February 9, 2012
from now on...
by rosecoloredwindows |
06:48 PM |
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*I will blatantly refuse to be his doormat*: someone he steps on to up his ego, an antidote to his loneliness (and other things).
*repeat until it sinks in*
Seriously though.
My Kuya had this very bright idea for a nice weekend getaway: one to be spent "soul-searching" like he said. So there we were, two nervous but nonetheless excited siblings.
We found ourselves, holding each other's hands, and praying for a safe trip as the engine started. A few fours later, we found ourselves at the place we both loved: The City of Pines. An opportunity to clear our heads, think, and contemplate (and go gala too! lolz).
And yes, I told Kuya about this madness I have: for J. We (well, mostly he), began being teary-eyed over cans of red horse (crying in your beer, as I call it. lolz) while I told him everything at the trans house we stayed in about how he treats me: like I was some crazy little lovesick puppy he loves taunting with sweet nothings, someone he obviously plays around with to ease his loneliness (or boredom... *ouch*), and well, some other things I'd rather not talk about.
And yes. Kuya told me the same thing I've been hearing from ALL of my friends: that He's just another a**hole playing around with his pretty little sister. That I should dish him out of my head, lock him out of my heart, and throw him out of my life. That I am better off without him, as there was never really an US. There was just Me, and Him, and this madness. I guess, this is the very last straw for me. I know Kuya loves me to death, despite all our bitch fights and what-nots. And hearing this straight out from a guy I love and adore, just shakes me to the core.
This task is not easy, I know it won't be. But I'm praying, and hoping, from the bottom of my heart, with all my might, that this too, shall pass: that J will, one day, become a fond memory of my frivolity.
And for the new guy Rye, I am praying that you won't get tired of me. You once told me I won't regret being your girl (and, I'm hoping I won't too). I know this acquaintance hasn't been as long (and again, I'm not rushing into this), but remembering what you said to me that night (about what HAPPENED at the place you brought us on our last night back there), made me realize that I deserve someone much better than J. Someone who treats me right, and accepts me for who I am. Thank You for making that weekend extra-memorable.
A place is just that: A PLACE.
What changes one's perception is the events that occured and the people involved in it.
I have always loved this city ever since I was a kid for reasons unknown.
Now, I found one. ♥ 
{ music } Crawling Back to You ~ Daughtry
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May 14, 2012
when a photo says it all.
by rosecoloredwindows |
04:37 PM
{ music } the sound of raindrops
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May 9, 2012
when the going gets tough...
by rosecoloredwindows |
11:14 PM
... the toughest of them all sometimes reaches their breaking points.
She came in to work this morning, obviously more than an hour late, apparently shaken (from something), and nursing slightly swollen eyes and aching shoulders (her first, for me). She lets out a sigh of relief upon seeing me, and blurts this out:
"Pinagbuhatan ako ng kamay ng tito ko kagabi, lasing kasi. Imagine, hanggang alas-tres ng madaling araw nagkakagulo sa bahay dahil sa kalokohan nya. Sinabi ko lang naman na siya, bilang nakatatandang kapatid, dapat siya ang mag-set ng example sa mga kapatid nya. Sapakin daw ba ako sa mukha? Tilapon kami sa sahig, pati lola ko tinamaan. Dugo pa ilong ko kagabi, pati yung matanda, buti hindi tinamaan sa ulo."
And I just couldn't stop myself from letting out a gasp of horror.
I just don't get it why men can be such assholes and physically hurt women.
Haiiiiiist.
Some men clearly doesn't deserve their balls.
I'm not referring to the whole of the male species though, I guess, there are just some who stand out... in a bad way though.
Take for instance, this really rude (and-not-so-gwapo) guy who I encounted in the mall last Monday: He was obviously undecided on whether he'll be taking the escalator or not, causing some traffic with those who are getting in line. Know what he did? He had this very sly grin on his face as he did a full one-hundred-eighty while he talked to some of his group (which I'm safely assuming to be his family), stepped on my foot (good thing I was able to move away just a bit, but then my shoe flew off), and dropped his big bag on it. I was put in bitch mode immediately, and shouted, "Ano ba naman yan? Umayos!" while my brother picked my shoe up, all the while giving the scumbag a sharp look in the eye as me and my brother ascended the escalator. And know what the bastard did? He had this very joking look on his face and mockingly said, "Naku, sorry aah. Sorry Miss. Sorrrrry" behind loads of laughter from his companions.
Gheeeeeesh.
How rude can YOU get?
{ music } Not Afraid ~ Eminem
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May 5, 2012
I WANNA KNOW...
by rosecoloredwindows |
02:43 PM
Would it be too much if I put the happiness of other people first before mine?
Would it be more so if I ask the Lord for the happiness and well-being of those who are dear to me rather than my own?
*I could really use a hug right now* 
{ music } 12:51 ~ Krissy and Ericka
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