Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Forgetting too easily
How stupid can I get, really? I lost that page I was talking about twelve hours earlier. Am I even worth this girl's time and attention?
Talking to mom on the phone while writing this down, she's asking why I wasn't home. Telling her I just lost track of time and left. I don't know why I went out myself, I wasn't really planning to.
Putting down the phone now.
Why don't I have anything to write down anymore, huh? I know I do and should, but I just can't remember what I wrote on that stupid piece of paper. Goddamnit, at least be some good conversation partner, Rembrandt. I've had enough of your rambling about your achievements and your little bankruptcy issues back in 1660-something on cover inserts.
I've snapped. I'm sorry. Slowly letting everything get the better of me.
Talking to mom on the phone while writing this down, she's asking why I wasn't home. Telling her I just lost track of time and left. I don't know why I went out myself, I wasn't really planning to.
Putting down the phone now.
Why don't I have anything to write down anymore, huh? I know I do and should, but I just can't remember what I wrote on that stupid piece of paper. Goddamnit, at least be some good conversation partner, Rembrandt. I've had enough of your rambling about your achievements and your little bankruptcy issues back in 1660-something on cover inserts.
I've snapped. I'm sorry. Slowly letting everything get the better of me.
On trying to make things seem important
Hm, how am I supposed to get this straightened out... I'm lost in my thoughts.
Yesterday morning, someone asked for a little advice for his little lady. I'm in no position to help you with anything when it comes to those things, no, but I said what I could.
Psh, everything's amazing but only in theory, huh.
Tore that page off 'cause I needed to remind myself of what to tell someone. Shame on me for having to need a piece of paper tell me what I'm supposed to tell someone who matters.
Just feel awfully stupid. Bye my man Rembrandt, I've been trying to get some shut-eye for quite a while now.
Not messing my name out this time,
Ramon
Yesterday morning, someone asked for a little advice for his little lady. I'm in no position to help you with anything when it comes to those things, no, but I said what I could.
Psh, everything's amazing but only in theory, huh.
Tore that page off 'cause I needed to remind myself of what to tell someone. Shame on me for having to need a piece of paper tell me what I'm supposed to tell someone who matters.
Just feel awfully stupid. Bye my man Rembrandt, I've been trying to get some shut-eye for quite a while now.
Not messing my name out this time,
Ramon
Makati never runs out of cabs
Yeap, hi, just got back from a little something with friends. I'll let you know that it's 1 in the morning and I just sneaked into our house. Munching on this leftover cinnamon roll I got from... where'd I get this again?
Still a bit woozy. I was worried I'd have to walk back home just like I did from the same place five years back, but a friend of mine, RJ, told me not to worry 'cause Makati wouldn't run out of taxis. What he did say proved to be right as we found ourselves this really long strip of taxis waiting for passengers to ride in this little taxi traffic... they were just like ants.
A generous guy who I didn't really know prior to today 10%-treated me to a movie. I was willing to pay for it myself but... yeah. Took his offer anyway!
What else...
I kinda have this weird fascination with ‘dead’ cigarettes. Toyed a bit with some and lit them up again.
We all goofed off a lot today, but I think I overdid it. Wonder if that overly-charismatic me's likable 'cause I don't really think it is. I'll try to play safe and not wear a pink shirt and dodgy short pants and do those things. Gotta watch my tongue too, it gets a bit loose in lots of situations. I'd rather not be the next Mr. Inappropriate.
See ya, Rembrandt. Still dizzy here, gotta look for some more things to eat.
Ramoan
Still a bit woozy. I was worried I'd have to walk back home just like I did from the same place five years back, but a friend of mine, RJ, told me not to worry 'cause Makati wouldn't run out of taxis. What he did say proved to be right as we found ourselves this really long strip of taxis waiting for passengers to ride in this little taxi traffic... they were just like ants.
A generous guy who I didn't really know prior to today 10%-treated me to a movie. I was willing to pay for it myself but... yeah. Took his offer anyway!
What else...
I kinda have this weird fascination with ‘dead’ cigarettes. Toyed a bit with some and lit them up again.
We all goofed off a lot today, but I think I overdid it. Wonder if that overly-charismatic me's likable 'cause I don't really think it is. I'll try to play safe and not wear a pink shirt and dodgy short pants and do those things. Gotta watch my tongue too, it gets a bit loose in lots of situations. I'd rather not be the next Mr. Inappropriate.
See ya, Rembrandt. Still dizzy here, gotta look for some more things to eat.
Ramoan
Friday, June 26, 2009
Randdebiel and two things
That's “complete idiot” in Dutch.
Erm, excuse me Rembrandt. I'm just too damn naive. And yeah, it's still too cold to do anything... I want out.
I like think people are kids who try to paint themselves a really, really nice smile in front of their mirrors and then cover themselves up with blankets with holes in them. Some people come along and tug at these sheets, but only the really persistent ones get to see a flash of the really pretty smile through the holes 'cause everyone's clinging so tightly on them blankets. Have you already met the kid you want to play tug o' war à la 'blanket game' with? (... can't tell?)
On another note, some people think laughter is the measure of how healthy a relationship is. I'm getting a fit out of making fun of you, so I guess our love is only one-sided? Pun intended.
Yeah, yeah. That's me trying to be witty, I hope you don't mind.
Erm, excuse me Rembrandt. I'm just too damn naive. And yeah, it's still too cold to do anything... I want out.
I like think people are kids who try to paint themselves a really, really nice smile in front of their mirrors and then cover themselves up with blankets with holes in them. Some people come along and tug at these sheets, but only the really persistent ones get to see a flash of the really pretty smile through the holes 'cause everyone's clinging so tightly on them blankets. Have you already met the kid you want to play tug o' war à la 'blanket game' with? (... can't tell?)
On another note, some people think laughter is the measure of how healthy a relationship is. I'm getting a fit out of making fun of you, so I guess our love is only one-sided? Pun intended.
Yeah, yeah. That's me trying to be witty, I hope you don't mind.
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