Archive for May, 2005

four angels and a bitch

Sunday, May 22nd, 2005

 

Write things that you want to say but cannot to five people. Don’t mention their names, just what you want to say:

1.

I appreciate the fact that you listen to what I say, no matter how boring, how corny or how uninterested you are, you still listen. I like the way you tell me stories that make me laugh. I especially like spending time with you because we always seem to laugh every time.

2.

I might not have always been there for you, but no matter how cliché it is, I will always be here. I mean it, even if we don’t talk that much anymore, and even if it doesn’t even feel like we know each other anymore, know that I will and was always here, waiting for you to tell what the hell was wrong. I want you to know that I appreciate you taking crap from me all these years, and I can’t say how sorry I am for what I did.

3.

I appreciate you being honest; it takes a lot of guts to do that. And I appreciate what you were trying to do. Thanks for listening too, even if I blabber too much. Even if my words exuded me, me, me, blah, blah, blah, you still listened, and I appreciate it. And honestly, I haven’t been listening to you that much as well, I’ll try to be more patient next time.

4.

I know I have been treating you badly for the past few years; maybe it was your reputation or anything that preceded you. And I’m sorry for that. I especially thank you for pulling through for me when nobody else did, I never told you, but I was very thankful that you did that favor to me. It made that night at least a bit happier than it was supposed to be.

5.

You’re a bitch, your a pretentious bitch and a hypocrite, I won’t take crap from you like others do because I know you, your goody two shoes exterior doesn’t fool me because I know the dirty person that resides in your soul. You make me want to puke. (I think there’s too much hatred in th is, don’t you think?)

why are (most) men schmucks???

Saturday, May 21st, 2005

     I know its a kind of a sadistic subject but what the hell right? Anyway I can’t get over the fact that most of the guys I meet are, well schmucks. I don’t know if i’ve ever used the word men are schmucks more often in my life than the past few weeks. I don’t know maybe its the heat or the hormones, but grrrrr If I had a dollar for every guy i met who ticked me off I’d be pretty rich.

     I’m not going into details, of course you can tell by my wordings that I’m pretty pissed off. My question is why the hell has chivalry died? I mean I enter a mall, and this guy would even race me to the door, or I get on a bus and this guy would race me to the last single seat, or (this guy that I know) we agree to meet somewhere right? But he doesn’t show up, doesn’t even say why or doesn’t even text that he won’t be there! It’s one friggin PESO!

     Why the hell are (most) men so disrespectful or as I would like to say, why are men schmucks? I mean I know I’ve been rallying for equal male and female rights. So maybe you’d say that "You wanted an equal society, then here you go stand up in a  bus and let the guy sit." And yes I am a feminist, I want men to treat women equally, I want the society to be neutral and not patriarchal, but can you really tell me that, that has happened totally? I mean isn’t this society stil patriarchal? SO I tell you, I wont give up my very few female priviledges and rights until this society IS equal.

    Anyway, shouldn’t it be right to like, let a pregnant woman sit on the your seat? I’m not saying iIm pregnant, ok I can let that seat thing go, it is, trivial, but how can people (men) stand to sit (hehe) so comfortably while an obvously pregnant woman stands in the middle? It happened to me once, there was this pregnant woman who just got on a bus, I th ought the guy in front of her would offer her his seat, but nooooo, I ha to offer her my seat. But the nerve of that guy.

    I mean should guys only treat women knidly and courteously when they are courting her? Is taht the only time they get to be kind? I don’t know anymore.