i am sitting alone in my bed. it is 3.49am as i am typing this sentence. the A.C. is making lots of noise due to the fact that i've left it on 16 degrees for the past few hours in this small room. i am somewhat half lying half sitting on my bed. i'm shaking my legs like a boss. my tattoo is a little itchy and i am somewhat, tempted to scratch it. this is my blog. i suppose i can say whatever the hell i want.


i don't know why i'm here. i've been partying and going out so much that i don't even know who i am or what i strive for anymore. actually it's not that bad, i like partying and i like going out. sure, i do it to escape what i don't want to know at home but still, i enjoy it. let me clarify that i don't drink, i don't smoke, i gamble for the fun of a few dollars, i love the feeling of dancing till my legs cramp the next day and that's about it. i still believe that i am still the girl i was brought up to be and no matter how hard i party in the future, that's how i'll continue to be.

that's not the main point here. gah, i guess i'm delaying this because i don't know how to say it. ok, i'll start anyways. so yeap, i've been feeling much like the rebound girl these days. the girl that everybody has to experience before truly moving on to finding their true love. it's a very degrading thing, that i can assure you and that is why, here and now, i will put a stop to it.

for the past few days, there has been this guy in my life. sure, a week before that there was another guy but that fell apart before i could even put anything together so no, we will be talking about this guy in my life right now. i guess it is safe to say that i've known him for a good half of my life. i won't deny that i once had somewhat on a puppy crush on him but it ended there. it ended there because i wasn't pretty back then. not saying that i'm pretty now but still. i had ZIP self-esteem when i was younger when it came to picking up boys. not saying that i'm any braver now because trust me, i AIN'T. i think if i actually told the world who he was, everybody's expression would the hell be this and this alone: =O

but yes, after those years of little puppy love, he is once again back in my life and in a way i never thought he would be. it has only been a couple of days and i don't know why, but i think i just might have actually genuine feelings for him. though, obviously according to the title of this blog, he does not feel the same for me.

i will be his rebound girl. a girl he can mess around with because i am now known for my cleavage and big ass. pfft. i can't believe that i actually wanted to put myself out there and be his rebound girl. thinking about it now, it makes me feel sick. sick to my stomach. that is not what love should be. love is not groping boobs for the fun of it or doing something somewhat naughty or whatever it is (WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. TRUST ME.) but the idea of me, ms. whitney, being okay with that is just wrong.

it stands against everything i was brought up to be. appropriate, pure, trust in true love and loyal to yourself. how could i have been so stupid? to think that it would have actually worked as long as i let him touch me? it is not okay.

i have heard and seen the way he chases after the girls he liked. sure they are through a LCD laptop screen but still, the sincere teases and exchange of words will never lie. and from what i saw and heard, i am indeed the rebound girl. the girl he will use to get over someone he loved in the past just so that he can move on to someone else in the future.

this post is not only to tell myself but to all the girls as well out there that NO, it is not okay to let boys touch you just because you want him to love you back. NO, it is not okay to put yourself in a situation you are not comfortable with just because you want him to love you back. NO, it is not okay to go against everything you stand for and everything you believe in just because you want him to love you back. YOU DESERVE MORE THAN THAT. YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN THAT. if he actually asked those things from you, it can only mean these things: you are the rebound girl, he loves you only for your body, he does not love you at all for he does not appreciate you.

i deserve more than that. i am worth more than that. i have a personality through my curves and layers of fats. i have a charisma that i'd love to share with the rest of the world. i have a sincere heart that beats for everyone, even those who hate me. i have a loving heart that will love anyone - fiercely, intensely, with everything i have in me - who can actually see me for ME.

with this post, i will delete every one of his message. i will not await his message on thursday. i will move on with my journey in search of my mr. right - the man who will one day be in love with me for all that i am.


remember i said i would do anything to cry and let the pain out? well i did it.


it was one of the most dumbest things i've ever done. period.

so there i was laying on my bed. picturing how i would die. it would be of cancer and by the time i found out, it would have already been too late for the doctors to do anything. i whisper into the ear of my lover, telling him to move on and fall in love again just as i have loved him. i was selfish enough to ask of him to remember me always and that his children, i will guard and watch over. then it was me on my deathbed after hours of struggle and heart wrenching pain, refusing treatment and completely clinging onto the tiniest bit of life that remained in the human body.it was time for me to go. at my deathbed, i was surrounded by my family. their faces twisted with pain that i wouldn't ever comprehend. i pictured my last words to them and how each of their faces would fall as i call upon their names. and then at the very last breath i take, i whisper again to my lover. i love you and i love you till my last breath. i fall into unconsciousness after having one final glance at all my family and finally, my lover. as my eyes began to shut, i can see faces turned away while some disappear all together. i fall into a deep slumber where i know i have lived a full life. never again to wake. i feel myself floating off, watching my family and lover bend over a body as if it wasn't my own and drift away with an invisible wind that brought me to a warm bright light where i knew in time, i will be united again with my family and lover.

