I have no idea what's the chemical composition of Venus' atmosphere but i have a sure feeling it has to be sooo complicated to breathe.
I have 2 of my closest girlfriends in separate ice boxes... freezing their asses off. hahaha!
They resolved and seems like there's no retiring from that resolution anytime soon because:
UNO: they have successfully preserved their sanity... separately! BRAVA to that ladies.. this is the way it should be if we just escaped a sanity-threatening event..say like if you were a victim of... infidelity.. swindlers that run away your life's savings... found out your dad's gay because he wanted to have his own snazzy shoe collection.
DOS: together with that self-preservation... they have the wildest imagination and have established a solid picture of how they'd act when the lash out session commences. Ok i respect that you would want to go into battle prepared.. over prepared even. Since the idea of mayhem breaks down that only constant thing that anchors them to sanity or preserving the relationship we have all come to agree and call it friendship, they recess to UNO and the thought if being successful in UNO and actually gave up non even trying to regroup.
TRES: They both love talking about the situation and i seem to present myself as the sole medium to make both minds meet. AND i hope both of them realize that i'm not a stenographer and i tend to forget and interpret points of view as as to preserve my own sanity and bring them both to this common ground.
QUATRO: the other just confessed a very retarded way of coping while the other obviously and is keeping pretty hard on how she's supposed to be mature. BOTH i must say INVALID because they never never ever considered how we knew each other. That has to be constant if you really want to forgive and let live. Baggies are for... nomads, we belong together so no need to bring your issues in between each other.
My point being, why the hell are we sooooo caught up with our judgments? Were you hurt that much that everything else is worth forgetting? When did we turn complicated?...i did not get the memo... we don't have memos..
my thoughts why i'm sooo wanting to stop breathing the air you're breathing:
1. coz its staggering both of you to come to your senses.
2. am getting a feeling that i might have over-expected on how we really are.. were. then its high-time for me to stop trying.
3. I wish i was this romantic towards romance. hahaha! it breaks my dopey heart not to try.
4. is it almost hopeless to remember how we came to be? we tore down walls for each other, bashed around so we feel better over stupid things, we respected individuality but never before "that morning after" have we held those differences as reason to be indifferent.
I would want nothing more than you 2 get your asses back here on Earth.. Venus air is trippin' on your mind's really bad.
with hearts hearts xoxo and sad face,
Ruthie
Showing posts with label pink sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pink sick. Show all posts
8.9.08
BenteSinKo sinku-sinko..
I had a horrible encounter with a monster last night. Yup like the boogie man who sneaks up on you while you sleep, only i was wide awake and i'm pretty sure why i became vulnerable.Its never good to bottle up frustrations. Due to over excitement of the long awaited oktoberfest islash bday bash and fatigue from the weather and work.
So i have been sick since tuesday last week, scratchy throat lead to a full-blown infection fever mess, had me plasterred to my bed on Thursday. Come friday i came to work all woozy but i had to smile for the day's sake. wishing that my positivity can boost up the antibodies and drive the infection away just in time for the beer fest..BUT NOOOOO!!!!!! i grew worse by the hour and had a fever in time for the fest, so i resorted to just drink a couple bottles and give it up as soon as my world went blanko.. hahaha! i wanted to go in the tents set along the streets but there were too many emo tikbalangs lurking, i got scared i might contract yet another deadly virus from their impoverished behavior. yuckiness!! so i caught up with anna in shang who just finished a movie, by the time we got to the MRT my pulse rate went up that i was already gasping for air when i got into the shuttle service. i only have enough energy to take a shower and wait for the hubby to go home and tuck me into bed. :(
Saturday was all good, weather was perfect for me not to get another fever relapse but my throat was still terrible that i could only talk in super short sentences. I took pain relivers that also covered my abdiminal pains, by the time the meds wained off my tummy was churning from i dunno what that i didn't get to sleep until i heard birds chirpping. That's a couple of hours of sleep before i had to prepare for our regular sunday trip to the in-laws. Feverish again i prayed that i'd can soon go back to my bed and sleep off the pesteng sunday heat and get better for the coming work week. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! again.. my hubby wanted to buy me my bday gift, i didnt wanna be KJ so i went along, we went to get me a pair of work shoes. The search went on for good 2-hours in MOA, basta i was exhausted then i had migraine and feverish still. So i was expecting my hubby and i could just like kick it and relax with my daughter, when he went into this phone brigade looking for gimmick still!! ahhhhhhhhhg!!! So i went up and prepared for bed wanted to sleep off the frustration that iD be spending the night alone and have to get up to get the door for the gimikero around 4am... :( I asked him politely not to go out anymore because i was not feeling well but he persisted. I managed to take a nap only to be bugged yet again by the inconsiderate husband for me to go with him. I told him to bog off in a semi-drama tone.. but he wudn't.. i ended up tearing a sleeve off his shirt just to get him out of my face so i could finally retire to my sleep and feel better in the morning, but he put up a fight and i ended up palpitating and an even worse headache.
