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Name: Sheight Qui êtes-vous ?a fat-ass who constantly struggles to take a breather every now and then. a conventional man of quixotic tastes. a masticated piece of nothingness begging for your last drop of conceit. a procrastinate insisting on raw but substantial work under time constraint. a romantic, and incurable at that. Looking Back:
janvier 2005 Previous Jargon: Click on 'em too | aeth | jaca | arianne | shawitee | eevan | jaypee | rafael | ralph | xam | |This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License. |
Vibrators are the new haw-haws. After lunch-out, I went with my officemates to Tonton's (a pseudonym I would give to this popular mall-based convenience store). They bought some toiletries, while I watched passersby from the store's entrance. Watching passersby got boring after a minute so i just checked the items displayed at the pharmacy bar. It seems that the side of the bar I'm looking at should be labeled the "sex-starved station". Not only were condoms VIBRANTLY displayed over the counter, but on the top rack were also... V-I-B-R-A-T-O-R-S. It's not so much that I find it inappropriate for stores to sell these ameeeey-zing stuff (a lot of convenience stores display their condom selection up front). But shouldn't be vibrators displayed elsewhere, somewhere a tad bit secluded (not right next to the entrance), where toddlers would not easily find them and ask about their use from the caught-off-guard parents?? Ow, and did I tell you about the time when I was at another branch of Tonton's and I found lubricants majestically placed in a bowl by the counter again? When did vibrators and lubricants replace my fond childhood memories of haw-haws (you know, those milk candies?) displayed at the sari-sari store's window?? Which brings me to my Carrie Bradshaw point--*use Sarah Jessica Parker meets Alicia Silverstone narration tone here* Why do vibrators and lubricants seem to tell you THAT YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY?! *keyboard tapping sound* And how does Christmas manage to remind single people just how single they are?? *some sex-and-the-city theme song mildly blending into the background* In the few months that i have been surrounded by real couples who have been at it for almost half a decade, I asked myself wonderingly, how in the world do these couples last years?? and why couldn't i even find myself a decent person to be with when all the world around me is having a merry little christmas with their specific someones?? And so i observed my specimens. These couples that seem to abound in my workplace. There's the pair who seems to be mere playmates because they always look like they're having a fun time together. Then there's this couple who are more like the traditional marrying type: very supportive and protective of each another. and then the very curious couple, the one that don't look like they're stiIl together because they fight a lot, never see each other much, and are almost at odds with their dreams for the future... and yet, they still are together. Still counting the months and years of their togetherness. That's when it hit me. i realized that relationships need not be comprised of qualities i have found so often in my Marriage & Family Book I came to the conclusion that couples who see it through the years are those who are just perfectly content with each other. Overrated maybe, but content nonetheless. Satisfied, from the beginning, with what each other could offer. A contentment that easily weathers even the swift hands of time. Perhaps that's it. That's why I am never able to sustain a long-time, honest-to-goodness, relationship. I tend to wriggle myself out of relationships because i start asking for things, which at first, i was very content in not having. So there goes my first resolution for the up-and-coming year. I would be more accepting of someone who has also been very accepting of me. Granted of course, that that someone is borgy manotoc, or anne curtis. *batting lashes* Meanwhile, I am excited to see and be with my Vkada again, this time next week. Not only are they few of my bestest best friends, but also, they are all, very much, adorably SINGLE. Yey me!! But if, and when, the time comes that all my single friends somehow manage to become coupled permanently and happily, would i still be wondering why i remain adorably... alone?? *ending notes of sex and the city theme song* ^__^
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