Friday, February 20, 2009
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Maybe I'm the story to tell your friends. Nooooooooo. . . . Rebounds can only do so much. In the end, I still turn the car around, wanting more. :( |
Friday, February 6, 2009
God Is Fair.
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Yeah, I say this one quite too often when those who seemingly have the best in everything manifest a flaw, whether minute or not, that relieves the less blessed (a.k.a. the majority of the people including me). It was sheer coincidence that my tita and the suppposedly blind date she was supposed to set up for me went to Ponti. The dude was really nice and he can talk. It's one huge ass distraction from the anger, sadness and semi-heartbroken stage I'm going through from you. That night made me realize that you weren't really worth the while. For what it's worth, I enjoyed the kiss but I'm glad to be moving on. God is fair. He gave me work, friends plus some heartfelt compliments that made me feel I am at my best, not second best or the last resort. God is fair and for that, I am glad. |
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Ode to the Nice Guys.
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The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single. - Taken from http://clubs.wharton.upenn.edu/fcpaper/index.html Yeah. If I had a dick, maybe I'd be ranting like that as well. It's because of you. |
Shattered - O. A. R.
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In a way, I need a change From this burnout scene Another time, another town, another everything But it's always back to you Stumble out in the night From the pouring rain Made the block, sat and thought There's more I need It's always back to you But I'm good without ya Yeah I'm good without you Yeah, yeah, yeah How many times can I break til I shatter? Over the line, can't define what I'm after I always turn the car around Give me a break; let me make my own pattern All that it takes is some time But I'm shattered I always turn the car around I had no idea that the night Would take so damn long Took it out, on the street While the rain still falls Push me back to you But I'm good without ya Yeah I'm good without you Yeah, yeah, yeah How many times can I break til I shatter? Over the line, can't define what I'm after I always turn the car around Give me a break; let me make my own pattern All that it takes is some time But I'm shattered I always turn the car around Give it up, give it up Baby Give it up, give it up now, now How many times can I break til I shatter? Over the line, can't define what I'm after I always turn the car around All that I feel is the realness I'm faking Taking my time But it's time that I'm wasting I always turn the car around How many times can I break til I shatter? Over the line, can't define what I'm after I always turn the car around Don't wanna turn that car around I gotta turn this thing around This is just exactly how I feel with my stubborn self who keeps coming back to you. You win. I hope you're happy now. Labels: music |