it's really stupid of me to dream of such a beautiful ending for someone so unworthy of it like me. then again, imagination takes you to places you'll never actually go. after a good, well, half an hour cry, and falling asleep without knowing i actually did, i woke up with my eyes more swollen that it already was from my bacteria-infected-contact-lens-caused-swollen-eye. but i really needed to get it out of my system before i could move on and thank goodness, i did.

thank you for hanging on with me, guys. i love all of you - whoever that's actually out there. i will be stronger come what may. hopefully, tomorrow will be a brighter day.

there are no words for the emotions i'm feeling now.


angry, sad, devastated, rage, heartbroken, dead, are all understatements.

i feel like my heart has been stabbed. literally. it hurts so bad that i can't even cry out. no tears are falling though i want them to so badly. any form. any form at all to be rid of this pain, i'd take it. i've made a run through of my suicide list and the only thing that's stopping me is the fact that i'm a fucking coward.

there will be no bright days ahead. i see nothing but dark clouds.

please, just show me a way to be rid of this pain. i want out. i'm done.

i'll try to make this post fast because in a few minutes, i need to get my butt to badminton.


i can tell you that i'm honestly not too big of a fan of taylor swift. maybe it's because i can't seem to judge her without judging with what i hear about her. her changing boyfriends like she changes clothes, writing about them as if she's ALWAYS the victim, and so on and so forth, you get the flow.

but then again, i really love her. sure, i'm a little too old for her. sometimes, the tunes she sing are really for the teenagers like bop bop bop, bop to the top! but the again sometimes, her songs are so real, so raw, so relate-able.


so this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you
saying i'm sorry for that night
and i'd go back to december all the time
turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
wishing i'd realize what i had when you were mine
and i'd go back to december turn around and make it alright
and i go back to december all the time


if you ask me again when you actually see this, i'll deny it but i wish i had bloody "man-ed up" and kissed you when i had the chance. there are a lot of things, due to my coward-ness, i end up not doing. but with you, the pain of regret probably hits me the hardest. i wish i had held your hands when i had the chance. i remember holding you by the arm but god, why couldn't i just have held your hands instead. i wish i had looked into your eyes longer when i had the chance. i wish i could have made you smile or laugh a little more. i wish i could go back to december now and do all those things to you. i wish, i wish, i wish.

but then, just as i daydream about these impossibilities, i remember that you're a jerk and that your heart is made of stone. i've said it before and i'll say it once again that i think someone, some time ago has hurt you real bad. tore your heart apart and shredded it like a piece of paper. that is why you hide inside your shell. that is why you don't see me the way i see you. i keep telling myself that you might change, for me at least. but then again and again, you break my heart and it aches me so bad that i really want to just watch sad movies and read sad books all day and cry. i'm sad to see that i can't be the girl to change you. i'm sad to see you go.

we would have been great together. and though i've already given you shit, a part of me is still holding on to the impossible. i believe in time and God. they both will help me heal from you. you and your heart of stone. you and your power to break me with your words.

my tummy is cramping very bad right now. jeez, NOT PMS. i guess when i woke up this morning, i stretched a little too far and thus, worst tummy cramp i've had in a long long time. anyways, hello everyone! it feels like forever since i've been here. if you're wondering what i did for new year, i went clubbing for the 2nd time in my life. it was fun but bizarrely tiring. i've had a couple more stints at partying after that but i'm just not one for too much hard liquor and dancing till you sweat as if you're under the hot sun. i may not be too old yet but i'd very much like to say: "i'm too old for this."

i'm currently in school and having nothing to do like how it usually is, i'm here blogging about my life. my bestgalpal isn't here today for some reason and that makes me lonely. i hope i can make it through the tummy cramps and write about what i intended to write about in the first place.

i was encountered with this a couple of days ago too. i don't know why i didn't feel about blogging that one. maybe it was because i know the possibility level of it was just nil. that one was just a little too private and a little too impossible. at least this time, i could see it. i could taste it and actually wished that it would happen. i guess that's the difference between puppy love and what i consider somewhat very close to the real deal.

