so it's my first valentine's day without a boyfriend in three years and it was interesting how i couldn't help reminiscing on exbf's silly v-day tradition: dinner at Itallianis. i think i miss sharing the happy pasta with him - well not him exactly, i just miss sharing food with someone. i think it's sweet whenever someone willingly shares food with me and not just me forcing my big fat mouth into someone else's food. i think i have the tendency to do that and it is just not very attractive. can't help it though, i get hungry easily and hungry me is not a happy me. i think that is one reason why exbf left me, he couldn't afford to feed me since i was constantly whining that i'm hungry. whatever, at least i'm not a carabao.

speaking of the carabao. he dragged me all over the place today and now my legs hurt. i understand that he needs the exercise - to lose all that flabby dabby - but i don't. he didn't even want to eat my cookies. bitch. i am martha jailbird and everyone must eat my cookies because i say so. oh wells at least our little walk taught me that Harrison Plaza is walking distance from my school. i thought it's a cab ride away. silly me. shoot me.

a certain person has finally confessed to reading my blog. shit.
silence now.


and sorry to say this, but i still can't get over Glenn. the Glenn's of the world make me happy. so far, the recent Glenn i met just keeps making my day oh-so-happy whenever i think of him.

for god so loved lystra...*burst into giggles*
seriously love him.

i'm not laughing at the verse. in fact, i love that verse cause it comes in a song and anything that comes in a song makes me happy. i'm laughing for a whole other reason. don't mind me, i'm just way too easily amused. i should live with the munchkins. their name suggests a town full of happy-munchy people and i think i'll fit right in.


watched 27 dresses recently (the day when i also paid over 500bucks for ice cream, i'm still annoyed by that) and i remember floating out the cinema feeling all ready to find love. silly. this is what being single does to me - it messes up my head. but the movie made me realize something though: that i'm way too nice for my own good. again i have no shame. seriously though, i would rather ensure that a certain person i care for is happy rather than focus on my own self. i'm not bragging or anything because in all honesty, i think that me being too darn nice and being unable to say no is my biggest weakness.

i just can't seem to say no and all the guys i've been with have used that to their advantage. i gave in to them so much that i failed to notice how much of myself i've lost. all i've been doing is taking care of others and i guess it's time i stick to a guy who is going to take care of me - definitely not someone who does nothing but use me just because i've got a car or money or whatever. it'll just be nice, for once, to be the one driven home instead of always constantly driving others home (i don't do the actual driving, but it's the same thing). shamless fools.

...and damn you simon, paula and randy for not putting my favorite boys into the top24.
stab stab. Josiah Leming and that farmboy Drew Poppelreiter made me happy and now i'm left to oggle at a 16 yearold. boo.