So here goes my birthday resolution. I shall not tap into my emo side again because it happens to be double-wired with my schizo side as well. A flick on that emotion people usually have to make lambing and tampo and pa tweetums also switches on a psycho in me. Trying to remember how violent and unreasonable the outburst was makes my temples pulsate again and it hurts. So no more of that.
.Steady-way-is-the-best-way.
So i have been sick since tuesday last week, scratchy throat lead to a full-blown infection fever mess, had me plasterred to my bed on Thursday. Come friday i came to work all woozy but i had to smile for the day's sake. wishing that my positivity can boost up the antibodies and drive the infection away just in time for the beer fest..BUT NOOOOO!!!!!! i grew worse by the hour and had a fever in time for the fest, so i resorted to just drink a couple bottles and give it up as soon as my world went blanko.. hahaha! i wanted to go in the tents set along the streets but there were too many emo tikbalangs lurking, i got scared i might contract yet another deadly virus from their impoverished behavior. yuckiness!! so i caught up with anna in shang who just finished a movie, by the time we got to the MRT my pulse rate went up that i was already gasping for air when i got into the shuttle service. i only have enough energy to take a shower and wait for the hubby to go home and tuck me into bed. :(
Saturday was all good, weather was perfect for me not to get another fever relapse but my throat was still terrible that i could only talk in super short sentences. I took pain relivers that also covered my abdiminal pains, by the time the meds wained off my tummy was churning from i dunno what that i didn't get to sleep until i heard birds chirpping. That's a couple of hours of sleep before i had to prepare for our regular sunday trip to the in-laws. Feverish again i prayed that i'd can soon go back to my bed and sleep off the pesteng sunday heat and get better for the coming work week. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! again.. my hubby wanted to buy me my bday gift, i didnt wanna be KJ so i went along, we went to get me a pair of work shoes. The search went on for good 2-hours in MOA, basta i was exhausted then i had migraine and feverish still. So i was expecting my hubby and i could just like kick it and relax with my daughter, when he went into this phone brigade looking for gimmick still!! ahhhhhhhhhg!!! So i went up and prepared for bed wanted to sleep off the frustration that iD be spending the night alone and have to get up to get the door for the gimikero around 4am... :( I asked him politely not to go out anymore because i was not feeling well but he persisted. I managed to take a nap only to be bugged yet again by the inconsiderate husband for me to go with him. I told him to bog off in a semi-drama tone.. but he wudn't.. i ended up tearing a sleeve off his shirt just to get him out of my face so i could finally retire to my sleep and feel better in the morning, but he put up a fight and i ended up palpitating and an even worse headache.
So here goes my birthday resolution. I shall not tap into my emo side again because it happens to be double-wired with my schizo side as well. A flick on that emotion people usually have to make lambing and tampo and pa tweetums also switches on a psycho in me. Trying to remember how violent and unreasonable the outburst was makes my temples pulsate again and it hurts. So no more of that.
.Steady-way-is-the-best-way.
19.8.08
boxed up.
What's the term to word one's capability to be influenced? vulnerability? errr does that cover the act of actually analysing and backing out and evading the actual influence?
On that note, i just remembered i'm supposed to blog about this type of situations before but never got the chance to remember to post one. I have noticed that i soak up on emotions when i'm around someone who's vastly immersed in an extreme state of emoteness.. hahaha. (hay language are of my brain has deteriorated.. i cannot be sober for so long!!!) and in the course of my professional life, this ability of getting drenched with someone else's emotions i could now say only has put me in this box where i want so much to relate but would not dare because i'm so much of a sissy to handle the complications. (sissiness is the result of stubborness and laziness to promote change big enough to ruin a mediocre routine of a life that you already have.. hehehe just so we're clear..)
