It’s funny how life works.
Scenario 1:
I got rid of the relationship status because BooMan was being a bit inconsiderate about our long distance relationship routines. I mean, it’s not easy to pull someone back to kiss them or beg them for mercy when one has logged out during a gtalk session, especially at a time when you are fighting with your partner. Then, as a free man and a man with cobwebs around his legs due to the lack of any usage between my thighs, I began a huge searching spree. First, it wouldn’t be called ‘cheating’. Second, I would regain my confidence once again (trust me, good sex does that all the time and sex is good for anyone who hasn’t been penetrated for over a year). Third, it would totally make me get rid of BooMan for good. I was just THAT angry that I just didn’t wanna see BooMan anymore, also because I knew I would get back to him.
Scenario 2:
BooMan had been acting weird last two weeks ago where he would log on and log off AGAIN!!! His reason was him being drunk but after two times of getting logged off or idled in my face by gtalk, I just got to the point where I didn’t wanna have to care about whatever he was doing. I mean, I’m a man and I love alcohol but that didn’t mean I’m gonna slam the door shut to my boyfriend’s face… virtually.
Scenario 3:
Britney did make a point when she sang “Don’t let me be the last to know”. It totally sucks being the last to know. It’s even worse when you’re actually told by your boyfriend’s ex on how to communicate him. BooMan’s ex messaged me on facebook and gave me a way I could communicate with him. (yes, a phone number) My initial reaction was that of a loser. I felt like I, somehow, do come in last ALL THE TIME, especially when it has to do with BooMan’s ex (who’s also his best friend unfortunately and this is just something I have to bite my lips and live with). My reaction later was guilt since BooMan was at his worst and I felt stupid for feeling this way but god, you gotta just HATE that feeling of being the last to know. It’s like “OMG Hein, your boyfriend is contactable” “Really?” “Yeah, he’s been getting phonecalls from his mom, dad, brother, sister, nieces, nephews, dogs, his ex and oh wait and YOU”. So yeah I just feel like a last in line person.
Ironically, all of these three incidents did not end as you would have thought.
Scenario 1:
BooMan’s grand-dad passed away and I HAD to email him and keep in contact, knowing BooMan’s pretty soft at heart and the grand-dad, being one of his favorite family members. No, I wasn’t forced to do this out of guilt but you have no idea how hard it was for me to breathe not knowing if BooMan was eating well or not. So called ex of a boyfriend I was.. couldn’t let go of the past! So, talking to him (with the whole platonic attitude) did NOT work. It later evolved to a whole lovey dovey “I HOPE YOU ARE OK” thing. It was just highly pathetic treating him like my boyfriend still, when I had him NOT as my boyfriend on facebook. So, yeah… I got back to him.. more in love than ever. I had to admit, he did change a bit into a better version of himself.
Scenario 2:
I was JUST about to give BooMan the whole ‘I don’t know you anymore’ treatment and I was just about to give up on him and not care anymore when he flashed the news about him being away for a while, because of his condition, which was not good. In fact, it was something along the line of a sentence with words like ‘fatal’, ‘vital’ and ‘severe’ if I were to make a sentence to describe his status. Being pretty much in love and not caring about being a loser in love, I gave in and I told him something I’ve been saving to tell if only I was there in Sydney. Peer pressure but I rather he knows if, in case, I might not see him again.
Scenario 3:
To be honest and to be fair, I was very very in love with what BooMan’s ex did. This was one of those moments when things come in terms in movie endings, where the whole bridge of ego and pride crumbles. Like Susan Sarandon being in the family pic with Julia Roberts and her family in “Stepmom” or Harry Potter’s sloppy make up scene with Ron Weasley, my relationship with my boyfriend’s ex just went one level up. I almost felt like he could be a really good friend of mine. I mean, come to think of it, he COULD’ve left me uninformed. The ONLY person I was in touch with was BooMan’s stepmom, who has miraculously stopped emailing me for no reason (which I kinda think is because of her busy time). No one from his family knows me. I mean, yes , they DO know BooMan has a boyfriend in Burma but god, none of them are on my friends’ list. Somehow, BooMan’s ex just took the time to message me about his condition and his contact number.
I rushed home from the internet café and hearing BooMan’s drugged voice (by the way, he didn’t use drugs.. just that he was heavily medicated) broke me in pieces. It was just something that resembled someone on a death bed, reciting his inheritance will. Like “make sure my gay son gets my pink wig” and the next thing you know the old man dies. It’s not like BooMan sounded THAT sick but he was just so weak and fragile. I burst into tears when he said the word ‘love’ to me. I love this man. It’s so weird how everything he does makes me laugh, cry, die inside for a while, hope, confident and most importantly blog 31 days in August!!! I tried my hardest not to cry since BooMan crying with me could be quite harmful for his condition. So, just imagine a suffocating high pitched whore on a deathbed and you got me on the phone with my sick boyfriend.
You know… it’s kinda getting a bit unfair. Isn’t it time for me to move back to Sydney already? How much do we both have to suffer? For a change, I’m gonna end my Saturday night blogging with a huge sigh.
