Sunday, March 11, 2007
in mabel's words, i've just lived out someone's life, once again.
but this time, its good. cause i'm taking something away from all those archives.
his writing is so engaging and sincere, that i'm rather put to shame. since all i've been doing is tryin to use pretty-sounding, big words to hopefully amaze any readers. bah. and i used to think any blogs with zilch photos are going to have me investing a grand total of about five seconds reading, but boy, was i wrong.
plus, after going through an year odd worth of entries, i feel like i know him already, and he has a whole lot of goodness in him. i'm starting to remember all over again the saying 'Honesty is the best policy.' Of course, being the VERY-kaypoh soh i am, there were interesting tidbits about him and her, that i never knew of. The whole letter-part is just darn sweet, and i'll melt into nothingness if i was her, taking in view (is that how you use the phrase?) that he was one of my long list of ex-crushes. (insert self-deprecating, mirthless laughter here.)
Tells you how much (or little actually) us outsiders know about the relationship itself. seriously, gossip-mongers aren't any good at accurate predictions at all.
So frank entries from now on.
To start on a fresh slate.
Lately, my dad has been asking either me or my brother for Internet lessons. But we've been very bad kids, always being rude and even scornful of how little he knew about the computer at all. ("Just press the backspace key. There, that one LAR!") Until I saw how Dad sometimes looked, when my brother just brushed his questions away nonchalantly and skipped off to play Maplestory, or watch Naruto or whatever. (it's starting to infuriate me, i seem to have a BACK of a brother, than the whole one really. all i see, is the back of him at the chair, in front of the computer, except when he's hungry and has to finally talk to my mother and ask for food.) anyway, my Dad just looked rather downcast, or rather, i'll imagine him feeling quite torn up. Cause not only is his ego bruised by being ignored by your own son.. okay, actually just the fact that you're repeatedly being ignored by your own son is enough to make a grown man sad. (writing this im, surprisingly getting quite emotional) So, i've been trying to make up for my brother's indifference, trying to be very responsive even if i get quite irritated. but in the end, i hate how inside, i'm actually irritated with my own dad asking me simple questions. as in, he's my dad. and he's just asking some easy-peasy questions, and borrowing your laptop for a while. (which he BOUGHT for you, you ungrateful daughter) that does not deserve any form of scorn on your part. damn.
i wished my brother would stop being so selfish, and immersed in his own corner with the computer and nothing else. and start paying more attention to dad. (oh my gosh, i'm gonna start crying and i'm sitting right smack in the living room. okay STOP.) cause in the end, he's the one who bought YOU that computer (okay wait, actually it's not even yours.), paid for all that electricity you're wasting, and even the damn education you're totally taking for granted, and failing constantly. and you're his only son. and as much as i want to, i know fully well that the sole fact that i'm a daughter, shuts me out from all the son-dad bonding that could take place. so i hope the computer virus you've managed to infect our computer with, stays in. and you start being in, with this family more.
i'm abusing the word 'and' a lot.
but this time, its good. cause i'm taking something away from all those archives.
his writing is so engaging and sincere, that i'm rather put to shame. since all i've been doing is tryin to use pretty-sounding, big words to hopefully amaze any readers. bah. and i used to think any blogs with zilch photos are going to have me investing a grand total of about five seconds reading, but boy, was i wrong.
plus, after going through an year odd worth of entries, i feel like i know him already, and he has a whole lot of goodness in him. i'm starting to remember all over again the saying 'Honesty is the best policy.' Of course, being the VERY-kaypoh soh i am, there were interesting tidbits about him and her, that i never knew of. The whole letter-part is just darn sweet, and i'll melt into nothingness if i was her, taking in view (is that how you use the phrase?) that he was one of my long list of ex-crushes. (insert self-deprecating, mirthless laughter here.)
Tells you how much (or little actually) us outsiders know about the relationship itself. seriously, gossip-mongers aren't any good at accurate predictions at all.
So frank entries from now on.
To start on a fresh slate.
Lately, my dad has been asking either me or my brother for Internet lessons. But we've been very bad kids, always being rude and even scornful of how little he knew about the computer at all. ("Just press the backspace key. There, that one LAR!") Until I saw how Dad sometimes looked, when my brother just brushed his questions away nonchalantly and skipped off to play Maplestory, or watch Naruto or whatever. (it's starting to infuriate me, i seem to have a BACK of a brother, than the whole one really. all i see, is the back of him at the chair, in front of the computer, except when he's hungry and has to finally talk to my mother and ask for food.) anyway, my Dad just looked rather downcast, or rather, i'll imagine him feeling quite torn up. Cause not only is his ego bruised by being ignored by your own son.. okay, actually just the fact that you're repeatedly being ignored by your own son is enough to make a grown man sad. (writing this im, surprisingly getting quite emotional) So, i've been trying to make up for my brother's indifference, trying to be very responsive even if i get quite irritated. but in the end, i hate how inside, i'm actually irritated with my own dad asking me simple questions. as in, he's my dad. and he's just asking some easy-peasy questions, and borrowing your laptop for a while. (which he BOUGHT for you, you ungrateful daughter) that does not deserve any form of scorn on your part. damn.
i wished my brother would stop being so selfish, and immersed in his own corner with the computer and nothing else. and start paying more attention to dad. (oh my gosh, i'm gonna start crying and i'm sitting right smack in the living room. okay STOP.) cause in the end, he's the one who bought YOU that computer (okay wait, actually it's not even yours.), paid for all that electricity you're wasting, and even the damn education you're totally taking for granted, and failing constantly. and you're his only son. and as much as i want to, i know fully well that the sole fact that i'm a daughter, shuts me out from all the son-dad bonding that could take place. so i hope the computer virus you've managed to infect our computer with, stays in. and you start being in, with this family more.
i'm abusing the word 'and' a lot.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 11:54 PM.
