So Random

EX is, well, an ex-boyfriend who I dumped because he was just too melodramatic. Below are a snippets from our chance encounter via YM. (Note: I edited parts because I hate it when people spel wUrdz lyk dis.)

 

EX: Do you still remember me?

Reign: No.

EX: Ok.

Reign: I’m kidding. Of course I remember you.

EX: Kumusta na?

Reign: Cut to the chase. What do you need?

EX: Wala lang. I miss you.

Reign: Damn it.

 

Hmmm. What to say to someone who says they miss you when you don’t miss them back?

 

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EX: May BF ka now?

Reign: No.

EX: Ako I’m dating someone.

Reign: Did I ask?

EX: Nasabi ko lang. Kasi he reminds me of you.

Reign: Wow. I’m very very flattered.

EX: :)

Reign: FYI, that was sarcasm.

EX: :(

 

Why do exes have the need to know about your current romantic situations? And why to they feel the need to one-up you? Is this some kind of a contest?

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EX: Pwede ba tayo magkita ulit?

Reign: What for?

EX: Sobrang na-miss talaga kita.

Reign: Oh?

EX: Oo. Let’s go out. Date tayo.

Reign: ‘Di ba nga you are dating someone?

EX: Oo, pero I think mas masaya ako pag ikaw ulit kasama ko.

Reign: ‘Di ako clown. Hahahaha.

EX: Ewan. I just want to be with you again.

 

The last line made me stop typing. I thought about it. It was so random. So unexpected. A part of me wants to say “yes” because I am so bored and I sorta kinda want to see him too – no, I don’t miss him, that’s different. But I know being with him again is a disaster in the making. So for a couple of moments, which felt like an eternity, I thought about how to reply and I came up with this…

 

Reign: Sure. Let’s have dinner.

 

Whatever. I am a sucker for disasters anyway.

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I just found out that yet another ex-boyfriend of mine is going to be a father. That’s it. I am very very convinced that I am an avatar of a Hindu fertility god. Barren? Touch Reign Loleng and be a parent in an instant!

 

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There are now 344 reported cases of Influenza A(H1N1) in the Philippines. It’s only inevitable that I will get it soon. There – I just made a case for going to Hong Kong despite the pandemic. See you in 5 days.

 

HK night market looks like a hotbed for H1N1 doesn’t it?

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No Beach

This year I was not able to go to the beach so I went ahead and took a moment to scan old pictures of myself enjoying the sand. And I found this…

 

Ugh! I hate the fact that I wasn’t able to go to the beach this summer. Oh well, at least I am going to HK next week. It’ll be my first time. Anyone know any places in HK that I should visit? Thanks.

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Sad/Horny

Recently, I read an article online about the perks of singlehood. Five things were listed as fabulous things about being single:

1. My time is my own.
2. Everything stays were I left it.
3. No one has to see my faults.
4. My money is my own.
5. I can go whenever I want, wherever I want.

If, like me, you have been single and alone for almost an entire lifetime, you know that the statements posted above are not fabulous things about being single but a defense mechanism or convenient excuses to avoid relationships (or explain why you are not in one.) It’s pathetic to mask the pangs of loneliness by putting up a pseudo-positive attitude. I am the kind of fag who wallows and swims in my despair hoping I learn something from it.

I need a person who will drag me to Church even though I never want to attend mass. I need someone to talk on the phone with until the morning even though I hate very long telephone conversations. I need someone to share my time with. I need someone who will ask me watch the latest Nicole Kidman film even though I hate her to death. I need someone who’ll tell me to pick-up clothes from the dry cleaners even though I am allergic to laundry detergent.

My life is cluttered. My room is cluttered. My mind is cluttered. I need someone who’ll pick up after me, organize me or at least someone worth organizing my life for. I place things at the wrong places and I need someone to tell me where to put them and how to arrange them.

I think I am perfect – I am conceited. Someone has to tell me that I need to lose weight, my clothes are not fashionable, I talk too much, I can’t sing, I have to shut up. Someone has to tell me that I could be wrong. I need the reminder.

I love to give the perfect present. I like to give someone a CD of my favorite band. I want someone to shop clothes for and spend time thinking what would look best for him.

I would love to have someone to jog to CCP with, to swim in the beaches of Boracay with, to visit the museums of Rome with, and to make go to Disneyland with. (Boracay, Rome, Disneyland? Ang babaw ko, dude.)

I need a man. Not a boy

Or maybe I just need sex… matagal na rin ah!

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