with the rain comes comfort

so the hot summer sun is nowhere i sight and a mug of heavenly hot choco is sitting by my side. what better way to enjoy the chill of the winds and the darkness of the skies? top answer on my side of the coin: "grab the lyrics of a mopey song, quote it in your blog and interrpet it all you want, neverminding if people care about it". i'm just damned sure that 8 out of 10 people will answer exactly the same thing. don't you think?

hah! i found a nice song that's just giddy with anticipation. i'll dissect another suitcase in another hall by maria ciccone.

i don't expect my love affairs to last for long
never fool myself that my dreams will come true
being used to trouble i anticipate it
but all the same i hate it, wouldn't you?

are you one of those people who've become a little cynical and petitely jaded because of the thing that were hurled in your life? shit waltzes into your existence and sometimes it becomes part of your routine but unfortunately, you don't get numb enough. hey, it happens.

time and time again i've said that i don't care
that i'm immune to gloom, that i'm hard through and through
but every time it matters all my words desert me
so anyone can hurt me, and they do

it's so easy to put up a front. we have masks for our disposal. we bring up barriers but there are erratic (note the spelling... i didn't say erotic) times when we are unwittingly disarmed and we open up ourselves to someone. the last line need not be explained.

call in three months time and i'll be fine, i know
well maybe not that fine, but i'll survive anyhow

i'll decapitate the person who doesn't agree with this. yup, i won't be so peachy but i think i'll get through... somehow.

what happens now? i'll get by... i always have before.

markie the vampire

for the past couple of weeks, i've been sleeping early morning. i shut off the pc right about the witching hour which is 3am. i think that explains the mild but persistent ache in my temples that i've been experiencing nowadays. thanks to tablets of biogesic and trusty conan o'brien, i manage.

what have i been doing? let's just say that i got entangled into a forum board where people appreciate what i have to say. that is one of those feelings that i've been deprived of for quite some time now but these people seem to be nice enough to remind me that i matter. need i state my case more?

give me the lovin' and i come a-runnin' to yah... i just hope the nasty headache takes note of my being nice, too.

so boring that it's interesting

whenever people bug me to update this blog, i get amazed and moved interestingly at the same time. i'm probably one of the bloggers with the most monotonous life out here but i still have people who read my ramblings.

my friend says that i have this gift of fussing over things too much that it's entertaining. i guess i'd rather believe that than take my assumption that my audience reads out of pity.

disclaimer: if you've been an audience to this blog of mine for some time now, i'm sure you've already developed the skill of identifying which sarcastic outpouring is written with poison and which is an attempt to be funnily morbid.