whenever i ask my brother if my clothes for the day are fine he just doesn't give me an answer. he said he's not a gay to know. should he be a gay to know what clothes look fine? i never asked anything related to that after that.
a while ago i watched the Angels and Demons that was inspired from Dan Brown's controversial work of fiction. while watching the movie, also starred by Ewan Mcgregor i was waiting for him to sing, like in his character in Moulin Rouge. i was wondering if it would become a musical like how Slumdog did a dance by the end. nobody was expecting that or that did not match. tell me, how wild is a movie maker's imagination? or mine, because i wished i was right that McGregor would suddenly sing. if i'd make a review out of it. i'd say the movie was uhmm- nice. people say this when there's nothing much to say. or that i really have poor knowledge on history on, analyzation- right analysis. or anything for that matter. well, i believe that movie goers watch movies. does that mean they'll know everything Prof. Langdon was talking about. hell. maybe historians think that im just another dumb ass- who the?
yesterday, i remembered that i actually have a boyfriend who did not, in any way, communicate with me. and i remembered! the things i told myself that i should require from my guy that was before. when i always have requirements when, requirements did not ruin me. and when requirements did not label me as someone dominating and demanding. requirements that left me alone and saddddd. how pathetic. please know that im still happy with what i am. i don't need a man. toinks could i blame others again?
sometimes i wonder, could it be that i am a positive person, if not for bla, bla, and blah? no. aunt mary said that still with you. so let me tell you my requirements but before that somebody told me yesterday that i must not allow my heart to get too close. then i reminded him her that being human it is either. real or not. however, i am only human too that i cannot love again and again, like it will always be the same. so i sent them a message: i am not a rock that must be touched to move. nor am i like the grass that bends only when the wind blows. liken me to a waterfall that pours everything it has, i can give you everything, even if you can't. but after that what must be left of me?
