They Killed ZsaZsa!

Ok... I finally saw ZsaZsa Zaturnnah. Can't say I hated it. Can't say I loved it either. It's... so... bleh.

I just wish they stayed as true to the comic book as much as they could. Damnit. I really don't understand why they had to add extra characters and stupid CGI shit when they could've just used the money to TEACH THE ACTORS HOW TO ACT.

Oh well. Least I have the comic book.

And other than having the same first name as the main character... the lead actress was about as true to the character as Christian Bale was to Batman. Bad analogy. Wala akong maisip eh.

I wish they went with Eula, John Lapuz, Agot Isidro and Philip Lazaro.

Hay.

Plus, I think I scarred my boyfriend for life. Hehehe. I shouldn't have dragged him to watch the damn movie in the first place.

Ok, more later. Gotta go home now. The boy has work. Toodles.

Dios Mio.

Ok, this has gone on long enough. It's not even funny anymore. Surely not entertaining. Aside from the fact that it's petty, it almost constitutes bickering over a man and really... that's so beneath me.

You go on with your delusions of grandeur. I really don't care anymore. After this post, I'm done with you. I have more important matters to focus on. Like my kid, my work and my friends.

I don't know what you wish to accomplish with your little jab at my weight. Please. Pfft. Be a little more original. Calling me fat by using a medical term? I graduated with a degree in Public Health. Moron. Could you be a little more obvious? Last I checked, only first graders do this shit. And planting that seed of doubt about his fidelity? Holy Christ woman... you're only proving to me that you do indeed have the IQ of a tse-tse fly.

How many times must I repeat that I am not the least bit concerned whether or not I am the only woman in his life? Because when you look at it, I'm not the one who's being unfaithful. And I'm not blindly stupid either. I know where I stand and I'm content where I am.

Criminy... like YOU were the ONLY one in his life too? Puh-lease. Where do you think I get the information about you from? Who do you think tells me stuff about you? Bimbo. If he hadn't told me about you, I wouldn't even know you existed. Susmio.

Your little game is tiring me. And I'm a little sorry that I allowed myself to get swept into this holy clusterfuck of idiotic back and forths. The only thing I got out of this is an increase in readership in this here little blog AND a couple of laughs at your expense.

Michelle, go live your life and stop butting into mine. And for crying out loud, don't give Leo away like you own him. You don't. He belongs where he wants to belong. No one has ever been able to dictate to him. I've no plans on starting. I pick my battles. I know where I stand. He and I are great friends. More than anything, we are really great friends. He knows that, I know that.

Shit, we even talk about what we're gonna do after we break up. And we laugh about it. I already know he's not THE ONE. And I'm ok with that. The important thing to me, at least, is that we're getting what we need and want from each other and no one is being made a fool of because everything is transparent.

Leo's a great guy. Someday, he'll make a great boyfriend and possibly a great husband. He already knows how to take care of a family. He knows he wants to be ready before he starts a family. And one day... maybe in the VERY distant future, he'll mature enough to buckle down and start having that family. When that day comes, I'll STILL be his friend.

Thank you for directing a lot of traffic over to this blog. Other than Richard and Church, who I both love dearly, nobody really reads this blog. Mostly because nobody knows about it.

Besides, the REALLY juicy stuff is in the other blog. :)

Now shoo fly don't bother me.

And hello to you too...

Life has dealt me another hard blow... Apparently, all along... I've... I don't even know if I can talk about it... it just hurts too damn much... apparently, I've been using "Nice" english. NICE! How can I go on living my life now?

I've tried so hard to live my life as best as I can and still, I get comments like this. What the hell am I doing wrong?

Anyway, yeah. I'm done being petty. I just had to jab a little.

Look, I know you read my blog... I was hoping you would, actually. I wanted to be sure that you did before I address a more specific post to you. This way, it won't look like I'm talking to somebody I conjured out of thin air.

Let me be clear about one thing. I have no problem with you. None at all. You want him, go get him. He's not legally tied down to me. Never was, and honestly... never will. Right now, I'm getting what I can out of this really complicated relationship. Great companionship and frankly, out of this world sex. Like you said, I am old. Older than him. Can't change that, don't want to even if I could.

I like being my age. I love having a teenaged son. I love the freedom that my age affords me. I can go out with whoever I like. Whenever. Wherever. I don't have to answer to anyone except myself.

What I have a problem with is... you assuming that the reason he deleted you from his friends list is that I asked him to. You're so wrong. Sure he did it while I was there but honestly, I was as surprised with it as you are. I don't dictate to him. He does what he wants to do. He's his own man. I've never asked him to stop talking to his exes, stop talking to other women... or whatever.