What's the point of the blog then? uhmmm.. wla lang.. just wanted to share that i'm still stuck with no appropriate reaction to influences that puts my priorities at stake hence i have to blame myself for being a sissy to move on.. see the light that others saw... hehehe.. kelan kaya ako manenega and have a full-blast rampage of negativity? What can i do when that happens? for some reason all i could see are dark images of me gunning down all fugly people in front of me, and my quick-fix would be to treat anyone who witnessed it to a can of soda and a stick of yosi.. KALMAAAAAAAAA! hehehehe.. pasalamat na lang tayo sa Diyos na ginwa niya kong steady. *bow* thanks po!
On that note, i just remembered i'm supposed to blog about this type of situations before but never got the chance to remember to post one. I have noticed that i soak up on emotions when i'm around someone who's vastly immersed in an extreme state of emoteness.. hahaha. (hay language are of my brain has deteriorated.. i cannot be sober for so long!!!) and in the course of my professional life, this ability of getting drenched with someone else's emotions i could now say only has put me in this box where i want so much to relate but would not dare because i'm so much of a sissy to handle the complications. (sissiness is the result of stubborness and laziness to promote change big enough to ruin a mediocre routine of a life that you already have.. hehehe just so we're clear..)
What's the point of the blog then? uhmmm.. wla lang.. just wanted to share that i'm still stuck with no appropriate reaction to influences that puts my priorities at stake hence i have to blame myself for being a sissy to move on.. see the light that others saw... hehehe.. kelan kaya ako manenega and have a full-blast rampage of negativity? What can i do when that happens? for some reason all i could see are dark images of me gunning down all fugly people in front of me, and my quick-fix would be to treat anyone who witnessed it to a can of soda and a stick of yosi.. KALMAAAAAAAAA! hehehehe.. pasalamat na lang tayo sa Diyos na ginwa niya kong steady. *bow* thanks po!
17.4.07
The Bottom Line
A damaged relationship is nearly reborn. You two are more compatible than ever.
In Detail
A damaged relationship is on the road to repair today, and the two of you are becoming more compatible than you ever were before! This is definitely a reason to celebrate, but try not to get too enthusiastic too quickly -- doing so could be dangerous. There are two people involved in this situation, and you both need to stay on the same timetable. Slow and steady wins the race, and it ensures that a stronger relationship will develop.
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*bugtong hininga*
Sana sya...
ok lng nman kait siya..pero pagod na ko e.
e pano kung si ano?? WHOA!!!!
hahaha *kamot ulo* exciting yun...
i'll stick to my first option! *isteeeekingtudapersopshun*
A damaged relationship is nearly reborn. You two are more compatible than ever.
In Detail
A damaged relationship is on the road to repair today, and the two of you are becoming more compatible than you ever were before! This is definitely a reason to celebrate, but try not to get too enthusiastic too quickly -- doing so could be dangerous. There are two people involved in this situation, and you both need to stay on the same timetable. Slow and steady wins the race, and it ensures that a stronger relationship will develop.
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*bugtong hininga*
Sana sya...
ok lng nman kait siya..pero pagod na ko e.
e pano kung si ano?? WHOA!!!!
hahaha *kamot ulo* exciting yun...
i'll stick to my first option! *isteeeekingtudapersopshun*
11.4.07
this and that
Been awhile.
I miss blogging.
I miss writing.
Burning out i tell ya...
Few things:
1. Work is getting off hand... when i was starting to gain focus in profiling..influx of requirements comes crashin my way that i completely loose the focus. It's like going to the mall with the objective of taking home a green pencil when you ask the store lady she gives you all hues of green and you get frigginly confused ...that I spend most of my time ORGANIZING so i could remember what i was doing and pick up where i left off. My hit rate is down to 60%... Q2... oh no!
2. A couple of my barkadas flew in for vacation... IRA from high school and STELLA from college. In as much as we have tons of catching up to do it's pretty inevitable to go back to how we use to be. Boisterous, non-sensical, rowdy bunch of femmes. I can't help....actually i assume no effort in restraining the "What if im single..." ideas that i have when i'm with them.
3. thoughts of beb haunting... i woke up the other night from the moonlight...
wala lang.
to be continued...
I miss blogging.
I miss writing.
Burning out i tell ya...
Few things:
1. Work is getting off hand... when i was starting to gain focus in profiling..influx of requirements comes crashin my way that i completely loose the focus. It's like going to the mall with the objective of taking home a green pencil when you ask the store lady she gives you all hues of green and you get frigginly confused ...that I spend most of my time ORGANIZING so i could remember what i was doing and pick up where i left off. My hit rate is down to 60%... Q2... oh no!
