prexypinoy to the world

Thirty… I walked, talked and balked for as long as I can remember. Few years ago, I was getting depressed because I am reaching thirty and my life is still as blurred as those xray films. You see, even then, I am drawn to this invisible thread that pulls me harder to the centre of the convex where there’s no other way but to fall. Oftentimes, I resist. But most of the time, I psyche myself up. Why am I allowing this? Why am I being so hard on myself? People told me, “girl, you’re 30, you will be a spinster!”, “do what you like!”, “go solo”, “be YOU!” # “GIRL, you’re 30, you will be a spinster!” Tell you what, with this line, I feel very burdened! If it’s not about the guy, and it’s not about me, then it’s about who? I used to be stressed because of this thought. What’s wrong with me? Am I not enough? What am I looking for? When? How? Why? And a few more whys. Of course, I don’t want to be a spinster. Who wants, right? I mean no offense to sp

Dear other self, I have browsed my “ON THIS DAY” page today and there’s this one post to my timeline that struck me like a bullet. Yeah, you could’ve guessed it. Easy. I felt a bit overwhelmed and I kinda feel the longing? The sadness? Just the melancholy that crept my heart. I know, I have no right to feel those, but I am being honest to say about how I feel, is that so wrong? I did not dare check his profile but I did see a glimpse of his profile video. He looked so happy, contented and excited. Obviously far from the angry, dissatisfied and indifferent guy that I once knew. Today for the first time in years, I wanted to add him back as a friend. Perhaps for old time’s sake? But who am I kidding? I am really not the type and I don’t trust myself either as I am into The emo side these days. Alright, I have to concede that seven years ago, I really wanted to meet him. One time I rode the MRT and thought that I saw him. Among the million people in

Ma’am: Class, ITALY… Class: ??? Ma’am: “I Trust And Love You” My high school science teacher once said the line and back then, we can only agree in unison…   corny si Ma’am.   But I admit, my weird sense of humor understands, why, I fell for it. ITALY… other than what it stands for, I fell for it once more. I have seen quite a number of picturesque places but nothing ever compares to Italy. All along, I have been hearing tourists saying how nice it is in Italy, ABSOLUTELY, It did not disappoint. For instance, flying from Amsterdam to Venice, is a completely different feel. While I marvelled at Amsterdam canals in all its glory, and roam around by tram and feet. I was completely blown away by the scenic spots of Venice and all its   vaporettos   and   gondolas. My friends and I have joked that Venice, Florence and Rome (the Italy that we have visited so far) is like a HUGE Universal Studios, just that, it’s on a completely diffe