Perhaps things happen for a reason. It might sound funny but right after i was told to move on, i met a woman. In a night club and knowing her made me feel so alive. I manage to breathe easily and that night i was way out of my comfort zone. Well, that night was intentionally to go out of my comfort zone. I was console with the bravery i put on.
Now, i feel rusty. It has been a while i have “date” or attempt to “date”. So far, it have gone well, i hope the feeling is mutual. This woman can just make me go crazy. I have never ever had to wait for a text msg reply for so long and this woman made me wait. Argh…there are times i wanted to text her again but princessa told me not to. The reason is that i might sound like desperate. I am not. It is just i am not use to it. I am used to constant text msg-ing. However, she text message whenever it is necessary like set up going out or ask if i have arrive, etc. This time around, i’m use to it. I will be patiently waiting, keep it out of my mind so that i don’t go crazy. Lol.
On the other hand, there are surge of emotions that i want to express or do but consciousness held it back. Like it’s questioning whether it is the appropriate time to do it or is it appropriate in general. This woman keeps me dancing my two left feet, keeping me sharp, always surprising me with her behaviour. I like it.
In conclusion, i felt i am now in a happy place. I now will let everything go with the flow, faith and time. Attempting it with quite an open mind perspective. No looking fast forward. This time around, cherish the present moments . It’s a learning experience all over again.
Your birthday is tomorrow and i still hold you quite close to my heart. Still stuck somewhere. *sigh* Me missing you gets overwhelming when it gets close to your birthday. I know that i should move on. I know…anyways,this perfectly say what i cannot say in words.
D’abord, j’ai perdu ma langue et puis j’ai perdu mes clefs
Ensuite, j’ai perdu le nord, la tête un soir d’été
J’ai perdu mon adresse et puis j’ai perdu mon âme, j’ai perdu mon chemin
J’ai perdu d’avance, j’ai perdu la guerre
J’ai perdu le sens de l’humour, des affaires
Et puis j’ai perdu la mémoire, j’ai perdu le sourire
Le jour où j’ai perdu mon père, j’ai perdu à la loterie
First, I lost my tongue and then I lost my keys
Then I lost the north, head on a summer evening
I lost my address and then I lost my soul, I lost my way
I lost before I lost the war
I lost sense of humor, business
And then I lost my memory, I lost the smile
The day I lost my father, I lost the lottery Oh, viens me retrouver, reviens mon amour.
Pour dix de retrouvées, je n’ai qu’un amour.
Oh, viens me retrouver, reviens mon amour.
Pour dix de retrouvées, je n’ai qu’un amour.
Oh, come find me, come back my love.
For ten found, that I love.
Oh, come find me, come back my love.
For ten found, that I love.
Alors, j’ai perdu ma jeunesse et puis j’ai perdu confiance
J’ai perdu au poker, j’ai perdu la conscience
J’ai perdu la beauté, le goût, le toucher
J’ai perdu mes papiers, j’ai perdu mon identité
J’ai perdu la raison, j’ai perdu ma maison
J’ai perdu à tort ou à raison, j’ai perdu mon enfance
Et puis je t’ai perdue, j’ai perdu mon aimé
Il me reste la vie, j’ai perdu à la loterie
Then I lost my youth and then I lost confidence
I lost at poker, I lost consciousness
I lost the beauty, taste, touch
I lost my papers, I lost my identity
I lost because I lost my house
I lost wrongly or rightly, I lost my childhood
And then I lost you I lost my beloved
It remains for me the life I lost the lottery
Oh, viens me retrouver, reviens mon amour.
Pour dix de retrouvées, je n’ai qu’un amour.
Oh, viens me retrouver, reviens mon amour.
Pour dix de retrouvées, je n’ai qu’un amour.
Oh, come find me, come back my love.
For ten found, that I love.
Oh, come find me, come back my love.
For ten found, that I love.
D’abord, j’ai perdu ma langue et puis j’ai perdu mes clefs
Ensuite, j’ai perdu le nord, la tête un soir d’été
J’ai perdu mon adresse et puis j’ai perdu mon âme
J’ai perdu mon chemin
J’ai perdu d’avance, j’ai perdu la guerre
J’ai perdu le sens de l’humour, des affaires
Et puis j’ai perdu la mémoire, j’ai perdu le sourire
Le jour où j’ai perdu mon père, j’ai perdu à la loterie
First, I lost my tongue and then I lost my keys
Then I lost the north, head on a summer evening
I lost my address and then I lost my soul
I lost my way
I lost before I lost the war
I lost sense of humor, business
And then I lost my memory, I lost the smile
The day I lost my father, I lost the lottery
Oh, viens me retrouver, reviens mon amour.