Scenario 1:
I got rid of the relationship status because BooMan was being a bit inconsiderate about our long distance relationship routines. I mean, it’s not easy to pull someone back to kiss them or beg them for mercy when one has logged out during a gtalk session, especially at a time when you are fighting with your partner. Then, as a free man and a man with cobwebs around his legs due to the lack of any usage between my thighs, I began a huge searching spree. First, it wouldn’t be called ‘cheating’. Second, I would regain my confidence once again (trust me, good sex does that all the time and sex is good for anyone who hasn’t been penetrated for over a year). Third, it would totally make me get rid of BooMan for good. I was just THAT angry that I just didn’t wanna see BooMan anymore, also because I knew I would get back to him.
Scenario 2:
BooMan had been acting weird last two weeks ago where he would log on and log off AGAIN!!! His reason was him being drunk but after two times of getting logged off or idled in my face by gtalk, I just got to the point where I didn’t wanna have to care about whatever he was doing. I mean, I’m a man and I love alcohol but that didn’t mean I’m gonna slam the door shut to my boyfriend’s face… virtually.
Scenario 3:
Britney did make a point when she sang “Don’t let me be the last to know”. It totally sucks being the last to know. It’s even worse when you’re actually told by your boyfriend’s ex on how to communicate him. BooMan’s ex messaged me on facebook and gave me a way I could communicate with him. (yes, a phone number) My initial reaction was that of a loser. I felt like I, somehow, do come in last ALL THE TIME, especially when it has to do with BooMan’s ex (who’s also his best friend unfortunately and this is just something I have to bite my lips and live with). My reaction later was guilt since BooMan was at his worst and I felt stupid for feeling this way but god, you gotta just HATE that feeling of being the last to know. It’s like “OMG Hein, your boyfriend is contactable” “Really?” “Yeah, he’s been getting phonecalls from his mom, dad, brother, sister, nieces, nephews, dogs, his ex and oh wait and YOU”. So yeah I just feel like a last in line person.
Ironically, all of these three incidents did not end as you would have thought.
Scenario 1:
BooMan’s grand-dad passed away and I HAD to email him and keep in contact, knowing BooMan’s pretty soft at heart and the grand-dad, being one of his favorite family members. No, I wasn’t forced to do this out of guilt but you have no idea how hard it was for me to breathe not knowing if BooMan was eating well or not. So called ex of a boyfriend I was.. couldn’t let go of the past! So, talking to him (with the whole platonic attitude) did NOT work. It later evolved to a whole lovey dovey “I HOPE YOU ARE OK” thing. It was just highly pathetic treating him like my boyfriend still, when I had him NOT as my boyfriend on facebook. So, yeah… I got back to him.. more in love than ever. I had to admit, he did change a bit into a better version of himself.
Scenario 2:
I was JUST about to give BooMan the whole ‘I don’t know you anymore’ treatment and I was just about to give up on him and not care anymore when he flashed the news about him being away for a while, because of his condition, which was not good. In fact, it was something along the line of a sentence with words like ‘fatal’, ‘vital’ and ‘severe’ if I were to make a sentence to describe his status. Being pretty much in love and not caring about being a loser in love, I gave in and I told him something I’ve been saving to tell if only I was there in Sydney. Peer pressure but I rather he knows if, in case, I might not see him again.
Scenario 3:
To be honest and to be fair, I was very very in love with what BooMan’s ex did. This was one of those moments when things come in terms in movie endings, where the whole bridge of ego and pride crumbles. Like Susan Sarandon being in the family pic with Julia Roberts and her family in “Stepmom” or Harry Potter’s sloppy make up scene with Ron Weasley, my relationship with my boyfriend’s ex just went one level up. I almost felt like he could be a really good friend of mine. I mean, come to think of it, he COULD’ve left me uninformed. The ONLY person I was in touch with was BooMan’s stepmom, who has miraculously stopped emailing me for no reason (which I kinda think is because of her busy time). No one from his family knows me. I mean, yes , they DO know BooMan has a boyfriend in Burma but god, none of them are on my friends’ list. Somehow, BooMan’s ex just took the time to message me about his condition and his contact number.
I rushed home from the internet café and hearing BooMan’s drugged voice (by the way, he didn’t use drugs.. just that he was heavily medicated) broke me in pieces. It was just something that resembled someone on a death bed, reciting his inheritance will. Like “make sure my gay son gets my pink wig” and the next thing you know the old man dies. It’s not like BooMan sounded THAT sick but he was just so weak and fragile. I burst into tears when he said the word ‘love’ to me. I love this man. It’s so weird how everything he does makes me laugh, cry, die inside for a while, hope, confident and most importantly blog 31 days in August!!! I tried my hardest not to cry since BooMan crying with me could be quite harmful for his condition. So, just imagine a suffocating high pitched whore on a deathbed and you got me on the phone with my sick boyfriend.
You know… it’s kinda getting a bit unfair. Isn’t it time for me to move back to Sydney already? How much do we both have to suffer? For a change, I’m gonna end my Saturday night blogging with a huge sigh.
Listening to: Rihanna - Photographs (feat. Will.I.Am)
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