I'm not being a sour puss, I just like to tell it how it is.

I still get questioned "why?" every single time when I bumped into an old friend of ours. At times I get so annoyed because they believe we should be together forever, happily ever after. No shit jose. ~_~

I found this from nsl's blog, circa 2007.

i dated a momma's boy once.
although i loved his mom.
as she may have loved me back.
i didn't particularly enjoy it much.

there are things that men just need to learn.
like picking up after themselves.
doing their own laundry or the dishes.
cooking when they feel hungry-
instead of waiting for momma to cook for them. (or the help)
or constantly worrying your girlfriend is sitting too close to you that you might jeopardize your moms opinion if you're still a twenty seven year old virgin.

but its not just the chores.
momma's boys aren't assertive.
they rely too much on being pampered and told what to do-
they become indecisive in the real world.
quite frankly, they just need to grow up.
and learn to cross the street by themselves.

but there's something far worse.

a momma's boy.
that still lives at home!

bienvenidos a espanya.
dating a boy in a mans body is what women complain about here.
can you blame the thirty plus year old men that still live at home.
if its tradition?
most don't have their first job until graduating college (circa twenty-five)
parents nickel and dime their children well into their late twenties.
while the importance of family is commendable.
bad habits are harder to break for old dogs.

nsl

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I never particularly liked being taken as a gold digger especially by a certain "team" after I made the decision to end the nine years relationship. Look, if I am all that I would be wearing a big fat pink diamond right now, shopping my eyeballs out or jet-setting it like I own the damn airline company. I left because there are things that we do not see eye to eye on anymore. And then there's the she cheated/he cheated. We are not perfect even after the years and trust me I know I'm not alone on wanting something better for both of us. It's just unfortunate things are better when we are no longer together and honestly, I am happy to hear that he is happier now. I hear he's all grown up and responsible. Great but honestly it is none of my business because he is no longer part of my life but someone else. Let that person worry about him and take care of him. I don't care if he made millions or is having a baby or elected as President (provided if he holds a grudge against me and wishes to assassinate me lol). I REALLY DO NOT CARE.

It's been two years and a half(?) and there are still YOU talking about this. Let it go already. My happiness is none of your fucking business. I know people enjoy drama. It's always good to point the finger at someone but yourself. I keep reminding myself to let the people talk, let them laugh and go on telling their side of the stories on how they see it because Karma bites back baby. I was told to be patience and let Karma do its job and it damn well did.

I don't enjoy sounding like a sour puss but I do have a problem when people refuse to let the past go and haunt me with it. It's clocking in to three years since we're over, let.it.go.please. It will do you good.

I am normally a hyperactive, talkative, too happy and crazy half the time that friends still ask me if I'm sober just because I can be illegally happy at times you wonder what kind of drug I am on. I can't even smoke weed because it puts me to sleep in twenty mins. My point is, I hate being unhappy. Having my life story told by others the way they see it makes me unhappy. The first year was fine because it's therapeutic at the same time but into the third year? I'm sure there are other breakups to talk about but mine. C'mon. The only people who should be talking about it is me and him. Not you, what you think you saw or believe happened. Let's put it this way, to those who used to talk, look where it put right now. Sucks to be you.


I'm in a nice place in mylife right now. It's not avant garde or comfortable but I know I have what I want. I stopped wondering what went wrong. Instead I ask myself why didn't I see the signs earlier. I am human afterall.

Reminds me of the day when I sat people down and ask them wtf is wrong with them. All of them denied of any wrong doings. Fine, I told myself and let Karma do its work. Less than a year later, most of them went through far worse position than I did. :)

Peace.