coffee stains

I have fallen madly in love.... I am crazily in love with the thought of being in love. I'm longing for the excitement, I want to feel butterflies in my stomach...I miss the reckless, nearly masochistic way of thinking...thinking only of him. Quit the search , I say. Love would come to me when I least expect it. Still, I am hopeful that this person I'm eyeing is the one... I wonder if he senses it. He'd be unfeeling if he didn't have the slightest clue.

They say everything happens for a reason but, no matter how strange the situation seems or how treacherous certain feelings just creep up on you, don't you just act on impulse and worry about the consequences later on?

Some guys would just lead you on. Messing up your brain with their charms....playing you on with their wit and sweet words, weakening your defenses.The bait is cunningly set until you fall helplessly into the trap.

I occasionally find myself complaining about the smallest things. It's something innately human and I hate it when people complain about almost everything. I sometimes loathe the reality that I'm unattached, that I don't have self-control or that I don't have this and that. Most of the time, I would find it bearable to be single because I have my beloved family and my friends to keep me company and not to mention my cute and smart doggie. Whenever I'm with them, everything is alright. Today, one of my allies left me, leaving me in pieces. It was just a few days ago that everything was perfect when all of a sudden, my dog's health just deteriorated. Guilt is gnawing at me. Lately, I've been too busy to spend as much time with her as i did before. She never complained, She'd be satisfied with me acknowledging her presence and a belly-rub would always make her day. She never failed to show her loyalty and always reciprocated our love and how much she ...

i am having a blog-worthy moment and i can't even bring myself to write about it. Am i not sad enough about my loveless existence??! Pardon the sensless babble but i have always considered myself lucky and proud of the fact that I'm not the stereotype female...i am and will never be weak and will never give in to my emotions. Or so i thought... I also regret that at times I can get too conventional and too chickenshit to face my feelings. And I have missed too many opportunities to find myself a significant other. One really detestable trait that i have is the subconcious urge to torment myself. "There's beauty in sadness" i say. What the hell?! The best literary pieces were produced by depressed--or should I say disturbed people. Harhar... I just met the beautiful,straight man of my dreams who's got the right IQ and the right attitude, but then i end up asking if I walked in my sleep and fell over? It feels like i hit my head o...