Yet another political post

Posted in Miscellenaous with tags on November 4, 2008 by talesandtallies

Let me just get to the point by saying I don’t know nothing about politics or American politics for that matter… zero, nada, zilcht!

That said, I am the only person I know who does not have an opinion about the current elections. Call it nonchalance, ignorance or whatever[insert all the hate words here, if you must]. It would be cool to have a black person for president though, he would look good on the postage stamp and leave you tear-jerking after every speech. On the other hand, having an aged president is not so bad, he may probably die before his term runs out and is guaranteed to never have a second term. Both will be firsts and memorable for the white house anyhow.

Whoever wins definitely has his work cut out for him. What if who you think will win doesn’t?Results are delayed?One thing leading to another they need a re-election?The votes for both candidates are equal?The suspense is just killing you, Isn’t it?:)

**Disclaimer: Whatever impressions you might have formed from this post are entirely the intentions of the author.




Halloween Scare

Posted in Boyfriend with tags , on November 1, 2008 by talesandtallies

I decided to decline all invitations to Halloween parties this year.[There were none]

This morning, there were bumps all over me.  Mentioned it to B and he agreed to having a part in it. It was his Halloween gift to me. He better be joking; Voodoo is more like it.

Lesson Learned: Next year, I’d rather be out raiding and parading Morticia Adams’ closet than getting upset by my imaginary boyfriend whose proving to be the subject of my nightmare[Interpreted as I upset him last night, karma came to bite me with those bumps].

How did you spend your halloween?




Posted in Uncategorized on October 31, 2008 by talesandtallies

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1, 2, 3’s a crowd…

Posted in Boyfriend, Facebook, Relationship with tags , , on October 30, 2008 by talesandtallies

Concerned: Didn’t know you cared that much?
Disturbed: Quit the pretence, you also want to know…
Hater: Don’t we all?For one or two reasons… *evil smirk*
Concerned: Do you know what could happen if something went wrong?
Disturbed: OMG!What is going wrong? What is happening? Did I miss something?
Hater: You just love to know too much don’t you… Anyways, much to my satisfaction, I heard doomsday is spelt for them
Disturbed: No wonder he’s not in the country yet. He should have been here since last week
Concerned: Aww… I wonder what could have happened, maybe things just did not work out.
Hater: What do you expect in a Long Distance Relationship with someone like that?
Disturbed: Someone like who?Him or her?
Hater: It really doesn’t matter. It’s not like both of them are even compatible
Concerned: It can’t be him… none of us know him, not I, you or you. By the way, long distance relationships are hard work.
Disturbed: Isn’t that who she’s always calling, texting, making her facebook profile picture? She even had to indicate that she was in a relationship with him on facebook.
Hater: I heard she was the one that sent the relationship request even. Don’t mind him, I think his name is B or something like that. He can’t even accept my facebook friend’s request I sent like 2 days ago.
Disturbed: You know how the trend is for girls to have the password to their boyfriend’s account.
Concerned: Are you saying it because that’s what you do?
Hater: Can you please not even digress in that direction. I won’t be surprised if she personally deleted the friend request I sent. She probably does that for every request from a girl, how insecure can she be?It’s not like he is all that
Disturbed: True talk. Her profile picture of him is from two years ago.
Concerned: Means he could be looking better now
Hater:… or worse?That should be a lovely sight.

Just For the Record:

B is my facebook boyfriend whom I am yet to meet.

I do not have access to his facebook account or any of his personal web spaces.

Doomsday might be waiting for us, who knows?

He really should have been here a long time ago, but that’s a post for another day.

I am obliged to keep in contact with him, and he with me by any means necessary. Every relationship needs communication.

I did send the relationship request but I did not ask myself out.

B tells me about friend requests he receives from people I know that he doesn’t. He asks for my approval but I am really indifferent.



Never [been] kissed

Posted in Boyfriend, Flirting with tags , , , , on October 14, 2008 by talesandtallies

I’ve never kissed a boyfriend of mine.

Don’t get this twisted, that doesn’t mean I’ve never been kissed. All the guys that I have happened to kiss were never my boyfriends and all my boyfriends I just never make it to kissing them.


Every Guy I’ve ever dated started blindly at first with phone conversations and all before we finally met.


I have never been in close proximity relationships, only long distances. I definitely cannot date any guy in my school and that’s that.


I have honestly never been in any relationship for up to 6 months.  It’s not something I’m proud of, but for me it begins to whither right around the end of the 2nd month.


The thrill in kissing guys I have flings with began casually and almost became a fetish. It just kept happening in that pattern. My kissing abilities definitely kept them coming in addition to the hint of chemistry.


