Three Fictional Characters

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I was a little late to hop on to the #threefictionalcharacters meme, which I saw in Twitter. Truth be told, it took me one weekend and three workdays to finally pull together the three fictional characters who I can relate to the best. Surprisingly, I didn’t add someone from any book. I think it’s because my mind couldn’t just make up on any one character. I thought of going for Tris in the “Divergent” trilogy but then again… We-ell! I might just be overestimating myself a bit there. (Haha.) So I scrapped that. Instead, I ended up with these three and I think they were good choices.

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I’m a Cool Girl. Ice Cold. I Roll My Eyes at You, Boy.

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I had a conversation with a friend recently. When he asked, “How’s the love life?” I can only dish out this response: “It’s practically non-existent.” To which he promptly asked, “What’s wrong with them?” And I knew — I knew without a doubt now — that the answer to that was: There’s nothing wrong with the guys I have been interested in and the guys who showed interest. It’s me. It’s all me. Maybe I’m too picky. Maybe I fear the negative side of a commitment. Maybe I’m scared of the same things happening all over again. Maybe it’s all of these thrown into one jumbled pile, one that is long overdue for some spring cleaning. But the days are getting shorter and a bit colder each day now, so a cleaning mood those do not make.😀

I know there are good guys out there. I am friends with some of those good guys. Guys who won’t go sneaking behind your back with their side chick. (Or their wife that you do not know about… Ha!) Guys who won’t play with you. Guys who take relationships and commitment seriously. I know not all guys are the same and I shouldn’t generalize them based on a couple of relationships gone wrong / awry / awful (take your pick, folks). And I don’t. If there’s something I am proud of about myself (which is definitely not my selfie game, sad to say) it’s that I can read most people pretty well. Also translated as: I can spot the so-called bad boy a mile away. (Sometimes, I date them because I like bad ideas.)

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This isn’t good bye

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I do love the internet. Perhaps a little too excessively; more than I would like to admit. It’s definitely my number one source for gathering materials on things that are interesting and funny. And I love how Facebook lets me see what my friends are up to. But recently, I have been feeling like it’s getting to be too much for me. It’s something I would like to take a break from. Again. But why Facebook? Why not my other (most used) social media accounts, such as Instagram and Twitter? Here is the simple reason why: I have gotten tired of Facebook. And then quite recently, it has become a source for drama and conflict.

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In line with what I’ve just said:

Dear (certain) ladies,
Please calm down. He is all yours. Also? I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative, one that I have never asked to be a part of.

(P.S. Please do not put your posse or your squad to do some sleuthing on your behalf. Do refer to the last sentence above.)


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