I love love love love love this version.
and damn… he just looks nom nom nom yummy!
You can compare it to this version too. Which is always good as you can see him almost burst into tears.
This really is just the best song that captures that giddyness of the perfect date. When everything is going so well and you are on such a high.
I started a blog a couple of years ago discussing my life with a non-ex. I haven’t seen him since the debacle of my birthday in 05. Bastard refused to go to my party, and actually did not even greet me.
This blog, I started when I moved in with my boy R. We are still together, living harmoniously for six months now. We’ve been together for a couple years and a few months. And I do love him dearly. He just makes my day. When hug hugs me, I do feel like I am melting. These are the good days. and in those moments, him holding my hand makes my heart a flutter.
But lately, I’m very halfhearted with him. He is in a rough patch right now and I can’t get over it. It sucks to be the one wearing the pants in the relationship when the other person is 10 years older than you. Shouldn’t he be doing all these things? I don’t think I’m old fashioned. I’m actually all for equality. I’m bringing this much into the table so I believe he should to. I know I’m being selfish but I can’t help it. He has to grow up.
But I haven’t been a good blogger as of late. Never really updated anything anymore.
And now, I’m getting my groove back on blogging.
Could it be because I’m, and I say this loosely, seeing someone new. An officemate actually.
Even in my messy book, what I’m doing is the very difinition of cheating. It has been more than once. We’ve had repeats that make the tips of my toes tingle.
I find this affair so irresistibly delicious that I look forward to work now. Everytime I open the door to the office, his workstation is the first I check out.
He just treats me so well in the aspects that my guy do not. So there’s the attraction.
I feel myself liking him more and more. And he feels like he’s starting to be really into me.
I know I could fall for him. But, like me, he has his baggages to carry. We have agreed to keep things as they are, as long as we’re both happy.
I know this could turn into something very complicated but it does not faze me. The intricacy of the situation turns me on. I have always wondered how much I could get away with. I’m always wanting to push the boundaries.
Let’s just hope my world does not come crashing down when all this is over.
But for now, let me enjoy the ride.
It bothers me that men can sleep with as many people as they want and still be thought of as decent. When a girl does it, she instantly labeled a ‘ho.
So I like to fuck. So I like to fuck around. So I like to fuck around with people who are around me. Is that so bad?
So I’m in a relationship. So I’m a cheater. Ah. When placed in that context, I feel a bit bad. But then, my brother gets to do it, why can’t I?
Hell, I’m young. Shouldn’t I be free to do things? To try new people?
Try something new.
Guys say that line all the time, don’t they? Something new, like the present is something irrelevant and useless.
But that’s not how I see it. I love my current. When I kiss him, my heart does a little skip of joy. When I have my arms around him, I just want to melt. When we’re in bed, I never want it to end. Have you ever felt like light is coming off you when a person so much as holds your hand? It’s glorious.
Yet I continue on this wicked road. I have tried to explain my behavior to several people. I have tried to explain it to myself. And here I am trying to explain it to you. And I can just see how disappointed you are. How much you want to smack my face until some sense is shocked into me. And how much I’m failing.
I would like to think I don’t have to explain myself to anyone. But I can’t. Cause I need to justify myself to myself. I am as bewildered as you are.
Maybe because although it’s great, the sex with the beau is not as mindblowing as it used to be. That is such a lame excuse, reason, whichever. Ain’t it.
And I am a selfish ‘ho.
Maybe because I crave attention?
Maybe because I need to feel loved by many?
Maybe because I just like to fuck? That seems really to be the case.
I knew it. Once I slip, all goes with it.
And there I was, being all perfect and monogamous.
I’m not really into partying. I’m mostly into drinking sessions with friends. And lately, that’s been happening so much it has surprised me.
As a workaholic ( by choice and sometimes by force) I tend to leave the office when most friends are leaving the bars already. So yes, I have no social life whatsoever. But the last few weeks, I’ve been getting off work earlier and people are actually willing to wait for me.
Wow.
So that has been fun.
This week though, I’m on leave. I’m supposed to prepare for my upcoming (this Sunday) law school entrance review. And yet I’m on youtube, watching the videos of kevjumba (which are hilarious).
But I’m supposed to be reviewing for my exam. I don’t think I’m going to pass it as I don’t really know academic stuff anymore. sigh. I haven’t even submitted my application yet. See how dedicated I am.
And it’s been raining today so I’ve been here at home, in bed or in front of the pc enjoying my weekend. I was supposed to see the bf but I’m too lazy to get up and go.
So in short, things are still the same.
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