I don't operate that way. We started out as friends and I want to end this... this convoluted relationship the same way. I've no expectations of happily ever after. Honey, I'm more grounded than that.

Do you know that I'm even friends with my exes current girlfriends or wives? I'm THAT agreeable. I don't believe in fighting over men and I don't think I'll start anytime soon. I just have too much self-respect, I guess. And believe it or not, I respect you too. You are, after all, a woman. Much like me. We love, we hurt. That alone makes us kindred spirits.

I'm not asking if we could be BFFs. I don't think that's possible after everything. Plus, it'll be too weird. But on the other hand, it'll freak him out... and that alone is worth everything. Yes, I'm evil. I know that already. :)

Look, I love him. I don't know why but I do. He's hardly as faithful to me as I am faithful to him but that's my personal hell.

What you need to know is that I love myself too. Who knows, maybe one day I'll love myself more than I love him and wake up and finally realize that he belongs to someone else. I can live with that. Because it only means that someone else is meant for me.

I know you don't have the IQ of a tse-tse fly. Believe it or not, I was talking in general. If you took offense, my apologies. I've always been a bitch when I'm angry and can't lash out.

I've known him since he was... 10, I think. He was friends with my friend's little brother. My friend and I lost touch for a few years, when I came back, L grew up. I must admit that he looks good. Cute in his own way. But that's not why I fell in love with him.

I fell in love with him the moment I realized he can make me smile inspite of everything else that was going wrong in my life. It takes a lot to make me smile. And for that, I'll forever be grateful to him.

He and I will eventually break up, much to my dismay, but until then... let's call a truce, shall we? If only to drive him crazy.

And please... don't ever tell me I use NICE english. I've worked hard my whole life trying to build up my bitchy rep. :) Among other things.

If you need to reach me, message me on friendster. Or add me. Why the heck not? It's crazy, it's unheard of and it's so decadent. :)

By the way...

Hurts like hell. Got it about a week ago. Can't say it's my favorite but I can say this... I'm NEVER going to get another tattoo on my back. Damn thing's still throbbing like a mother.

Anyway, I'm still unsure as to whether or not I regret having it done.

Long story. Not really in the mood to talk about it plus I'm being YMed to death.

So yeah, cherry blossoms and a name. Yippee.

Just another day in Spinsterville

Life sucks. Thank you. Carry on.

Thieving Bastards.

So... my phone got stolen. Thieving bastard. I wish I could get my hands on him so I could pull out his penis and choke him with it. If the thieving sack of shit even has a penis.

I'd like to skin him alive, bathe him in battery acid and then feed his boiling, melting body to rabid chipmunks.

It's the Christmas season for crying out loud!

I miss my old phone. My new one is better but the old one has all the pictures, all the videos, all the mushy messages...

Jesus Christ in spandex... if I ever cross paths with the thieving son of a bitch, I'm going to gouge out his eyes with a rusted fork.

Rich, soon as you see this, could you send me your number through YM? Thanks!

It's been hell.

I feel like I should make a list of all the things that have happened this past week. Just give you the bullets and not elaborate. But that would just spark questions that quite frankly, I'm not ready to answer. Not ready and not willing.

My love life is a complete and utter mess. I don't know what to do about it. I'm all out of ideas as to how to make it work. Or maybe I really am just expecting too much from the boy. It's just that, I'm so tired of this roller coaster ride I'm on, that jumping off and getting run over by it seems like a good idea.

Meh.

Good things. Good things have happened too. I should probably mention that. It's not like my life is one big giant reel of horrific tragedies after the other. It does have some good scenes. Once in a while. Like, I lost weight. And... I finally learned how to put on make-up. Scoff if you will but damnit, that's a big thing for somebody so opposed to being girly.

Oh and... I went to the drugstore the other night and this guy walked over to me and started asking me if I could tell him which pain reliever is better. So I answered. He said thanks and I said welcome. Well, I said, "De nada" and then he turned around and started talking in Spanish, all animated like and shit. It was almost heartbreaking to tell him that aside from the words that Ernie and Bert taught me, I know next to no Spanish.

So I thought that was that. I paid for my stuff and went out. He ran after me. Asked for my number. I told him I had a boyfriend. He said, "Boyfriend... not husband. You're still fair game."

It did wonders for my self-esteem. After the beating it took lately.... it deserved that little break.

I'm not all that bad looking. Whaddyaknow?

Almost makes me sad that I didn't give him my real number. This whole staying faithful shit is my one-way express ticket to Spinsterville.

Oh well.