Samantha and her crew XD
So, I went out with a couple of girl friends last Wednesday and it was a pretty entertaining evening. I was a bit late (typical Angel fashion really) and I arrived with them already have discussed new things about each other.
Anyway, what amused me was the topic of what 21 and 23-year-olds do. You see, there were only two of us in the group who are 25 and the rest are a few years older. The other 25-year-old is having this flirty thing with a 21-year-old boy and we were discussing the motives.
Friend: Let’s face it, what were you guys doing when you were at that age?
Friend: Angel, you were 21 when we were 23.
I didn’t comment any longer but in my head I was really looking back because they were saying those age was when they party and just simply have fun. But all I can remember was, sure, I was in parties too, but I was working.
We all worked in a PR agency. That was a part of our job. We dined out, we partied, we went to events. We talked to media, we talked to CEOs, and with all those long hours of devoting both your social and professional life in one place, I can’t really remember simply having fun and fooling around with guys.
All the flirting, playing coy, and being charming on my part was all done for the love of the job. Then I must be that boring huh? LOL. Just some random thoughts that presented itself to me this early Sunday morning.
PS: I was in an LDR entanglement then as well so maybe that’s another reason of me focusing solely on work and not meeting and playing around?
So, I was rereading old emails and a great wave of longing for someone hit me. It made me think that I wish some things doesn’t change.
That laughing about silly things and sharing little facts about each other could have been enough, that complications such as emotions don’t come in the way of a friendship.
I miss you, airheaded and all.
have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?
maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.
maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.
maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.
i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.
i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.
i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.
You will always be to me a familiar mystery…
My heart skipped a beat
As your named popped in a blink
Does yours do the same?
I don’t know who I hate more: myself or you.
I can’t even say anything else.
"The answer is no."
"It didn't. Okay?"
"What are you saying? Who are you?"
I’m the girl who prefers one rose instead of a dozen. I’m the girl who would rather stay in on a Friday night than go to a wild party with random strangers. I’m the girl who wouldn’t make you wait on her hand and foot, but would do anything to make you happy. I’m the girl who would enjoy having a movie night rather than going to some fancy restaurant. I’m the girl who would rather stay up all night sharing secrets than going out and getting drunk. I’m the girl who won’t make you hold her bags, but would rather hold your hand instead. I’m the girl who will love you more than anyone can possibly dream of. I’m the girl who would give the world to see you smile. I’m the girl who cries herself to sleep at night thinking of you, when i know I’m the last thing on your mind. Yeah, I’m that girl.
(I don’t know where I got this but I was cleaning my email and saw this one. Describes me to the T.)
I don’t know why whenever I talk to you, I feel inadequate right after.
Fill this in with stuff about youAge:
Where I’m from:
Where I would like to live:
Favorite TV show:
Game of Thrones
Too many to mention just one.
Random fact about me:
I love Boyzone
Favorite day of the year:
I had numerous cats
What I’m listening to right now:
Someday We'll Know - New Radicals
Last movie I’ve watched:
Olympus has fallen
What’s my ringtone:
Live in this City - Dragonettes