coffee stains

It's amazing how a woman can be easily misled once a guy has her under his spell. He can make you feel like the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet and can make your head spin at the thought that every sweet gesture he makes, he makes only for you. It's not entirely the guy's fault as a woman on cloud 9 would willingly walk into the captor's lure. It is just unfortunate that baits that will get you hooked in this lifetime won't always be meant for you.

I have finally laid eyes on the most gorgeous couch I've ever seen... As Wayne Campbell would mutter in the flick Wayne's world, I just had to say to myself that "It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine..." As I looked at the furniture shop display, it was like a glossy page ripped out of House Beautiful . It was perfect! My heart beat almost painfully in my chest as I inched closer. I bent over to turn over the tag attached to check how much it would cost me to own my dream couch. My heart sank when instead of seeing the price, it read SOLD . I've already imagined how it would look against my living room's off-white wall, how the pillows would look just casually tossed on it... Come to think of it, this is like the guys I meet and fall for. Beautiful creatures that would spice up your life but they would never really belong to you. Women often complain that the good ones are either taken, married or gay. Maybe we just have the psychological te...

Most of the time I feel content with singlehood. I have better things to worry about, I have my brother's pre-med tuition, credit card bills, sky-high cellphone bill and my team's high absenteeism (hah! This one's almost fixed!) to worry about. I shouldn't have time for this! But the loneliness just manages to sneak up on me. Like a huge fanged mouth ready to eat me alive. There will be moments when you'd want to hold someone's hand and you'd just be reaching out, and find yourself groping at the chilly air.

I've tried to convince myself that I don't need a significant other. Why would I let myself fall for someone and just lose him later on? I've experienced the thrill of falling little by little...your heart like a big balloon ready to pop any minute until...the final plunge. No words can describe exactly how it feels when your emotions and your reality revolve around one person. Hell, it can get crazy. Most of the time, I forget one thing. It's called a REALITY CHECK. Did I stop gushing for a second to wonder if he feels the same way?! Is he interested or involved with someone--someone who's not me? When it dawns on you how useless everything is, you tell yourself, probably for the nth time, that you'll never fall in love again but, we never really learn, do we?!

I got myself a diversion to escape my madness and the one I was trying to evade has just become my diversion for my diversion. Hah! How crazy but true! Just to elaborate and further confuse you, I liked Guy A , but then I said to myself that he would never like me the way I liked him and decided to find another..eherm...inspiration. I don't think I will ever learn my lesson. I know that one of the worst ways to get over someone is to condition myself to like someone else...especially if you happen to just notice someone by accident. I got the chance to get to know Guy B better and he turned out to be really sweet, sensitive and we have a lot in common. I developed a humongous crush on him but then, things start to get weird...there's the crazy jealousy, my sudden poetic frenzy and the pathetic longing to spend as much time with him as I possibly could. I couldn't go any further. One more step and I'd be falling off the cliff. It would be so wrong to entertain my fe...

Waiting for the phone to ring is like waiting for the axe to fall to end my misery. In moments such as this, time slows down unbearably, every second ticking by almost audibly. It's such an unpleasant experience especially if the wait was all in vain...

I have grown a strange addiction to your smile. Your silhouette, a dazing memory in my head. Like crack, I long for your presence taciturn and lingering like the sound of your voice Your mind is an exhilarating roller coaster ride. My mind spins at your touch Your skin, like the capuccino I crave.

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...