What I haven't started talking bout...
I know I know....everyone has been expecting a detailed post about my new lover.
But I would open up a empty post to start writing and all I can think bout is...I have no bloody idea what to write about him. Not to say he is boring or anything but where is the defining line between telling of a wonderful love, violating the privacy line or just plain gloating bout a new lover?
Ok so let's have some pictures to tell then...
First of all....he presented me with....
Kakakkak...no I did not have a baby with him. This is his wonderful God daugther...Tabitha. And she is perfect! The best thing about him is that he and his friends made me part of the group...like family despite the fact that I was his gf for like only a few weeks. I appreciate that the most about him...and it is the part I loved best.
Naomi, proud mom of lil Tabby Cat allows me to fawn over her and worry about her after the C-section. I rushed to her side missing classes just to be there and I was welcomed with open arms from the flushed and over excited dad. It was great. And as I watch my handsome man carry the darling baby in his arms, a feeling stirred in my heart.
I bagged myself a good one there!
His first gift to me...tho I asked for it and it was from Cotton on Kids...it was still the best gift ever. I would carry...Henry...yes his name is Henry as stated on his tag....everywhere for the first few weeks. And funnily enough, he (Mr. BF) get custody of him for a few days in a week. Though our relationship gets a little shaky from the cultural differences and the 'after-honeymoon-period' fights, I love the fact that we can communicate....or try to anyway. And he might not be a romantic as my ex was, but a change is good....I thank God for him everyday. I love him for who he is...ohhhh too mushy...sorry guys!
His recent gifts to me seem a little extravagant if I must say so myself but he got a bonus and apparently wants to share it with me...too sweet. He hates PDA(Public Display of Affection) and does not know how to be romantic and seriously suck at it. But when he makes the effort, its more than enough to melt my heart. Like this wonderful Parker pen which he got me as a gud luck present before my mid term exam...which came with a wireless printer...so cool present. Then today he surprised me with a nice warm mink blanket which I am wrapped up in while typing this post during the cold winter night.
So, ok, it seems like I am very materialistic talking bout all the gifts he gave me but its the only way I know how to show who he is without going too deep but exposing enough to show how great he is. Gosh I am turning more gross mushy than Vini can ever be...HORRID!!
Anyway, that is it....my love life.....for now!!! Kakak...sorry ppl for such a mushy post.....you can kick me later
Bulls ahoy!!!
Everyone who knows me....knows very well how I cringe at the thought of a confrontation. I do not know how to fight back and I do not know how to defend myself. I am, however, very good at keeping mum & staring back defeated in silence. It is pathetic and sad...but have not been brought up to be so feisty.
Even a recent argument with my boy boy also resulted in me consulting 10 million other friends before I got the courage and words to win the case. Also though I think he was being nice and letting me win. Such a sweetheart!
Anyhooooo...the main point of this post is that...
I might look like a scared shit-less lamb but truth is when you rub me the wrong way, I can get pissed off and bark at you.
Saturday was a good day...started off great with a large milk order and doing so with a bad back doesnt seem to make my smile any bigger. But after putting all of it away, I was able to relax in blissful quiet Saturday mornings where everyone is still asleep from a drunken Friday pub night. I walk around the empty store to tidy up on what is needed with the occasional needed break of newspaper buyers interrupting. It goes good til the late risers decide to invade my space for cheap fuel. At the height of it, a customer decides to piss me off further by bitching to me about how it is our fault that the air hose is broken.
No. 1 - its never our fault...we don't even use the airhose
No. 2 - its cause every time we get it fixed...some idiot will somehow spoil it within the next day
No. 3 - it seems like there is never a air hose because of reason no. 2
After his long 10 minute bitching...I said....
"Why don't you say that to the customers who actually do spoil them?"
His face turns bright red from anger and I stare him back square. He backs down and mumbles...."Stupid server stations...." and walked off before I could punch him in the face.
30 minutes later....
Another man drives in and decided to fill up his jerry can from the back of his ute. It is against company policy to do that so I requests for him to place the jerry can on the floor before filling. He comes in angry and steaming, requesting an explanation. I tell him it is for safety reasons, and he keeps asking, "Why?".
"An engine tank is not on the ground too!", came his lame kindergarten retort.
I explained that while your engine is strapped down to the car, the jerry can isn't.
As he continues on his endless fight, I calmly tell him that it is not me he should direct his anger at...I inform him of a complaint number and he can do his satanic works there. As expected, he refused and continued on harassing me. I raise my voice a notch telling him I am only doing my job to carry out the company's orders and is happy to pass him the complain number. He finally stops arguing and ask politely for the receipt to his fuel. Walking out huff-ly but somehow defeated.....
All in all...its a day of lost tempers......(don't mess with a angry woman!)
Stressed...I want OUT!
If only I can say that every time something does not go the way I want it to.
Sitting at a deja vu moment as I watch my best friend flirting sheepishly with a staff member from where I work. My mind flashes back to the time I met him the second time; the overly zealous conversation, the asking me where the cloth for cars are kept so he can wash his car and the orders I barked at him. Somehow, I wished for someone better for her...someone way over my league....some tall, dark, handsome Christian prince with his own house and a million cars. But this is expected of a friend so in love with her...not in the horrible way you are imagining it!!!
Anyway, back to the story...
As I look at her happily soak up his attention, I feel a little worry and protectiveness for her emotions. I don't want her to get hurt especially since I don't even know that guy well besides the fact that he is nice. Yet as we spend the next 4 hours catching up on all the juicy details in each others' lives...I realise I am in no position to worry....I am in the similar deep pot of shit.
The only thing is she had the sense to take things slow. Me...just like previous experiences...just jumped into it like a tub of warm water during chilly winter. Regrets....plentiful...as I struggle as everything catches up with me. The emotions, the repercussions, the problems.
However, at least one of us is doing good...self discipline. And I know her response would be..."Read the bible more!".
But somehow this time, as everything piled up on me, I adopted a brand new attitude of "QUITTING". Not wanting to struggle on but to just raise my arms up in surrender. As we both reviewed our study plans, I amazed myself by actually agreeing to abandon our masters plan. What is wrong with me? This is not the me that I know.
Yet as the 2nd semester seem to pass me by, I see that this studying is ridiculous as everything I learn will not apply in the future...that everything I spend many hours on is total ridiculous buffalo doodie....
So, for now, I am going to be that loser and say....I WANT OUT!
