transpired between us. And I smiled. There's no bitterness or regret. Sure I miss him but not like, I miss him because I love him. It's more of I miss the friend he was once to me.
You know what I did just to test my feelings toward him? I went to our website and read through all the messages there. It was all sweet. It brought back a lot of memories but I didn't feel like going back to that avenue again. I just thought they're just part of my past. He's part of my past now.
So, if you wanna get over someone, pretend you're over him for a while and then time will come that you really would be, and you wouldn't even notice it happening. It's like, fake it 'til you make it.
It worked for me, who knows? it might work with you, too.
an unusual experience
I was sitting inside the bus when I felt someone's watching me. At first, I didn't want to look but after 10 mins. I could still feel the stare, so I decided to tell that person that I'm feeling uncomfortable.
I turned and saw a woman, maybe on her early 40's, weeping. She smiled when her eyes met mine. I was for a second, confused. Why would she smile at me? I even looked at my sides to see if the smile was for another passenger. But then I realized that I'm the only passenger on that side of the bus. So, definitely, she's smiling at me. I thought well, she's a woman and didn't look as if she wanted to harass me or something..in fact, she looked rich, dignified, nice...and lonely. So I smiled back. Then I saw tears on her eyes. I was like, "What did I do?". I know my smile isn't great but nor is it scary.
She then stood up and sat beside me. I noticed she had been into something stressful by the way she looked. She held my hand, smiled warmly and asked, "Can you sing the Happy Birthday song for me?"
I was tempted to say, "Excuse me?" For a moment, I thought I was dreaming and the lady was crazy. But I stopped myself. I know the woman had reasons for being like this. I can sense she's so..uhmmm..lonely.
Instead, I just said, "I don't sing well, Ma'am." She squeezed my hand and said, "Please?" Oh, the look on her eyes..pleading for me to sing. It's weird. It was as if...i'm the only one who could do it. I thought to myself, I'm just gonna sing a birthday song! It shouldn't be that hard.
So I sang. And she cried. I wanted to stop singing but she asked me to finish it. It's the first time I sang a birthday song to someone I barely know.
She was just looking at me the whole time. Then hugged me when I finished the song. She hugged me so tight that I couldn't help saying, "I can't breath." She let go of me and said, "Thank you." But before I can say, "You're welcome.", she touched my face.. my cheeks, nose, lips and eyes. She said, "You look like my daughter, Jane."
That's the time I understood everything. I was so insensitive I said, "Really? Where is she now?" I should have gotten it!
She said her daughter died a year ago from heart attack. I said I'm sorry for bringing it up. But I felt goosebumps! Was it just a coincidence that we were on the same bus? Or was it a freak joke? She started telling stories about her daughter that made me feel dizzy. Her daughter and I have a lot in common! She used to play piano and guitar like me..and we both like Canon. She even hummed the piece!
She showed me a picture of Jane and we really look alike. The only difference was our hair. Mine is black and long. Hers was brown, short and curly. And the picture looked old so I'm not sure if we have same eye color. No wonder the woman cried when she saw me. I reminded her of Jane.
Before she left, she kissed me on the forehead and said thank you. What she said last, I just understood few mins ago. She said, "Maybe I'm holding on to her too tight and she couldn't breath." I didn't know what to say. She smiled again and said "Take care, Sarah."
After few mins., I was like Oh my!!!!!! How did she know my name????!!! I sure didn't tell her and I didn't have an ID. And I didn't even know hers.
She's not a ghost.. her hands, I felt it! And her embrace, it was warm...Arghhhhhhh!
No, maybe I'm just over reacting. Maybe I told her my name... Maybe...uhmmm...Surely, there's an explanation for this, right? There should be! Arghhh! This is freaking me out.
Anyway, why am I freaking out? I wasn't harmed. I didn't feel scared. I just felt...weird and unusual. And I did something good. I mean, I made her realize that in order to move on, you have to let go. I'm sure Jane wouldn't like it if her mom's so upset and stuck in loneliness.
