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★yeah, when boy meets girl... it's chaos!

So... Here we are. An epic story bout ErrandGirl and BananaBoy.
Full of chaos, serenity and everything in between. But most of the things you'll find here are thoughts in perspective that both of us share. Not entirely the same, but the opposite. You'll find us argue, converse, agree to disagree for topics that most of us are too scared to tackle. Yes! We'll tackle everything! From the most mundane of things to your darkest secret. Rumors, myths and even my mystical mole. Hehe

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

< Inevitable Ending > Banana Boy

Today, my friend had to give up something that he really wanted. It is unfortunate that it has to happen but he believe it needs to be done. She needs it more than he does, according to him. He did it because of self preservation. "Hah!", he said. "That's funny. She said the same thing." She wanted nothing of it all due to self preservation and he went along with it. 

What a fool.

He didn't really give up. He just thought that its futile knowing that she is not yet ready. Not ready because she is not ready, but she won't get ready. A wounded girl. Bloody and soak with the river of her tears. Not healed because she doesn't want to get healed. She just won't. 

Damn evil ex-boyfriends. What have they done?

We flashback on a coffee session. A series of grueling conversation started it all. He sent her a message and she replied. Guy didn't like it. So he had to make contact and talk about things and probably put closure to it? We'll never know.

They sat down on a table with four lonely chairs. Surrounded by people who can't care. Too goddamn busy mindin' their own lives. Two of the chairs disappeared.

A single question, "What's your point?", he asks. 
 
"What do you mean what's my point?” the girl.

"I want to understand what your point is. Are you saying sorry because you are not worth it?"

"It's not that. I just don't believe on those things anymore"

"What things?” pretending he doesn't know but deep inside he feels the ending.

"Those things, I don’t believe in them anymore because eventually people leave”

"Where are you getting this point of view? Are you too hurt to start over again?" 

Silence was her retort. 

"I won't accept that. You can't tell me to stop knowing that your reason don't make sense at all."

"What's more to know? I don't believe in them anymore. Been there, done that. I am just too tired of expecting and eventually get shut down when everything is almost perfect" she takes out a cigarette and lights it. Silhouette of smoke beams in front of them.

It was his turn for silence.

"Just stop. I don't need to be saved."

"Then stop being a goddamn damsel in distress! Why do you always have to push people away? You are telling me that you are depressed, but it's your own fault. Why can't you move on?"

"I don't want to move on."

Then that made it all clear. That wrap the whole conversation. It didn't finish there but that was the handshake that made the deal.

According to him, it ended well. He understood the whole situation and felt that pushing forward won't be the best in her situation. He no longer pushed the romance angle, but instead offered the shoulder of friendship. Why? Self-preservation. He wanted to preserve what little sanity he have by making justification of how sorry he felt for himself. He cried and I believe he's still crying. River of tears and regrets.

But ponder this, what would you do in this situation? 

How do you help someone who doesn't want to get help? 
 
How do you move a person who won't move? Heal a person who wants to be in pain?

For him, he did what he thought was best. Attack the situation in another way. 

Be a friend. 

Admire him.



Monday, September 27, 2010

< Attention > Errand Girl

boy: "What did I do wrong?"
girl: "It's not what you said. It's how you said it."

Any girl has said that line so many times- and meant it.

I don't know if it's a woman's intuition, or just a woman trying to get some affection. But we think we can hear certain "tones" used and we can interpret what you feel or what you're thinking from your tone alone. We can even tell the difference of your tone now from when we first started dating.

So now we'd say, "You were not like that when we were still dating..."

But believe me, what that means is you're probably not paying us enough attention. Or not as much as that new girl at your office, or that old friend of yours...

"Do you think she's pretty?" Or worse, "If we were not together, would you court her or me?"

All out of love, baby. All out of love. Love gone too far unmatched, I must say.

So what are you supposed to do when your girl starts acting that way? Kiss her and say, "Just you." And hopefully, if we hear that often enough, we'll believe you. ^_^

Thursday, September 16, 2010

< The Start by Errand Girl

It's a typical boy meets girl story. It started a long, long time ago- when both him and her were still quite innocent and saw the world as a wonderful place to live their lives.

We'll have to go back to their childhood to understand where this is going. Their friends, family and social networks when they go about their daily routines will be discussed in detail, with past and present referernces.
But the ending is not yet written.This may turn out to NOT be a love story. And this is a collection of stories.

You're welcome to chime in your own! ^_^


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SHE THINKS: Why does it have to take several rehearsals before the main event is showcased? Why is the opening night schedule pushed back and back and back and back...?

Third grade- I understood the difference between a boy and girl.TV made it very clear.
Fourth grade- Everyone would tease each other for having a flat nose, a wide forehead or a big mole somewhere. Apparently, those are not likeable qualities?
Fifth grade-  Little girls like me would have crushes on the big boys- I always wondered why not the little boys like us, who were just as interesting.
Sixth grade- I would listen to love songs and daydream about a boy. He never noticed me but my BFFs told me I was so much fairer than the girl he liked.
1st year HS- I had a "secret" "mutual understanding" that only my BFF knew about.
2nd year HS- Every girl had a boyfriend and I was content making fun of them.
3rd year HS- Still making fun of boys and girls holding hands.
4th year HS- Hanging shirts were in, and all the boys liked to look at me.
1st year college- I finally had a boyfriend of my own. I thought I was getting married soon.
3rd year college- My first heartbreak.
4th year college- My second boyfriend. I will be getting married soon.
2 years after- I will be getting married soon. A different guy.
4 years after- I'm tired of men. Maybe I'm meant to be with another girl.
6 years after- I will be getting married, not soon though. Someone else again.
Yet to be continued.

Do you see what I mean?

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