I'm really trying to move on, k.
What You Want To Say vs. What You Ended Up Saying Instead, Part Four
I'm really trying to move on, k.
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As long as there's something you can't really say.
What You Want To Say vs. What You Ended Up Saying Instead, Part Three Context: discussing what we had for dinner. What You Want To Say vs. What You Ended Up Saying Instead, Part Two
Context: A resort in what seems to be a wildlife sanctuary. He is afraid of snakes. Happy 2016! It's my first time being away from family on New Year's. The craziest thing I did was walk from town back to my apartment. I guess I better start from the top:
• I walked home.Hehe I'm not certain how many kilometers lay between where I was and my apartment, but I didn't really mind. It was peaceful and quiet. I felt safe, something I can only dream about being when I'm in Manila.
I got home without incident, got to call my family, and virtually high-fived my friends. It was a great start.
after an emergency was luckily resolved, headed over to a watering hole i frequent. sat at the bar, like always.
mid-age guy comes, strikes up a conversation. admits he's drinking because of a problem. i pretend to be waiting for a friend. guy assumes it's a he. he asks about my work, lalala. i ask about his problem - like a good barmate - and listen attentively. he then proceeds to give advice, mostly about life. we sing a few lines from 'father and son' in the process. in a span of 10 minutes i was called 'not that beautiful, but young' to 'guapa' to 'young and very beautiful'. then he says he wasn't looking for anyone, just wants a conversation, i'm too young for him. he's just thankful i was there, lalala. eventually i pretend to receive a call, presumably from the friend i was going to meet somewhere. i make the call last for a good five minutes. it's the usual pretend call i make: where are you, who are you with, i'll send the files in the morning. after my 'call', guy says he overheard. and wants to tell me something. "you love him." i deny, say we're a group of friends. no, no, he says. you love the guy. if he loves you back he should be here. i start to say no again, but he cut me off, saying, "i don't care. he should be here." i shrug. i have to go, i say. and i went. So much raw emotion poured into the song. Bravo, Jamie.
wakes up wanting to eat something that would taste good in theory but looks somewhat icky when being made, you don't take a photo of it because you may end up warding off potential mates, not that it matters of course
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nice to meet mew!Hi, I'm Lauren, and this blog is the repository of my thoughts about erm, mundane things. As you can see, I have a thing for cats. I also like cheese. Archives
October 2016
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