Doy
The world is spinning so fast, that I feel its axis might crumble, sending us to careening to our deaths with headaches and constipation.
I usually hang out at the Power Plant Mall, and when I do, I see barkadas walking, talking and laughing. A part of me wants to be like the girl in the middle, the chatterbox, the fashionista, the center of attention. The other part wants me to take a sip from my caramel macchiato and get back to my novel.
I want to be a gimikera but I can't. I want to go to Rockwell every week and watch movies and buy CDs. I want to go to Galleria and roam around with my friends for two hours for no reason. But I don't want to. Not really, I guess.
I guess I'm an old soul. I'd much rather stay at home and blog than go out. I'd read a novel with some coffee. There's this art exhibit I really want to go to, but it's on a Saturday night. What do I do? Go to that art exhibit. Duh.
Am I classified by the populace as 'boring' then? Yes, most likely. But then again, the populace might end up bar-hopping and having one night stands. Things like that make me physically ill. I, on the other hand, would be quite content staying home, making sweet love to the man I chose to marry... And if that man is a tall masked tenor, that's just dandy!
I love Erik.
I usually hang out at the Power Plant Mall, and when I do, I see barkadas walking, talking and laughing. A part of me wants to be like the girl in the middle, the chatterbox, the fashionista, the center of attention. The other part wants me to take a sip from my caramel macchiato and get back to my novel.
I want to be a gimikera but I can't. I want to go to Rockwell every week and watch movies and buy CDs. I want to go to Galleria and roam around with my friends for two hours for no reason. But I don't want to. Not really, I guess.
I guess I'm an old soul. I'd much rather stay at home and blog than go out. I'd read a novel with some coffee. There's this art exhibit I really want to go to, but it's on a Saturday night. What do I do? Go to that art exhibit. Duh.
Am I classified by the populace as 'boring' then? Yes, most likely. But then again, the populace might end up bar-hopping and having one night stands. Things like that make me physically ill. I, on the other hand, would be quite content staying home, making sweet love to the man I chose to marry... And if that man is a tall masked tenor, that's just dandy!
I love Erik.