Pour dix de retrouvées, je n’ai qu’un amour.
Oh, viens me retrouver, reviens mon amour.
Pour dix de retrouvées, je n’ai qu’un amour.
Oh, come find me, come back my love.
For ten found, that I love.
Oh, come find me, come back my love.
For ten found, that I love.
* anyone who find some of the sentences wrong, do kindly let me know*
Mmm…may i present myself for that kiss too? That lucky woman, i am infuriate with her! The case of jealousy there. Anyways, Dorothy Snarker has the video to it.
Why is it you dwell so much on your regret? Why not take that mistake and be a better person for the future? I think it is because you are so used to it that you feel so comfortable with it. Like your own skin, it sticks to your body. When you think you are fine and has move on, it will come back and haunt you. Songs and lyrics can trigger the buried feelings i had deep in my heart. I try and i try so hard to bury it way way deep yet it can unravel simply by a trigger.
I will soon hit 20 but i find nothing that makes me excited. No joy no fun no craziness. No let’s tune up the party. Nothing. It’s sombre. My only reminder, own consolation is that i have not discover it. It will soon come. Perhaps, it is time to expand my horizon and start taking all the risks there are. Maybe then i can really enjoy what life actually have to offer. Be brave and not tongue-tied.
Life should come with manuals that i can always open up to a chapter. Read it and apply it. But then, where will the fun be when everything is all based on guidelines
I want a sweet escape. Take me away to a hiding place…
How in the world can they find the joke punchline in the “a girl slip and fell off from the roof?” Even if the girl was drunk. There is no way you can laugh on this matter. this particular person fell off head first, bleeding badly.
Think of it in a mature way, how will you feel when you fell off head first and people were laughing at you? Just because you are still drunk or maybe sobering up slowly that does not give you the excuse to laugh!
So, REMEMBER, no matter how drunk you are, DO NOT CLIMB UP THE ROOF!
Also, laugh at someone who was clumsy and fell on the floor. Without the bleeding, of course!
If he/she bleeds when he/she fell, NEVER laugh at them!
Dearie, i hope you do not suffer so much pain and get well soon. Not that i really know you but i pray for your steadfast recovery.
I feel very yucky with men. Men touching me is a no-no. It will gross me out. There is the answer of why i am a lesbian.
So, when i go out with the girls, i feel left out. Not during the time we were rocking the dance floor. I will feel left out when they try to hit on guys or guys hit on them. What common grounds do i have with them t communicate with these men? One, i am not an initiator. Second, i think men loves blondes. Hahaha…
I have one interesting story to tell which happened to me last night.
Was dancing with the girls when suddenly this guy suddenly was at my back dancing. As a lesbian who feels gross with guys, i moved away. Suddenly, out of nowhere, start grabbing me from the back. I screamed and my heart was punding so hard of fear. Shitty. What in the world with this guy! For my friends, it seems funny and laughable. I literally stopped dancing trying to compose myself from that.
Such a disgrace for growing a beer belly. Although, i don’t drink beers but ocassionally drink liquors. Not often. However, it is not the alcohol reason. It was the no excercising & the junk foods i consumed. Now, i have to take the consequences in no matter how much i wish i can rejected it. Grr…
So now, i am starting to run again and hopefully at least do crunches if i don’t run. However, i am a lazy person in nature so it might be difficult to motivate myself to stick with the routines. Pfft…only God knows.
I realised something. Friends, you cannot choose that really suited specifically to you. It is hard to have that similarities like you. Somewhat, the circle of friends i have currently, most of them are changing. Currently, we have large number of temporary residents, men and whoosh all hell break loose. It seems there is an attraction competition games where the girls compete with each other how many guys can fall under their charms. Including the “engaged” friend.
My Zim friends, they can really charmed men so simple and so fast. They can also rip the men’s heart just as quick as their temporary charming games. It is like some merry go round fun games for them. STJ is the motherload. Why motherload? She currently has a problem with her admirer, SD. Hey…the story from her part was that SD was admiring her and wants her as a gf. She forgot to add that she was the one who leads him in. Will a guy pursue someone so hard they like if the girl straight out denied them? NO! Unless the girl continues flirting with them after the revealation is known. Correct?
Here we are, listening to her complaints saying that how she hates him and him being ignorant and one night he was drunk and all he wants for sex. *Shrugs* I should not further comment on this because O God, this is only a one sided tale. My perspective, this girl was leading him on, goading him and fuh, should see him. There are no life in him anymore like how i know him before he pursue her.
The ignorance of the country’s citizens. Preferring to have a media frenzy on the Royal Celebration ignoring the current problems they have. This was what makes an interesting speech creating an eye opened speech for the public.
. It’s a learning experience all over again.
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