I’m in a relationship right now or taken since most of girls out there prefer that word. I admit that I miss being single. You know, single life. Life without promises that will always meant to be broken, life without boy problems, and life without monthsaries and anniversaries.

Back in my “single” life, I wake up each morning, look at my cellphone and see 10+ messages from my friends, both girls and boys. I enjoy reading their forwarded messages and their simple “Good Morning” satisfies me and is enough to complete my morning. I will send a group message saying that I’m awake blah and then they will reply to my text message. And this is when the story starts… Until midnight. Still single, I don’t have to worry for someone who will get jealous just because I’m still talking and meeting my ex. Someone who wouldn’t get mad at me just because I enjoy when I’m with my friends. And someone who wouldn’t brag to go with me even though I’m already with someone. I can flirt to as many boys as I want without anyone fighting with me. I can stay up really late because I’m chatting with my girl friends. I can be
myself without anyone forcing me to act what he wants me to be. In short, single life is a life without any burdens. And you get to enjoy every minute of it.

So I miss my single life. I admit it. Nah, just miss - not hate. And those things I’ve said above, all of those are true.

I know I’m still young and I can break up with the one I’m with right now and eventually, I’ll be single again. I’m gonna hug you single! I miss you!

And here’s the thing that usually happens when I’m living with single again. I miss my with-a-boyfriend-or-taken life. I’m really really crazy. I miss celebrating monthsary with someone. We will go to the mall, watch movie and eat. I miss holding someone’s hand.I miss kissing someone on the cheeks with no reason, yeah I always do that to my ex-boyfriends and to my boyfriend right now. I miss having this “sweet” talk with my boyfriend and I’m awake ’til 3 in the morning just because we’re talking on the phone. And yeah, I’ll be missing this ‘busy’ life.

I don’t know. I’m weird, right? Infact, this weird-ness of me have gone to the next level: I don’t know what to choose between this life. Oh what the heck. What’s up with me right now choosing which of which. Sorry, I’m just being random. I can’t think of anything to blog.

And to all those people who shared their thoughts at my last entry, and some made me say AWW, thank you so much! I love you all!
Sorry if I fail to visit your blogs. I’m busy right now, eh. But I will if I’m not.

This will be a drama-filled entry. And if you hate reading that kind of stuffs, then just don’t continue. I’ve said this to a close friend but that doesn’t lessen the pain. Oh well. Here’s the story.

Today is Carlo’s birthday (my boyfriend). And since its his special day, I know he wants to celebrate it with me. No, don’t get it wrong. I want him to spend it with me, together with his family. Okay. I should be at his house right now and celebrating and shouldn’t be typing this. But unfortunately, I wasn’t invited. Invited - because, we’re not legal to his dad. His dad already met me and Ra told me that his dad doesn’t approve with our relationship because he’s too old for me. Age gap. I’m 15. Carlo’s 19 20.

I understand it. Yeah really. Now here’s what hurts me:

He knew that I have no other ways to be with him but at least, why don’t he make ways to be with me. I mean common, I’m just his girlfriend and somehow, I want him to be happy in his birthday! I told him:

Since I’m not going, who’s gonna be with you then?

And I almost cried for what he answered:

My friends.

I admit. I’m jealous. I have no other idea of what to say so…

ME: Enjoy.
HIM: Of course.

Of what he answered, I’ve found at that he’s not willing to spend his 20th birthday with me. And because of that, I cried last night. And if only my close friend can read this, I want to thank her so much for being there because she became like my tell-what-you-feel-machine.

I’m fine now. I will just not text him. Its his loss anyway. I hope he’ll realize that his friends can make him happy, but not happy as much as what I can do.

I’ve been tagged by Aisyah. This is the second time I was tagged from the same person. I think I’m going to love Aisyah! Kidding.

Once you’ve been tagged you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random facts, habits, or goals about yourself — at the end choose 5 people to be tagged. Don’t forget to leave them a comment saying “You’re It!” and to go read your blog. You cannot tag the person that tagged you.

1. I’m always late.
If you know me personally, you won’t be surprised. I don’t get along with time. I don’t know why. That’s why my friends are used to it. When we’re going out, they make sure to tell me to be there 1 HOUR before the real designated time.
2. I hate eating vegetables.
Not only hate, but I don’t really eat it. There would be some exceptions, like potatoes, carrots, but majority of all vegetables, NO. I don’t eat it. I tried it once and I choke. I’m not allergic to it, I just hate eating it.

3. I love Mcdonald’s French Fries.
Yeah, honestly. I eat other fast food french fries but Mcdonald’s is definitely my favorite. If you’re a Mcdo crew, I don’t ask for more but just one large french fries. Thanks.
4. I’m really childish. And one person hate it.
The person who hates it, *drumroll*, my so loving boyfriend! He hates it when I whine because of this and that, he hates it when I ask ‘what’ everytime he tells me something. I won’t write the others, this would be a long list for sure.

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