Sunday, 22 November 2009
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Sunday, 8 November 2009
Sometimes
You wait for years for someone to say somthing.
I know I did.
And then I realised after he said it, I didnt need to hear it anymore.
.
In fact I didnt even want to hear it.
The bitter-sweet victory in fact became more of the former then the latter and the day I always thought I would handle with good grace, slipped by in fumbled words and misunderstandings.
Given the choice, I would rather forget then forgive.
Apoligise lose meening when attached to events long since past. The wounds have healed over, badly and painfuly.
.
Perhaps such sentiments were mearly offered to help heal his eagerly and quickly forgotten battle scars.
The words simply poking and aggravating mine.
Is it love that does this?
Residual feelings that make me prefer him to ignore my existance then acknowledge it?
.
Or is it shame, that someone
once hurt me enough
for it to pain me to remember?
Perhaps you wake up one morning and realise its all gone.
The love, the hurt, the memories.
You forget why you cared so much.
You look at the person next to you and think
"all this brought me here"
.
But I wish I could have got here without it.
I know I did.
And then I realised after he said it, I didnt need to hear it anymore.
.
In fact I didnt even want to hear it.
The bitter-sweet victory in fact became more of the former then the latter and the day I always thought I would handle with good grace, slipped by in fumbled words and misunderstandings.
Given the choice, I would rather forget then forgive.
Apoligise lose meening when attached to events long since past. The wounds have healed over, badly and painfuly.
.
Perhaps such sentiments were mearly offered to help heal his eagerly and quickly forgotten battle scars.
The words simply poking and aggravating mine.
Is it love that does this?
Residual feelings that make me prefer him to ignore my existance then acknowledge it?
.
Or is it shame, that someone
once hurt me enough
for it to pain me to remember?
Perhaps you wake up one morning and realise its all gone.
The love, the hurt, the memories.
You forget why you cared so much.
You look at the person next to you and think
"all this brought me here"
.
But I wish I could have got here without it.
Posted by Rosa at 16:42 1 comments
Friday, 6 November 2009
Wonderful things my boyfriend says: part 2
Him: (after telling me a story about an annoying girl who wouldnt leave him alone the night before despite telling her he had a girlfriend)...."So I said to her "If Im going to spend my night looking after a drunk slutty girl, I want that girl to be Rosa"
Me: "That should be in our wedding vows"
Me: "That should be in our wedding vows"
Posted by Rosa at 11:49 0 comments
Sunday, 1 November 2009
Things are not always what the seem...
The over all look was for that of a 30's coochie dancer....
with just one little twist....
.
Oh yeah I had a beard!
Amazing night! I dont think I have ever confused so many men in one ago.
I say confused the effect was actually more like distrubed.
I have never really gone in for the typical "sexy *nun/nurse/walrus*" comstumes,
prefering instead to achive somthing authentic and unusual.
And of couse to have a bloody good time :-)
.
My inspiration! and yes I made my own beard.
with just one little twist....
.
Oh yeah I had a beard!
Amazing night! I dont think I have ever confused so many men in one ago.
I say confused the effect was actually more like distrubed.
I have never really gone in for the typical "sexy *nun/nurse/walrus*" comstumes,
prefering instead to achive somthing authentic and unusual.
And of couse to have a bloody good time :-)
.
My inspiration! and yes I made my own beard.
Posted by Rosa at 19:22 1 comments
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