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I give in. I’ll admit it: I miss the Latin passion and heat that you get by having an affair/relationship/whatever it is you have with L guys. That feeling like you just want to jump each others bones, but are refraining because you are in a public place/in the presence of kids/just not in the right place to do that kind of thing. That electricity that courses through you and between you as you exchange long languid glances that say it all, that “I want to undress you and have passionate sex with you right here, right now” look that makes the other person smirk and hide their face, for fear that someone looking may understand what salacious thoughts you have in mind. Read the rest of this entry »
1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before? Failed an exam. Wait, was I supposed to say something positive? Uhm… Actually partied like a proper student I guess. And I also travelled to places I hadn’t been to before. Score!
2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I don’t make any, I let things change along the way. But I have some for this year, resolutions and goals. I’ve made 2 separate lists for those things. Goals are things that you really want to do, within a certain period of time (in my case, graduating and enrolling for my 4th year by March 25th). Resolutions are just general guide lines or things you’d like to do but without any particular frame (working in Spain to learn Spanish, this summer).
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I thought I was over A. The little flip-flops my heart is making in my chest at just seeing he was connected on FB tonight beg to differ.
Fuck.
Takezo Kensei says (11:57 PM):
hmmm ive given up on men for the time being
as far as i can tell they either like me too much or i like them too much
I can but agree with Soph on this one. It’s always either the one or the other. Lately, and it bugs me tremendously to admit it, I think it’s been rather the second option. Fuck.
n says (12:53 AM):
dont give up on us just yet
take some time out
but there are many of us that are the first option
by no choice of our own
I wish I could be so sure… Thanks man :*
It wasn’t the usual 3-week rule.
It was the “3 weeks without seeing you and I can’t keep my junk in my pants” rule.
I was wrong, but I was right. As much as I love being right, I really wish I’d been wrong this time…
A cheated on me, with Feda’s friend Alice. 12 hours before I got there.
I am not a happy kitteh.
…. or you may make the same mistake I’ve made and confuse a straight, honest and good-willing guy for an egotistic, self-centered and dismissive guy. Woops!
So yeah, I got news. And a “I’d host you with pleasure if there were space here, really… But I’ll find you a place to stay”. And so an invite to stick around for “at least a couple of days”. Not at the house itself, sure, but close, and that’s good enough for me. As I told him, I’m not fussy on where I sleep and what I do, as long as we get to see each other.
Huzzah!
So T made me realize that it’s been 3 weeks since things started with A. And that may explain why I haven’t had news in many days.
Being invited to see the family and friends is nothing, compared to the reliability of the 3-week rule. It means nothing next to knowing that after 3 weeks, most men will leave you there with no goodbye, no nothing.
The 3-week rule strikes again!!!
Sento il peso. Quello dell’assenza. E’ li’, sul cuore. Nella mente. Nei ricordi che mi porto in giro ad ogni istante.
Quando sento una canzone – Stairway to Heaven, Upside down… -, quando vedo una foto, sento un odore, ricordo una serata… Mi viene il suo viso. Il modo che ha di ridere, di abbracciare i suoi amici. Di tenermi vicina e di farmi sentire piccola piccola, ma sempre al sicuro. Di darmi voglia di baciarlo, di tenerlo vicino a me perche’ nessuno me lo rubi, lo tiri lontano da me, lasciandomi sola, senza la sua presenza che mi conforta.
Non mi piace pensare cosi’. Non mi piace sentirmi dipendente. E in realta’, non lo sono. So benissimo che se mai dovesse arrivare qualcun’altro, potrei “guarire” di questa mancanza, del peso di questa sua assenza. Come mi e’ successo tra lui e quello prima, quello prima e quello ancora prima di lui… Pero’ mi piace credere che questa storia ha qualcosa di diverso, che potrebbe svilupparsi in una cosa bella.
Non e’ nient’altro che “tenerezza e marmellata di baci”….
There are so many things that I have wanted to write about in the past few weeks, but intense studying and life-living have made it practically impossible to update my own little cyber space.
- How can a person so outwardly keen on being a loyal boyfriend suck so much at it, and in public too? And how can so many people maintain the wrong idea about this person, when there are so many clues as to his real nature? Sometimes, people’swilling blindness amazes and astounds me. It really is quite incredible, the way the human mind works.
- Why is it that when you know you have little time left somewhere, you immediately start living life to its fullest, enjoying very moment, making the most ofevery encounter? And why is it that the encounters which have the most potential for beauty are the ones you make last, at the very last possible minute?
- How can people be so different? How can there be such vile and senseless beings on the one side, and on the other such radiant and admirable people? How is the evil in the world not balanced by the greater goodness? (I don’t actually believe in good vs. evil and the greater goodness, but some people whom I’ve met in the past 2 months have shown me why human beings have a tendency to believe in it.)
- My time in Bordeaux searching for an apartment was rendered really fun by new people whom I am very happy to know, will be a part of my life from now on.
- Why is it that guys you don’t give yourself to seem to want you forever? Even years later? I’v had a repetition of cases like this, and it gets frustrating that they can’t just get over it and be friends. Kiss and make up? No, they want kiss and make out….
That’s what I’d like to do to Belgium, annihilate it into oblivion (as non-English as the sentence may be).
To any Belgians there may be out there: I don’t actually have anything against you or your country, but there is a Belgian girl in particular that I’m not so happy with right now. Actually, I’m down right pissed at her, so I tend to take it out on a worldwide scale. Sorry 
Chi cazzo pensa di essere, quella troietta di merda? E lui? Ma che “non sono il genere di tipo che fa le corna alla sua ragazza”? E come no? Lo hai fatto, e piu’ volte, pure! Stronzo.
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” said Shakespeare. It is rarely as true as when it comes to me. Blood will be shed. People will pay. And I will get my revenge. Satisfaction.
