bitter

at times... yeap i love to use this phrase so leave me alone.

at times... i AM bitter. leave me be.
people who still love me during this kind of time when sarcasm gives me the best pleasure and obnoxious attitude relieves me from the hypocritical dizziness, are the people who are still by my side. for an example, my other bitter half.

i do describe us as two disgusting, bittersome duo made of ogre's temper  but we are not. we are just two lazy people waiting for the right time for things to go right.

that's it. stop bothering me with imaginary questions inside my head.

i know you don't get a single thing i am saying, but you shouldn't.

read for pleasure, not for understanding; if the materials you are reading are not:

1.) an agreement
2.) a manual
3.) a memo
4.) a letter
5.) instructions
6.) academic

is that alright with you?

Kung o.k. lang sayo. (tagalog)

signing off with the darkest chocolate ever produced. 200% cocoa!

Perfect Few Hours

With the last few days of struggles with those heartless papers, I lost a good deal of sleep, I fought to stay away from my source of happiness - my books and movies and romantic times with dear...

Last night I finally had the chance to watch a fantastic movie Love, Rosie. I read the book more than ten years ago, and I loved it. The movie - oh my, it is just the perfect type of movie I love - something between reality and fantasy. The writer was only 23 when she wrote the story! I'm proud of her! Okay, she isn't my daughter, but I am still proud of her!  She's Irish - and of course we are not related. Except maybe through the first line - because we're all from prophet Adam. 

Back to the point - Cecelia Ahern rocks. So beautiful ; so serene-looking and definitely has the mind filled with such focused imagination.

 

When I read this book back in my younger days, I thought it was hilarious and magical. Now, 12 years later, I watch the movie and the magical feeling just resurfaces. I mean, I should have believed that true love is mere fantasy, should have known that there is only such thing as marriage and responsibility - now that I'm married, with responsibilities. OF course loveship and bestfriendship and soulmateship really happen in a marriage, but well, true love is more like - a fantasy. The love that I have now is more like love and care for family - not the butterfly in my stomach kind. (Additional Info : butterflies are probably intoxicated in my acidic stomach, and they probably drown in those saturated fat). My point is - FINE, I don't particularly have a great point here - I just want to say that I watched the movie happily last night, and went to sleep and had a great dream about me being back in hometown, with the usual routine of having afternoon tea with my grandma, and woke up happy, because I had sufficient sleep, with a bonus of a peaceful dream. And I woke up and made myself some breakfast, since my husband was still asleep, I watched another movie which I thought was only a chick flick, but made me cry like a suffocated elephant. It was a good movie, nevertheless. Name of movie : If I Stay. But yea, those were my perfect few hours. I can't wait for the whole examination to be over in order to feel fully liberated for a good 2 months or more. 

I love chick flicks. What's wrong with that...? 

I love The Walking Dead too, which is not a chick flick. It's a friggin zombie flick! 23rd October, peeps! (Just in case more than 1 person reads this blog..HAHAHA)

Good night, world! it's 1.21 A.M.