Chasing Doughs: In Search of Pastry Molds from Within
POSTED AT 08:23 AM

ghostman

I wonder if it’s true for most guys, they seem to be really set on the target.  But most cases would prove their fickleness, like what’s happening with my nursing friend whose hands resemble those of Mojaco but has grown into shape (human shape) through college.  The boyfriend who kissed her in the ear while she’s wearing pokemon shorts and her mother (Hitler incarnate) soundly sleeps, has not responded to any summons.  No text messages, calls, post its, fruitbasket, smoke signals (sigh. I miss Gilmore scripts, anyways).  It has been barely a week since the ear pecking happened, and the last time he talked to her was on Wednesday and it’s Sunday already (when we got into talking).
          All my reactions have no hints of worry (although I feel otherwise).  I just said he was probably busy, but other thoughts linger on the possibility that the iciness was due to a change of heart, mind… loins.  I don’t know (I’m also subjected to it most of the time).
          Most just like the chase..probably.  I liked the chase.  Then I’ll soon find out that it’s almost part of their charm that they repel me. Heh. Almost like, “I wouldn’t want to be in a club that would take me as their member.”
          But there are the certain exceptions, as for my case, which happen to take place four years in between (once since I only had two serious ones).  I have leap years for love lives.  These were the steady ones, no gagging, no urge to gag the other.  No change of anything (for the longest time).  The fondness prolongs (remarkably).  In between those two points in time there where attractions ended by someone finally saying I love you, someone who offered to take me home, another asking for courtship permit and one who always asks why I take so long to answer back. 
          It either becomes scary or annoying that I would end up ducking phone calls, messages via mobile or pc, leaving no traces behind to track me down (yeah I know.. very assholey).
          And that’s what probably happened to the guy..
          Or he was ran over.. In the following days we’ll find out.
Aside from this inconsiderate change of mind (pagtitinikling ng utak), I guess they can still be pretty stubborn.  I guess the difference between both genders (in my very limited scope of sources and experience)..I, from the female population would have to sit down with someone and talk with him for a number of days before I become sure that I really like him (It wasn’t to make sure he wasn’t a complete imbecile or an ass, maybe partly, but you know the fondness..hehe).   However, dudes, common spectators, decide from afar, and everything else that follows from the smile to the gait, probably for him would deserve a plaque.  So the difference is.. men stick to their notion of someone more strongly.
But everyone does have some certain ideas on whom they are gonna end up with (for the time being +) I do, except when I start to like someone I know that as the clock winds up to another dozen, the probability of its reversibility grows proportionally J.  So I have learned to not trust myself if I’ve felt I liked somebody (It’s like, ‘we’ll see…’  in a very ominous inner voice tone).  So eventhough it comes out perfectly, someone fits into a certain pattern, I’d end up scraping them off.  There’s even nothing wrong with them.  That’s why it’s also awfully hard to send off someone.  I’ll just say something remarkably shallow, coming up with flawed petty reasons such as, “We can’t keep seeing each other..you pout too much, you punctuate every story with a pout, it does have a context but that bothers me even more that you can find a context to do your pouting.”  Of course, I couldn’t tell him that.  And I’m totally aware that there’s nothing wrong with that, it just bugs me and probably I just like lingering in the bus alone..anyways!
I really wouldn’t think of saying that because it’s not even a valid one (and could not be viewed as constructive in anyway), it doesn’t even make much sense, that although I hate the pouting, he shouldn’t change.  So all this can be summed up into a line, “It’s not you, it’s me.”  (hmm. Maybe people can’t explain how they can be right for someone yet feel a defect that they resort to shallowness. Most people fight like that, also why people tend to overreact to hair products).
I remembered a week ago, an episode in Grounded for Life, Eddie and his break-up lines:
1^st: “It’s not you, it’s me.”
    (girl freaks out)
(knowing that the first one didn’t work)
2^nd: “It’s not me, it’s you.”
      (girl goes psycho)
3^rd: “It’s not us, it’s society.”
Heh. One should only stick to Homer’s:
“Welcome to Dumpsville.  Population: You.”
I just remembered surveyor (oy!) has a list of break-up lines (doing it the philosophical way). Heh. While she goes on and quote famous philosophers, I quote cartoons and sitcoms.. they stick to me easier +)
Anyhow! (this is one incoherent post) about molds.. maybe we’ve flipped the whole idea.. maybe people are not measured up to a size or to a criteria (although in reality a lot of us do)..but the other way around..that’s why clear cut cookies still gets scraped off (which escapes rationality but that’s love for you. As someone else puts it, “Sometimes I wonder if, instead of falling madly in love, we should aspire to fall sanely in love.  But then, what would be the point?&rdquo  That’s why I don’t really believe in compatibility, it just makes things easier for both, it just makes you settle arguments faster.
So there are no molds, only people who rigidly stick to it. 
And people shouldn’t be measured up to a certain size, only feet.

to kcma
POSTED AT 03:26 AM

ghostman

i think sanity is overrated..
it's sane to be insane, i guess..

hm. not a matter of believing what you see but you see what you believe..(?)

--tim allen. heh. watched parts of santa clause last night.

im trying to be careful to not do that. pro how do i know for sure? yun ang problema.. tingin ko naman, i haven't really sold out to the whole 'romance cartel' .. I sometimes get sick (ironically, one would get the same feeling just looking at me during past sems +), no offense to him.. parehas rn kme nakokornihan pag ibang tao pro gnagwa rn namin..(except petnames, flowers, valentines etc)
but sometimes i do catch myself in amazement that im capable of feeling this..crap

the heroine/protagonist in the story of adelle h. and donya geronima says the same thing..
adelle h. so caught up with the madness/love (just the same thing)
< the object became the madness, the search.. and the man is just an accessory to it..
Donya Jeronima ni Nick Joaquin din..
(I like it when old people fall in love, here's a person bombarded by lessons, wisdom gratified by life.. or time, submitting to the naivety, the insanity that is entailed to love. >i am a romantic<
donya jeronima admitted that it may not be love but an admiration of herself that she can wait that long..
sir hornedo's right..
just read it for yourself +)

you're better off than most people in my opinion..
and not completely messed up..
often, someone will just come along to do that for you, or make you realize..
but it would really be thrilling to see you with someone.. hehe.. vicarious kiligs..
i can even imagine the two of you debating or swapping philosophies with the necessary expletives in the hallway ..hehe..

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mga kanta
POSTED AT 04:12 AM

ghostman

hudas ng bamboo.
iisang tropa lang daw ang diyos, si satanas chaka san pedro
..nagtatagayan lang (jan sa may kanto)

isa pa.maganda.mr. pogi in space ng radioactive.
'naaalala mo pa ba?..
naalala mo pa ba ang lupa? (heh)
tagal mo ng nakalutang e'

haha.vain narcissist.