And maybe, that's my mission on her or on both of them. Think positive, Sarah! You're still in one piece!
I turned and saw a woman, maybe on her early 40's, weeping. She smiled when her eyes met mine. I was for a second, confused. Why would she smile at me? I even looked at my sides to see if the smile was for another passenger. But then I realized that I'm the only passenger on that side of the bus. So, definitely, she's smiling at me. I thought well, she's a woman and didn't look as if she wanted to harass me or something..in fact, she looked rich, dignified, nice...and lonely. So I smiled back. Then I saw tears on her eyes. I was like, "What did I do?". I know my smile isn't great but nor is it scary.
She then stood up and sat beside me. I noticed she had been into something stressful by the way she looked. She held my hand, smiled warmly and asked, "Can you sing the Happy Birthday song for me?"
I was tempted to say, "Excuse me?" For a moment, I thought I was dreaming and the lady was crazy. But I stopped myself. I know the woman had reasons for being like this. I can sense she's so..uhmmm..lonely.
Instead, I just said, "I don't sing well, Ma'am." She squeezed my hand and said, "Please?" Oh, the look on her eyes..pleading for me to sing. It's weird. It was as if...i'm the only one who could do it. I thought to myself, I'm just gonna sing a birthday song! It shouldn't be that hard.
So I sang. And she cried. I wanted to stop singing but she asked me to finish it. It's the first time I sang a birthday song to someone I barely know.
She was just looking at me the whole time. Then hugged me when I finished the song. She hugged me so tight that I couldn't help saying, "I can't breath." She let go of me and said, "Thank you." But before I can say, "You're welcome.", she touched my face.. my cheeks, nose, lips and eyes. She said, "You look like my daughter, Jane."
That's the time I understood everything. I was so insensitive I said, "Really? Where is she now?" I should have gotten it!
She said her daughter died a year ago from heart attack. I said I'm sorry for bringing it up. But I felt goosebumps! Was it just a coincidence that we were on the same bus? Or was it a freak joke? She started telling stories about her daughter that made me feel dizzy. Her daughter and I have a lot in common! She used to play piano and guitar like me..and we both like Canon. She even hummed the piece!
She showed me a picture of Jane and we really look alike. The only difference was our hair. Mine is black and long. Hers was brown, short and curly. And the picture looked old so I'm not sure if we have same eye color. No wonder the woman cried when she saw me. I reminded her of Jane.
Before she left, she kissed me on the forehead and said thank you. What she said last, I just understood few mins ago. She said, "Maybe I'm holding on to her too tight and she couldn't breath." I didn't know what to say. She smiled again and said "Take care, Sarah."
After few mins., I was like Oh my!!!!!! How did she know my name????!!! I sure didn't tell her and I didn't have an ID. And I didn't even know hers.
She's not a ghost.. her hands, I felt it! And her embrace, it was warm...Arghhhhhhh!
No, maybe I'm just over reacting. Maybe I told her my name... Maybe...uhmmm...Surely, there's an explanation for this, right? There should be! Arghhh! This is freaking me out.
Anyway, why am I freaking out? I wasn't harmed. I didn't feel scared. I just felt...weird and unusual. And I did something good. I mean, I made her realize that in order to move on, you have to let go. I'm sure Jane wouldn't like it if her mom's so upset and stuck in loneliness.
And maybe, that's my mission on her or on both of them. Think positive, Sarah! You're still in one piece!
So yesterday
I was surfing for songs when I stumbled into this "So Yesterday" song by HIllary Duff. After listening to it, I felt rejuvenated and positive that I'm way over him na. And I feel ok now. Funny!
I recommend this song to all girls who just had a break-up.
Girls, they're so yesterday! Hehe..
I recommend this song to all girls who just had a break-up.
Girls, they're so yesterday! Hehe..
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