2. A couple of my barkadas flew in for vacation... IRA from high school and STELLA from college. In as much as we have tons of catching up to do it's pretty inevitable to go back to how we use to be. Boisterous, non-sensical, rowdy bunch of femmes. I can't help....actually i assume no effort in restraining the "What if im single..." ideas that i have when i'm with them.
3. thoughts of beb haunting... i woke up the other night from the moonlight...
wala lang.
to be continued...
14.2.07
u Had to say it...
can't everyone just hold it in??
all the sickening exchange of affection!! I can bet that 90% is exagerated and is done in vain just so they get to nail someone by the end of the day!
How i managed to get sicker by the hour:
10:30- bagged the 1st prize given for the 1st office wide game ..twas cherry cheesecake (gave it to wene for his vday treat to the gf.)
10:45- won the 2nd prize for the 2nd game. box of chocolates (ended up in the potty as i have consumed almost half a liter of brandy for lunch)
4:30- won the 3rd prize.. mini choco cupcakes. MADE ME SICKER!
5:00- my head startin to throb. coffee.cupcake.brandy.late candidate.
5:30- my husband's taking me out. PAK! i wanna go home. sleep!
tic toc tic toc....
*i need to hurl*
all the sickening exchange of affection!! I can bet that 90% is exagerated and is done in vain just so they get to nail someone by the end of the day!
How i managed to get sicker by the hour:
10:30- bagged the 1st prize given for the 1st office wide game ..twas cherry cheesecake (gave it to wene for his vday treat to the gf.)
10:45- won the 2nd prize for the 2nd game. box of chocolates (ended up in the potty as i have consumed almost half a liter of brandy for lunch)
4:30- won the 3rd prize.. mini choco cupcakes. MADE ME SICKER!
5:00- my head startin to throb. coffee.cupcake.brandy.late candidate.
5:30- my husband's taking me out. PAK! i wanna go home. sleep!
tic toc tic toc....
*i need to hurl*
31.1.07
Happy thoughts.
If even the day should go by when i don't say i like you, may never a moment go by without you knowing that i do! gNyt! 09.13.2006 10PMish
We had many hellos, goodnights and kamustas....
sweet. flattering. most of the time i shrug it off like those i get from the other more friendly fellas.
Shall we fuck fate beb? Coincedental as it may seem, its strating to give me the creeps.. wallowing that we had so little time to see if it's real, you're there.. i'm here.
Life's a bitch! First you're stuck with undesired options .. you jump on making the RIGHT(moral and practical) decisions .. irreversable as it may seem,, there's too many signs that what you thought was right is now insignificant but actually vexating.
Is this happening to challenge my integrity to stick to what i thought was right?
Or is this spontaneous fate prompting me to ACT before it's too late for me to take on my life's purpose?
Who could tell?? ( the oooh so magical 8-ball)
Aside from the misery this is causing me right now, I'm scared of the uncertainty. Who wouldn't be?
Curiousity killed the cat. But what the hell.. we live to discover, and discover to live.
I'm running out of fairy dusts.. and loosing altitude. Please come back and let's just fly away to never never land.
We had many hellos, goodnights and kamustas....
sweet. flattering. most of the time i shrug it off like those i get from the other more friendly fellas.
Shall we fuck fate beb? Coincedental as it may seem, its strating to give me the creeps.. wallowing that we had so little time to see if it's real, you're there.. i'm here.
Life's a bitch! First you're stuck with undesired options .. you jump on making the RIGHT(moral and practical) decisions .. irreversable as it may seem,, there's too many signs that what you thought was right is now insignificant but actually vexating.
Is this happening to challenge my integrity to stick to what i thought was right?
Or is this spontaneous fate prompting me to ACT before it's too late for me to take on my life's purpose?
Who could tell?? ( the oooh so magical 8-ball)
Aside from the misery this is causing me right now, I'm scared of the uncertainty. Who wouldn't be?
Curiousity killed the cat. But what the hell.. we live to discover, and discover to live.
I'm running out of fairy dusts.. and loosing altitude. Please come back and let's just fly away to never never land.