I do love kissing but I am a tad bit cautious because its much more than that to me. Kissing a boyfriend is different from just kissing a not-boyfriend, there are emotions involved.


I have had great kisses but I do believe the best happen when you are in love.


I am yet to kiss my current boyfriend for one or more of the many reasons aforementioned. Is this a jinx or what?

T & T


I feel…

Posted in Uncategorized on October 5, 2008 by talesandtallies

I feel that each time I call and I don’t get you, I am reminded of how distant your are from me.

Each time you ask me to call makes me feel like I have all the responsibilities on my shoulder.

I feel that I have waited long enough to see you laugh, cry, smile, joke sleep and all the usual stuff people take for granted, and I am still waiting.

I may have given my heart out to a total stranger, but how do I choose who I fall for.

I feel that no matter what anyone says or does, I am thinking with my heart right now to do what’s best for us. Not because I am stubborn, but because I maybe too much in love.

I feel that you may be too ‘right’ a boyfriend it feels almost wrong to have you.

I feel I maybe making a premature commitment by promising to love you forever, not because I don’t love you now but because you may not love me tomorrow.

I feel cheated out of the life I would have had If you were not here but also sold into the idea of having you forever.

I feel exactly what people feel about their ex’s, having loved and lost, I fear that may happen to me.

I feel if I shall lose you soon, then please come at a later time when I shall have the strength to try not to lose you.

I feel I have committed all of me into us, and if it doesn’t work, I will not be willing to give it a second shot.

I feel loved, undeservingly, and I may never be sure that you yourself deserve me, when there is no ‘us’.

But I Care…
because of all the things I feel, I’m not sure if I should give up on this love.


Z: That fateful night…

Posted in Uncategorized on October 5, 2008 by talesandtallies

Cont. from a previous post
***Fast-forward a few months later and frequent phone calls mostly from him, we were both in the same town.

He invites me for his sister’s wedding which I show up for without hesitation. And If I may so myself, I looked good! He later informed me on how everyone was complimenting my look at the wedding and inquiring about my identity. He was more than thrilled to have been seen with me. He came to my house a few more times in the absence of my very strict father.

On this particular night, I was feeling like a risque specialist and decided to spend time alone with him in his car. My love for taking rides under the night sky with the city lights shining got the best of me. We were able to go to a few spots, enjoy the wonderful views and get a parking space around the corner. The plan was to gist about nothing in particular at all(as an aside, he is not good at holding conversations). As it turned out, more happened that night. He started to flirt with me heavily, saying even less and acting more. He flicked the hair behind my hair and let his hand linger for a bit as he briefly touched me. I wasn’t completely ignorant of the fact that this was gonna happen, knowing well he could melt like butter If I complied with him. Complied I did, after a little contemplation. Not that him breathing against my ear and the nape of my neck helped.

I tried to resist, muttering these words gently; “Please, I can’t do this… not now, just don’t”. He teasingly replied, “do what?”, pretending not to know what effect he was having on me despite my protests.
“Don’t do whatever this is … whatever we’re doing, or about to do”, I stammered. “It’s just really complicated right now, I’m going through a break up”
“So what…?Its not like I’m doing anything”. He kept his gaze on me as I looked away. I really wanted him to stop but I couldn’t help my self because brushing his lips on neck and behind my ear was ‘Oh so tempting!’. He turned my face towards him and headed for the big dive. He kissed me, I pulled back at first and then we kissed some more. After taking a break to catch our breath, we suddenly realized that the front sit would be slightly uncomfortable for the next line of action. He suggested and I nodded. I gleefully jumped to the back seat without thinking to maybe use the door, he followed suit. He leaned in to finish up what he had started, but my older cousin beat him to it.

I picked up the phone with disgust to hear the other caller’s voice say it was too late for me to stay outside, I needed to go back home. We relocated to our previous positions with his eyes on the road and mine focused on my side of the window. I could swear the ride back home was longer(including fact that we used the express highway and there was no traffic).

For the most part, it was uncomfortable as no words were shared. If any were, they might have been irrelevant or I was too bothered about the aftermath of my actions to remember. As he dropped me off at home, we shared a hug and parting pleasantries. I walked to my gate slowly with my head down, almost missing his wave as he drove off.

In that moment, all my thoughts came into coherence. I realized my folly to have led him on. I knew Z was not the kind of guy to give up so easily. He didn’t before, why would he now? Was that wave symbolic of some assurance that I just gave him?some kind of new found confidence that we could have something more? If only he knew that this night meant nothing to me, except confirming that in fact, I had no feelings for him whatsoever.