There exists in this world a certain type of relationship: that of the hooker and the hookee.
No, we're not talking about prostitutes here. These terms are, according to the latest HIMYM episode, given to those who are liminal in their love affair.
The hooker is essentially the one who keeps the other party, a.k.a the hookee, strung along in a non-existent relationship. For the hooker, the hookee is the person that is not the right person but good to have around. In return, the hookee harbours hope of perhaps one day being together, though it usually never happens.
Through no participation of yours, I've been hooked for a long while. For some reason, I thought I might stand a chance, or not. It seems I'm a voluntary hookee. I can't explain why you attract me so but you just do.
The funny thing is I can't find a time when you even dropped a hook; there wasn't a time when you even remotely projected an image of possibility, but I am hooked nonetheless. How weird is that?
Thursday, March 11, 2010
It has come to this
"Same same but different" was the kind blessings my friend has given me.
Two times I had to go through the same shit. Same things to do, same problems, same near results, same mediator even.
Tomorrow will be my last day, or first. Will be really be "same same but different", or just "same same"?
Even if it's the former, I heard it only gets worse from there. So the wrong move started way back in 2007, or 2008, or even 2006, depending on how you look at it.
But it seems to be a bad move nonetheless. I have only myself to blame. So many chances to get out and with each step I plunged deeper in. Now all is set in stone, at least the damages are.
Although I have achieved a "Zen-ness" of sorts, some problems are still real. This "Zen-ness" only made the decision to just let it be and turn a new direction more tempting.
Whatever the result is, at least I think I won't be in for the long haul, not really.
Two times I had to go through the same shit. Same things to do, same problems, same near results, same mediator even.
Tomorrow will be my last day, or first. Will be really be "same same but different", or just "same same"?
Even if it's the former, I heard it only gets worse from there. So the wrong move started way back in 2007, or 2008, or even 2006, depending on how you look at it.
But it seems to be a bad move nonetheless. I have only myself to blame. So many chances to get out and with each step I plunged deeper in. Now all is set in stone, at least the damages are.
Although I have achieved a "Zen-ness" of sorts, some problems are still real. This "Zen-ness" only made the decision to just let it be and turn a new direction more tempting.
Whatever the result is, at least I think I won't be in for the long haul, not really.
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Sleeping Beau
And so it is, that I should sleep for over a day, after my previous post.
The weekend has come and gone, in a state of unconsciousness. From 5 am I slept, till the early afternoon, when I woke to work. Work took barely two hours, as I fall back asleep.
I missed dinner, and I missed Arsenal's victory, to find myself drifting in and out of consciousness this morning at 8.
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