22.11.06
swingin'
twas my hubby's 28th burstday yesterday and we celebrated in advance putting his and my daughter's party on one packed saturday evening.
i got up fairly early from a late night-early morning gimik with mah sistahs and tot, we went to the grocery, as in the whole block with jojo the mongo..my loving yaya net and mag bounzin bebe girl... ang saya!!
so i started cooking at around 4:30 even texted my friends halfway not to be punctual since im running late on schedule. I had to go double time when my 1st pair of visitors came.. aiko and jamie to put sincere judgement on what i have for the night .. well so far so good even if they only got to have the double sauced meatball pasta. ^_^
triple timing already when the Turbulence boys paid us a surprise visit.. hehe.. ny that time i was laready finishing my last dish, then my sistahs with joods came with the sisig!!! wooohooweeee! then my cousins with mah sister and dad.. we started devouring my soul food at around 9.. hehehe...
here's the thing... i love cooking more so cooking for people i love. I can bitch em around most of the days but one of the voodoos that i do would come in the form of the treats i conjoured up for you.
I'm not malambing, i am showy when i want to get on someone's nerve or i know that this person is too easy to make bola so i could get him to do what i want. But when i decide to cook for you, that means you are special enough that iL risk ruining my nails for u, tolerating the smell of garlic on my fingers for days after, exploring new flavors and guessing if this is in sync with YOU!
Artists write songs, or dance to really cheesy love songs. Authors have em in novels, poetry or prose.... While Ruthie has it served steamin hot, delightful desserts or simply mixed to knock you out....second..third servings allowed.
i got up fairly early from a late night-early morning gimik with mah sistahs and tot, we went to the grocery, as in the whole block with jojo the mongo..my loving yaya net and mag bounzin bebe girl... ang saya!!
so i started cooking at around 4:30 even texted my friends halfway not to be punctual since im running late on schedule. I had to go double time when my 1st pair of visitors came.. aiko and jamie to put sincere judgement on what i have for the night .. well so far so good even if they only got to have the double sauced meatball pasta. ^_^
triple timing already when the Turbulence boys paid us a surprise visit.. hehe.. ny that time i was laready finishing my last dish, then my sistahs with joods came with the sisig!!! wooohooweeee! then my cousins with mah sister and dad.. we started devouring my soul food at around 9.. hehehe...
here's the thing... i love cooking more so cooking for people i love. I can bitch em around most of the days but one of the voodoos that i do would come in the form of the treats i conjoured up for you.
I'm not malambing, i am showy when i want to get on someone's nerve or i know that this person is too easy to make bola so i could get him to do what i want. But when i decide to cook for you, that means you are special enough that iL risk ruining my nails for u, tolerating the smell of garlic on my fingers for days after, exploring new flavors and guessing if this is in sync with YOU!
Artists write songs, or dance to really cheesy love songs. Authors have em in novels, poetry or prose.... While Ruthie has it served steamin hot, delightful desserts or simply mixed to knock you out....second..third servings allowed.
my sistahs and I with joods had the usual treats, we tagged along chano with us as our special guest.... we went swingin..
u must love how it takes you back to the time where you ddnt give an F about anything, the time when scabs on your knees would mean you have a great social life, when sago't gulaman is waaaaaaaaay better than starbucks ...when you would wait till the cheese coats your fingers for a few centimeters before you delightfully like each of em clean... when the greatest problem that u had would be the homework that u left undone because u just cannot be out in the streets and not be playing patintero/chinese garter/cos and robbers with teh other kids from the block.
you see this is why some people choose not to grow up.
can i just not care about not being adult enough in living my OWN life?
6.11.06
my virtual pets.
Since i am not so much of a pet person, except for cats of course... iL keep them here. where they can be checked on by me and anyone who bothers. Plus saves me the pet food and cleaning after pet litters.. hahahaha!
all my v.pets can rotate their heads anyway they...you like. not too much though .. you'll make them sick.
my panda has jaundis. too much bamboo. popo is named after my sister portia's panda stuffy. they were born 5 years apart but they came from the same mumu. well panda's are nice. they shut up all the time. great buddies. u should get one!
here's my golden turle Thumb. He likes shallow water. He drinks his bacth water, that's where he gets all his powers! he loves eating garden leaves, saluyot and makahiya for breakfast and yellow gumamela for snacks. he skips dinner because when the moon is up he just sleeps. don't talk to him about having a boring day, he'll break your neck.
This is Smoke. My kitty cat, not much action goin on with her virtually but you'll find her to be as wicked as her master. Mokey .. i love smokey! moke moke mokeeeeeeeeeee!
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