September 30, 2012

Huston ... We have a Problem!

There are certain questions that signals that something is going wrong in your relationship.


* But we are friends, aren't we?

If you got to the point of playing the "friendship" card this means you are not friends and one of you is trying to either set boundaries or claim rights.

* you love me, don't you?
If you feel like asking someone whether or not they love you, this might mean they don't.

* but you couldn't be possibly betraying me, no?

Chances are you have been betrayed and in denial.

What other questions do you think signals relationship troubles?

September 28, 2012

Dear You - Do it for me

The thing is I don't want a fling. I want to ask you to stay forever. But I am not sure we can do forever. I don't want you to runaway either.

I want you. I like you. I like us. I want us. I don't want it to be a fling and I can't ask you for forever.

Do it for me. Will you?

September 23, 2012

My Disney Princess

So last night, I asked my friends on twitter a question. Who is your favorite Disney princess and why?

I got some interesting answers. And instead of spamming the timelines of my friends with my answer I thought of sharing it here.

Belle is my favorite Disney princess. 

Let’s look at Belle, the young yet mature beyond her years. She is a book worm. She didn’t conform to her society’s expectations and she wished for an adventurous life. She is intelligent and brave. And when the time came she stepped up to save her father from the beast everyone feared.

Belle was a girl of character. She did what she believed should be done. And she loved that that no one else could possibly love. She had an eye that saw the good in the beast.

The love of her man didn’t make a princess out of her. It was through “their” mutual love to one another that both became prince and princess.

So, who is your favorite Disney princess and why?

September 14, 2012

Reality Check

Him: I don't like the new guy. He plays wrong tunes.

Her: He says he loves me. He says that the feelings he has for me is sure a form of love. But you know people say things they don't mean all the time. Again, why would he love me?

Him: That's why I tell you he plays the wrong tunes.

Her: Isn't that sort of sad? That I am not loveable? That when a guy says he loves me, then he must be lying. You know it is sort of heart breaking.

Him: It isn't that way ...

Her: It is ok. I am fine.

September 12, 2012


I have you on best-est friends list.

I spend all my day thinking about you.

I occasionally get a ghost of you talking to me. 

I crazily miss you.

I feel I am completely worthless because I can't find one good reason for you to have interest in me.

I just miss you a lot and too frequent ... it is annoying. 

Why did you come into my life?

Why will you leave? 

Eventually you will ...

There isn't anything to stay for ...

There isn't anything that could be of interest ...

Why me? And why not me? 

I am not smart, I am not pretty, I am not successful ... I am a no one. 

And I miss you. 

The point is how would you ever realize that "no one" is missing you. 

Why did you come into my life? ..... Why did you leave?

September 10, 2012

One Last Time ... Again

She Said:

You know I have always wanted a serious relationship. I didn't want to know that much men. I wanted to marry my 1st guy. But he left me. Then came another one who left me too. Every time I thought it will be the last time. And every time they left because I wanted it to be serious and they were never "serious" enough.

I didn't want to know as much men. I didn't want to have a first or a last. I just wanted to have one man. But no man wanted me to be "the" one woman.

Maybe I should change perspective.

Maybe I should take the fling as long as I am always offered "flingship"

Or maybe I should redefine seriousness because my seriousness led me to no where.

But I don't want a fling. I get nothing but "flings". I don't want a fling. I want something stable. I want no worries. I want to take something for granted. I don't want to worry about how stupid I am. Or how anything I am doing might turn him off. I don't want to worry whether or not he thinks I am entertaining. I don't want to fear being complicated. I don't need to pretend being shallow or deep.

I want to be myself, I want to be safe and I want it to last long enough for it to be a fact of life not something I am not sure whether or not is real.

I don't want a fling.

But maybe I should give him a try. One last time.

The day I quit him is the day I will quit love ... forever.

One last time ... then I quit.

September 09, 2012

On The Wolf and The Little Girl

In the story there was a wolf, a little girl, a crowded village, and a forest. In the story the little girl lived in the village the wolf lived in the forest. Their roads shouldn’t have crossed if it weren’t for a basket of fruits.
Their roads somehow crossed. On the borders of the village lived the girl’s grandma. Her grandma’s backyard was nothing but the mighty forest. Everyday she held a fruit basket and went to her grandma's.

Everyday on the thin border line she stood to play.

The forest was the wolf's. The village was the people's. The deal was that none of them cross into the others world.

The little girl knew about the wolf.

The wolf wouldn’t care to know about the little girl. The village was full of girls like her, boys, men and women. The village was full of life while the forest was only full of him.

They met.

There at the very thin line between the village and the forest. They stood starring at one another.
For a moment it was like a dream. For the girl it was hard to believe that she is standing face to face with the wolf that the whole village talks about. For the wolf it was really strange that a little girl gets that close to him without being scared. After all he is the legendary wolf. Girls like her scream at the mere mention of him.
It wasn’t a dream and each had to decide what to do. Nobody was watching. The only thing the little girl feared was someone to see her with the wolf. Standing there she didn’t feel scared. She didn’t get why the people say all the horrible things about that wolf.

She felt safe. She only feared what people would say if they saw her with the wolf.

The wolf on the other hand had to take a more crucial decision. He was a wolf, the question was whether to act as a wolf or simply give in to the girl.

No one was watching. He decided not to be a wolf just for one night.

They played. The girl even gave him an apple out of her fruit basket. It was fun, again just like a dream. But then all of sudden he decided to leave.

Their secret meetings kept going on. He called her reckless because only a reckless little girl will show up every day to play with a wolf.

She gave him a fruit every time she saw him. The innocent little girl wasn’t reckless she was just safe in a way that she couldn’t explain.

With every fruit she gave the wolf he warned her that he is nothing but a wolf. And wolves eat little innocent girls.

And as she doesn’t seem to take the wolf’s warnings seriously, the wolf started showing her his paws and claws. He started showing her his sharp teeth. Every time he did that she ran home crying. She couldn't get why he insists to show off the beast in the time they both know he isn’t really a beast.

One day as they played the wolf decided to bite the girl’s arm, a bite that shook off the dream. He bit her and ran into the forest. His voice echoed, remember reckless I am a wolf, we eat little innocent girls we don’t play with them. You have been warned, repeatedly.

The girl never stopped going to the forest and he never stopped showing up for her. But they just don’t play.

She does nothing but waiting. He does nothing but watching.

And there they both stare at the thin border line between their two worlds.