There are times when I like to become an anime character just because of the ability to do something extraordinary such as killing the enemy without actually moving and everything is based on a simple eye to eye contact. But most importantly, to taste those authentic Japanese foods. I’m sure my appetite would improve by at least 500% because of it.
It’s just an ordinary day really, but according to my mother and a certain paper called birth certificate, I was born today. And as for some people aside from myself, that is something to celebrate for. If I’m the one to assess it, I would be in my room all day long pretending its Sunday by which means, a day for a marathon of my favorite films. But hey! My family has to decide and I hate that they always win in this kind of argument. I remembered when I was turning fifteen when I finally pulled myself together but still so stiff not to care. “No. I don’t celebrate my birthday for years now.” Unfortunately my mother heard about it at once and I knew the moment I laid my eyes on her that she was hurt. Okay, reality check, I can’t undo things even if I want to, besides, the damage has been done. I have no choice but to let her do what she wants. Maybe invite couple of my nearby friends, cook for them and talk about random stuff about me like I was not in the same room drinking nervously inside. Well, I might be good at pretending but I will never get used to things, I swear.
Exactly one week to go, I will get to see my friends and the second installment of The Hobbit.
I was sharing a moment with our neighbor, talking about the concerts of her favorite artists. About Avril Lavigne who doesn’t seem to age and how creepy auto-tunes are, sometimes. Her laugh is so contagious. She could laugh for almost three minutes, nonstop. Pretty weird but that is her way to let you know that it is her signature. Until I caught some lyrics on the music she’s playing. On and on it goes …you gotta work bitch! It’s not really a great song but that line is putting me into shame. I should really be out there, wasting my time – working. I mean, getting a life. A real one. Because that’s the way it should be. Sweet Jesus.
Seriously, I’m not impressed by those who put bible verses as their status to gain likes or whatever that is the social media can provide them for satisfaction. I know I’m not the one to judge here but please be informed that beyond those holy wordings, your actions are still visible. You just cannot blind people by pretty words. You don’t have to convince me though. Convince the one above. After all, he is the one to judge us in the end. In case, the judgment day is real.
I’m not mad at you. I’m mad about myself because I let you destroy me. You see, I trusted you! I gave you the key knowing that I am putting everything at risk. Now, there is no one to blame but myself. For I am still dead in the world, deeply buried in your fiction. I have no idea where to start or how would I be able to fix of what is left of me. Thank you, anyway, for knocking me off completely. You’re still my favorite woman on earth, even things get rough between us. I have a news for you though, I am different.
If you follow me on tumblr and you know me in real life just remember one thing, what goes on tumblr stays on tumblr.
It’s hard to see Sandra Bullock in any other way after I saw that All About Steve crap. But I must admit Gravity looks grand.
How can you do this?! Why is it have to be me? I’m innocent. So, why not somebody else instead?! And why on earth did you choose to do it while I was drinking my favorite coffee? Did you know that this is too personal? A freaking reptile took his piece of shit (literally) on my shoulder. Great!
Plot twist: my mother must have heard me cursing, came to me and said “just look on the bright side of things, maybe it’s a surprise gift from them, it is the way of telling us, they do recognized humanity”. I swear to god I can’t handle her. She’s damn too funny! I should thank her for brushing off my frustration. But I still hate surprises.
I like it that the word “fuck” seems to match my everyday sentiments in my fucking life. I can literally put it anywhere.