Decluttering
Czar plots some more at 11:13 PM
It's a sad season for us, fellow members of United One-Day-Only Bitter Singles of the World. Clear Shampoo, apparently the The One of anti-dandruff shampoo world and I'm being sarcastic in saying this, has robbed us of our right to wear black on February 14th. Given this situation, we turn to the color wheel and find green as the most apt color for the aforementioned dreaded day.Welcome to the Green Parade, my friends.
We might as well be walking stems looking for the ecstatic red rose buds which have left us in search for better, less-bitter receptacles. Or walking kangkongs and pechays. Or, we might as well be celebrating Earth Day. Or Farming Day, whichever fits our outfits better.
Oh it's a relief I won't be passing by Dangwa. Or smelly Designer Blooms. Or MRT/LRT stations which, by the way, would surely be the spot to be on V-Day. I mean, boys running down the stairs with humongous rose bouquets in hand, ala-John Lloyd Cruz sans the background music, what more could you possibly ask for on V-Day right?
Longish and seemingly irrelevant introduction aside (I was rambling): I am decluttering today. Decluttering helps in driving away negative energies right? And it's actually right on time too, since it's nearing Valentine's Day and the serotonin that I'd be consuming would be rendered negligible if I'm this bitter and emotionally-unstable. See, I don't even make sense. Alas! I have been infected!
Anyway, on to the decluttering part. So we could get over the sappiness already.
Unsent Letter #001
I like you. Weird no? Ngayon pa kung kelan nagkakasawaan na tayo ng mukha. But I just happen to really like you. I like the kind of guy you are and the kind of person I am when I am with you. I like it when we share funny stories, and taste-test food, and walk long avenues and plan new adventures. I like it, even if your willingness is on the condition of a free meal. I like it. I like you.
So then, help me stop.
Unsent Letter #002
So that friendship. Was its foundation not real? Beneath the adventures and inside jokes and piles and piles of bus tickets--was it all just free food and free help with freetty girls? Wow. What a nice servicewoman I had been then. God, I feel so used. And I let myself be used.
But I still like you. Even if you won't blink some more to see me clearly. You wouldn't have to save up gym money just so you could impress me and make me regret the day I refused you.
I'm here. Look at me.
Unsent Letter #003
You blind, andropausal, pathetic, emotionally-impaired, all-bad-adjectives-I-could-think-of member of the male species!
You blind, andropausal, pathetic, dense member of the male species!
You blind, andropausal, pathetic guy!
You blind, andropausal guy!
You blind person. How could you not worry that I hate you to bits now. You won't even load up to settle things, send a joke or say hi. You won't even look at the other side. This side. How selfish can you get. And how could you force me to be so sappy-cheesy all I could do to reduce the drama is speak in declaratives.
And how could you comment about birds and harhar about it when what you should be typing is a short and really simple hey.
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Tomorrow will see the comeback of the coconut! FIGHT! :D
LSS: Oh It's Love - Hellogoodbye
