So guess what my booboo did for me last night?
He took me out to dinner and in the midst of this lavish meal, presents me with tickets to the Nelly concert.
I was soooo estatic! And they’re VIP ones at that!!
He’s just the sweetest… *sighs*
It’s funny but here I sit, waiting for an interesting anecdote to hit me.
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Wait for it….
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I spoke to my parents today. 
Last week they came back from India and from the sounds of things, they had a wicked time, thanks to family that was there.
Which reminds me how times have changed. In my parents and grandparent’s days, family was something of a force to be reckoned with. You were blessed to be part of a sacred fellowship that was made up of your bloodkin. Don’t get me wrong- it’s still there with my parents and their siblings/cousins/etc. However with my generation, there’s naught to be said.
I mean, when was the last time I spoke to my coussies? Quarter to never? I mean, on this damn network alone, I’ve tried contacting them:
To add X as a friend, please enter X’s full name or email address.
Continue only if you really are friends with X.
1 week…
2 months…
Right, phuck you.
‘Nuff said.
In today’s world, what defines whanau (family)? I mean there’s got to be more to it than being related to someone via marriage and blood. If you ask me, that’s one hell of a pitiful excuse for a definition. Some of my close mates are more familyish than certain rellies of mine.
Which probably explains why I can’t really give a toss when my parents tell me that they met so and so at some party and hey, they were asking about me. I mean, if they really meant it, then wouldn’t it show in their actions?
Wouldn’t I get 1 more friend in my dysfunctional (btw stop telling me that I have new msgs!) Friendster network?
So I’m in love with the YingYang twins and their "Wait" song. I know it’s sortakinda old but have you guys heard it? It’s off tha heezy!And the lyrics just crack me up. You know like once inna while, a really good song comes along to the point where you just wanna get up and dance without any inhibition?!
I’m sorta having a brain fade at the moment. I really should go and get it checked out because I’ve been having a lot of them of late. I think it’s cause of the extra dance classes that I’m doing. I’m now like teaching 3-4 classes a week on top of my usual 9-5. Add that to the equation of eating crap as you’re constantly on the run and your own workout time, and viola! here I am. I’m thinking it could be my iron levels but I’m making an effort now to eat more red meat so I really don’t think that’s it. Any ideas?
Btw I’m done with my tanty with my boy. Ron was really sweet. Like on friday he surprised me at work and we went out for dinner! So we’re cool now. =) Besides, I can’t stay mad at him for long cause he’ll either a) pull a silly stunt just to see me laugh or b) feed me (note to self: should I ever be pissed at you, just feed me food. I’ll snap outta it fo sho’).
Nyways, it’s back to the work grind. This week’s gonna be one hectic week. On top of teaching 4 classes, there’s a lotta marketing deadlines due. I myself just came back from dropping off some of our product at a fashion shoot. Later on today, I haveta submit a couple of stills and product releases to a couple of editors. Lotta work but fun nevertheless… =)
Outties- oh and you should check out Pitbull’s "Toma". That’s another booty fav of mine.
It’s a pity that my kickboxing training was this morning as I sure as hell like to fucking kick something right about now. For those of you not in the know, I have horrid anger management. The key word here being management…
I just had a bust-up with my boy. Fucking hell, what is up with men and platonic friends anyway? I don’t get how guys (yes the lot of you) think that our platonic friends are really, wanting to jump us. They’re platonic for a reason. It ain’t like Chris Rock’s definition of platonic-I-really-wanted-to bone-her-but-made-a-wrong-turn-somewhere-platonic.
See this is what annoyed me. I went to the movies with Richie and he was fine with it. And then he started joking on how come it’s aiight for me to go out with my male companions but it ain’t cool by me for him to go out with his girl mates.
Hello… do you know where he meets them female friends of his?
He’s a web developer by day so yeah, no girls there in the IT dept. But over the weekends, he drums for a band at one of the locals. They’re really good-awesome in fact so enter the groupie chicks. So I’m pretty sure that should he wanna go out with his girl "mates," it’s a high probability that they’re groupie-chicks. Believe me I’ve been there and I’m talking about girls who blatantly throw themselves at him and the rest of his bandmates regardless of the fact that their partners might be watching the damn gig. Like damn, I’ve lost count the number of times, I’ve told them to fuck off.
I told him if he wants to go out with them, by all means, go fucking right ahead. Just don’t expect me to be complacent about it cause fuck, I sure am not the docile type. He then tells me that I am missing the point and that it’s not fair that I get to go out with my male mates and he can’t with his female mates. Hah, hello the guys he’s talking about- I work with them at the gym and better yet, when I pal around with them, I’m like one of the boys. You’d never see me being dainty and all that. So what does he expect me to do? Be a hermit and sit at home and fucking revolve my life around him?
If you think that I’m being unfair, I’m not. He gets to go out with his mates. And when he’s with them, they’re always trying to scam on a chick or 2. And the company he hangs with, they’re such attention-seeking whores.
The ironic thing is, eventhough he said that he was fine with it, he sure wasn’t cause he was giving me all these what-if scenarios. Like "what if it’s were the girls behind the bar cause they can be considered my work mates" type of thing. Believe me, if that was the case, I really wouldn’t have a problem with it.
So yeah, there we were, outside his workplace, having a yelling match when I just walked off.
And here I am, typing when really I should be beating something cause I’m freaking seething. It’s times like these that I really really miss being single and not having to deal with answering to anyone. And just so you know, being in a relationship is overrated. Even if your partner is the most awesome guy-like my boy is. Even the most perfect relationship takes time and effort so much so that it can drain you.
If you’re wanting to have a life, I’d highly advise you against it.
