WHO’S DELINQUENT?

Still post-delinquent, I have to admit. Delinquent here but not on other sites of mine. I haven’t realized the gravity of how tedious it is to copy write and maintain your personal sites as well. Even if I have ALL the time in the world to write, I no longer get to respond to real emails! My friend Joe Wagner has been asking me how I was and it is just ironic to not reply back with lengthy mails like how I used to do before when I hardly have the time to write.

Ersh… Ersh… spilt milk.

The real dilemma is trying to get a moment with the boyfriend when we both have different Timezones. I already swore myself off the PST, CST, MST and EST jargons and am happily deducing myself to think that, hey, it’s 4pm, MANILA time, and, yes, 4pm, in the afternoon where sunlight still is cancerous! I do miss my bank moments and lunch with the old team but the new department that I am now at doesn’t seem to have any problem at all with the schedule so why should I? When I say lunch, it is at 12 N-O-O-N.

Back to the boyfie (why does this always have to be about me?), he works at night, goes home in the mornings and is a light sleeper – meaning he sleeps when there’s light! Contrary to my schedule, he zonks out when I get out of work. Poor baby. He really does make an effort to spend time with me regardless of his lack of sleep. But what about my lack of sleep? Argh. I find myself sometimes rushing along with Cebu’s traffic to get to work. Whoever said compromise is easy? Yes, only Edward Cullen can do that but not everyone is a few decades old, lives off on Volvos and possesses amazing supernatural strength.

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Career In Love

There are rules of course, but the rules are generic.

 “You wouldn’t go out with him, would you?”

 And the jealousy.

 “How did you meet him?”

 “I think he likes you.”

 And the future.

“How do you see us years from now?”

And the friends.

”We hardly see you anymore.”

And the family.

“Who IS that?”

And the scrubs.

“That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t go out with me anymore?”

I am in a relationship. Get over it.

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His name is Karma.

It might be good and bad Karma.

The Karma broke things off with the girlfriend and I didn’t know if I should feel bad or if I should feel smug and high-five all the women in the world who has been cheated on by their boyfriends. Whichever is worst? There wasn’t even any feeling of gratification there. Just, uh, happy.

 “Look, shit happens.”

Let me sit back and watch the barrage of hate speech, the nitpicking insults, the grabbing of photos and posting them somewhere.

Bring it ooowwwwn.

Sneaky, low-key and smug. I have become selfish and horrible and every inch of a bitch. Somebody stab me with a lightning ray. Oh, God. I didn’t know stealing could be this much fun.

I’m going to go get my mug shot soon.

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