Cast:
Me
Family from my father's side
Guy A - the one i eventually marry
Guy B - handsome looking bloke and a friend.
Guy C - a friend of mine and Guy B who i don't exactly have a thing for but we've been friends for so long so how can there not be a sense of comfortableness?

by now you can probably guess that it's a dream. if you couldn't then maybe you just don't know me well enough. i won't reveal too much as sort of an introduction so i'll just get straight to it.

i begin the dream not really knowing how i got there, just like all the dreams i've had before. we were all apparently at a resort, my family and i. Guy A seemed to be there too but for some reason, i was avoiding him and i could sense that i was scared. eventually i realize that he was a selfish man. he was selfish and possessive. he wanted me all for himself. i wasn't going to have any of that. i wasn't going to take his crap. i avoided him as much as i could, so far i could remember but a part of me knew that i truly loved him and even now in reality, i still somewhat do. Guy A is a tall and handsome man. others may not think he's handsome but to me, he could do. i've only met the guy once in my life so there's really not much else i remember. eventually it all began to rub off. he was gentle and protective - my magic man, if you would. my family was nothing but all smiles at the resort and somehow, we eventually got married. then there was a change of scenery and i was back home parking my car. i remember leaning my head on the steering wheel and just thinking to myself: breathe, whitney. there's nothing to be afraid of, you can do this. i then realize i was afraid of Guy A. had he turned into the scary man i once knew him to be? what was worse, i was married to this scary man and there was no way of getting out of it. then, there was a change of scenery again. i was in office attire, very very nice office attire if i might add, and i was walking down a hallway with doors on my left. i continued on walking in my high heels. click click click click click. something made me turn my head to look into the room of an opened door and there i saw Guy A look ridiculously handsome in a suit. i smiled and walked on. then right after that, i was having a meeting. someone came up to me and said: "look, he will always have your back." and showed me a project or some sort where he did have my back whenever i needed it. i felt myself being washed away by his love. it was an amazing thing - so surreal even in dream-mode. and then, came in Guy B. i just so happened to be sending an email and somehow, i clicked the wrong address too quickly and i sent it to him. this incident must have been a while after my wedding because Guy B and Guy C were just talking about the last time they saw me at the resort and how Guy B doesn't intend to ever see me again as i have chosen Guy A. he opens up my email and he sees me. there was a pain on his face that even as i see him in person now, i don't understand. and that was when i woke up.

of course i left a lot of details out. at the same time, i've made obvious a lot of feelings that i had in every scene of that dream. i wished this dream was real because i do want to be married to Guy A. it sounds silly, especially because i'm 19 and an idiot but i'm ready to take the plunge and say i do. i want to have lots of babies and grow old watching our grandchildren running around in our living room. we would have fights and we would despise each other but we would apologize. i would apologize for being childish and make up. we would understand each other to a point where the moment we get home from work, we would remain in each others embrace and we wouldn't even have to say anything to know what either one has in mind. i would be there for him all the way. he would be there for me all the way.

i woke up crying because i wanted this so badly. i wanted it so badly that it ached so bad. i cried because i know it will never happen for he does not see me the way i see him. i cried because i wished that dream was my true story and that reality is just a lousy dream i can't wait to wake up from.


and now i'm dancing with a broken heart. there ain't no doctor who can't make it start. these are the words that i'm never gonna say again.

hey-howh! i ain't dead. someone once told me that the more you want to die, the less likely you will. that's a theory i strongly believe in. look where i am today.

i can't begin to tell you how horrible last week was. all the drama may be behind us now but it only means that it's time for scars to surface and haunt us forever.

i'm glad i missed annie's party and went to miri. i subconsciously needed grandma's embrace so much that i completely broke down the second i was in her arms. it's a simple thing, me and my gramps. i know i can always count on her to be there for me and give me advice whenever i need them. truth be told, she gives the best advises(even though she sometimes go overboard with her story telling).

i don't know if it's really the case but in my bones, i feel like it was grandma who made me conservative person i am today. i will always have a little bit of her in me - traditional, emotional, marginally suicidal and full of compassion. i feel like i'm a more wonderful and good person because she's a part of me. and i will always always love her because of these traits she has bestowed upon me.

i don't understand how some people can prey on somebody else's compassion. it's degrading but alas, there are people as such in this world. in my family, even.

from now on, i have to always remember grandma's words. it's fate. it's life. it's meant to be. what is set in stone cannot be erased. it's god's will. i'm just glad that i didn't turn out like the rest of them. and i know i'll never because of grandma.

i just need to be more open minded. i need to learn to let go. i need to start living for me and justin and if other people, including the people i love, don't turn out the way i thought they would, i need to be ok with it.

i need to be a better person, constantly challenge myself - conquer and overcome. for me. for my family who actually give a fuck about me. and for grandma.

just let cancer spread through me and kill me already.


i keep trying to be optimistic and i keep trying to act as if nothing is wrong but i just can't anymore. everything is wrong. nothing is right.

i see no end to this hellhole and i'd very much like to be perished before i actually get there and get my just only mended heart torn into a million pieces again.

i feel like i'm going insane half the time. i think i belong in an asylum where nothing can touch me.

i can't handle this emotionally anymore. it's killing me every second but yet, not fast enough. it's as if god is playing a cruel joke on me. a joke that has no ending of me writhing in pain.

please, end my life now. coward as i am, i can't seem to do it alone. please someone, anyone, end my life now.

damon, my love. baby, you're my disease.

Hic et Nunc

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