Wait, what?

Then I went musing.

All I my life I've been fighting boredom like the world's fighting AIDS. It's 
a struggle, it needs perseverance and it badly needs patience. Then  I began 
thinking things to somehow lighten the boredom:

1. Family; I don't have to explain what my family does to me. Even a dysfunctional 
family knows a thing or two how to kill boredom. 

2. Friends; as I grow old, I began to categorize friends. There are the drinking buds, good-conversationalist-even-when-sober buds and the friends who only know you by name or probably what they see on your Facebook page. I have drinking buds, in fact I have plenty of them all over the world (since some of them are immigrants). They're the people I love hanging out with for simple and plain reason - be fucking wasted. With them I forget how it is to be boring, well at least for a day plus the hangover. The second type of friends are the people who breathe and probably think like me. Yes, they're also bored. That's why they're good conversationalist. And argumentative too. I have of a few of them. Unlike the first type, this kind of friend reminds you how boring life is. I and these bastards talk though it, sober or not. We figure it is probably awesome in the afterlife than now. But these bastards help me understand how to handle boredom. They're great companions, there is no such thing as awkward silence. They're like sunsets on the beach while having a beer. They're like twilight in the metro where every building has its light on. They're like a photograph captured by a National Geographic photographer. They're like an impressive wave crashing on a rock formation. They're like a huge feline mauling a buffalo. They're like a box of  a huge pizza. They're like the smell of a good weed . Yes, they're the coolest human beings. They will pull me up by degrading and humiliating my ass off. They will not talk or see me for months. But I always feel how hard they hold me like glue. They take me for granted at times but they never fail to 
remind how much they miss me. They will kick my balls and laugh like fucking retards. Again, they're the coolest. The third type speaks itself. They add dullness to my already boring life. They burn you or make you stale. They're stupid enough to do everything to make you feel you're as dumb as they are. My workplace for example, first, I love cars as much I love eating pizza right? And my coworkers have cars, cheap Toyota cars, yet they still bore me. I couldn't stand having a beer or two with them. Second, I love basketball like I love my girlfriend; and these fuckers think they know everything about the sport. They don't know I read every blog, news, trade rumors, headlines and even player or team stats. I even know some player's fiance for chrissake! So yeah, I should add my boss because his a Chinese and a jerk. I may sound ungrateful but doesn't mean 
I can't say shit about him. The only good thing about this shithole was I can pirate anything from the internet, then the boss turned be as ass. Jerk.

3. Significant other; in my case, my girlfriend falls on the first and second type of friend. So, she's okay.

I'm just musing. I can't wait for the weekend. 
   

Senescent

Is there any other?

Between them..It was an endless fight for love that neither would give up, or rather in fact… couldn't. How could you give up something that you couldn't live a second without?

Here's to Poignancy!

I don’t mean to hold on. Really, I don’t. I think it’s a reflex now. This isn’t some sad call for attention. Honestly if anyone can tell me exactly how to let go, I’ll come running. It’s been a lifetime since we’ve been connected and I just can’t forget the happiness it brought. I just can let go that you were the only one this whole time, no matter how absurd. I just can’t forget all the times you’ve made me smile, no matter how long ago. I don’t know what to do anymore. I honestly don’t know what love is, or maybe I still don’t know the real you.

So sad. Just so fuckin’ sad…But I know I Love You. For 73 months, maybe for more. I know you love me. For 73 months, maybe more. I know you do.

here i stand.

Because sometimes, perfection exists in the electricity that flows between your fingertips when they touch. It exists in the stare that sends warm shivers all the way down to your feet. It exists when your arm can fit comfortably in her waist, as if God had designed it that way.

Even though your ears get the blunt of her lies. Even though she can crush your lungs with a single gaze. Even though you'll stare at your phone all night, waiting for that precious name to appear on your inbox. Even though knowing all her faults doesn't make you immune to them. Even though everything she puts you through, and will continue to put you through, you still hold on to that invisible hand that's always been outstretched. And you'll have to get used to it, because...Like you said, she’s everything you want.