wordpress // trece

you know, i had hopes for you. i thought you were different. but you're not. not really. you won't give me an answer. you won't give me anything, just like the rest of them. i wasn't looking for anything with you. honest. but this kind of comfort? we're not going to find in a lot of places. trust me, i was looking before and i couldn't find it. the moment i stopped looking, you came into my life. we'll still be friends of course. i hear they last longer.

wordpress // doce

no, mother. i will not come back home at 11 just to please you. i will not only go out once a week because any more than that is going too much. why? because i don't want to lie. why should i come home early or stay home because you asked me to, when the moment your back is turned, i'd be out in a blink of an eye? this is my schedule, my lifestyle. i want you to see how i live. to me, obeying you just because is worse than lying - it would be two-faced. be good around you, and when i move out/you go on a vacation/you're not around anymore, i can be 'free' and do as i please? what the fucking fuck? no. i want to be the same person in any and every situation. whether or not you are around to witness it. so you know that when you're not, exactly what/where/what time i'll be anywhere. too many of my friends lie all the time about where they are. the only lie i still tell in that department is that i'm staying at a girl's house when in fact i'm staying at mas autentico's. i'm sorry i'm sleeping over at a boy's, but he's my brother, his family has taken me in like one of their own, and i feel at home there. sometimes more than i do here. but all this is beside the point - i'm telling you i'm sleeping at a friend's house because i'll be done at work too late and that's the truth. i'm not asking you to reward me or not care anymore, just don't berate me for being honest. i'm sorry you worry. but i'm not sorry i'm out. what do you expect me to do at home, really? melanguk depan tv while being depressed that i'm alone? no. i'm young. i want to live. sure, i'm safe at home. but even though the brave do not live forever, the cautious do not live at all. life's too short, ma. and at the end of the day, this life is mine to live. and for once, for once, i have friends, i have work that i love, i know how to use every moment of my time without regret. i am really living.

Vox // 10 ramdon facts eh

ili tagged me! i shall try be as random as possible (yes the typo in the title is entirely on purpose - hai rabu!)

01 i can be awake, showered, dressed and fed half an hour before i have to go anywhere.
02 i like to drive with other body parts - elbows, knees, i tried my chin once but i have to stretch too much.
03 i want to drive a tractor someday. or one of those steamroller things. or the caterpillar ones.
04 i believe that the answer to my life lies in the streets of buenos aires.
05 i have been wanting to lie on the ground and stare at the sky a lot lately. day and night.
06 i really like picking my nose, when the occasion calls for it.
07 i adore my new best friend and fellow explorer of unchartered territories.
08 i make pretty awesome salt & vinegar potato chips if i do say so myself :D
09 i love every moment i'm with him, but that's a given, really.
10 i do not wear a bra at home. can't stand it.

ok i tag you, you, you and your mother too.