Have I become…THAT GIRL!?!

That girl. You know, that girl who disappears once she gets a boyfriend? The one who pretty much falls off the face of the planet and you wonder if she is alive? The one who is in permanent MIA status (or who hasn’t updated their Facebook status in x number of days)?!? This is a seriously valid question.

A girlfriend texted me earlier today and told me that I have become one of “those girls”. Seriously!? It’s probably not a big deal and I am sure she was 99% joking (although there’s probably some truth in the said statement), but this is not the person I want to be. Who remembers my earlier blog entries, with posts that were centralized on this very topic and the fact that I completely loathe them!??! Not because I was jealous, but because what I was witnessing was a sad, sad thing, especially when it happened to close friends of mine — which is why I am semi-freaking out on this. I am not one of those girls, dammit. If I were to be, then I would seriously consider myself as a hypocrite.

I see where she is coming from but I don’t think my friends have taken a hit; if anything, it’d have to be this blog. And it’s not because I am so busy in a relationship — it’s because I am suffering from a lack of inspiration to actually write OR the current occurrences in my life are to remain private, not for public consumption. It’s a little bit of both. But despite having a boyfriend who is increasingly taking away more time days out of my week, I firmly believe that I am still upholding my duty as a friend to, well, my friends and privileged acquaintances. I am still maintaining a healthy diet, work out, business, and social life and I have got to say that I have almost perfected my work-life balance. Although my time during the week is limited (for god’s sake, I work at 6am Monday to Friday and weekends are pretty much booked until July), I still make the time to spend it with my friends, despite how crazy/hectic it is trying to coordinate a date that actually works… Chicks (and gay men) before dicks, right?

So, to answer my own question, I do not think I have become one of “them”. Thoughts?

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Not buying it anymore.

My emotions are like an on and off switch. Yesterday was an off day. Today is an off day. Future days will be off days because words provide no backing and don’t mean anything to me. It’s cliche, but actions speak louder than words. Mean what you say? Then prove it.

PS. It’s difficult blogging from an iPhone. It’s like writing a very long text message. Not recommended.


The Real Housewives of Vancouver.

RHOV. Premiere. Is. Tomorrow.

I love The Real Housewives franchise and I am completely stoked for the Vancouver edition of it. And despite my eagerness and overexcitement for the show, I am unable to watch it. Why? Because I don’t have cable. And my boyfriend doesn’t want to watch it with me. And I have work at 6:00am the next day. FML. I’m actually pissed! Yes, I’m aware that I could download the next day and watch it on my laptop but that’s just like eating something from Tableau out of a take out container. Just no. It shouldn’t be done. And instead of being a great boyfriend and sacrificing two hours of his time to watch RHOV with me, he’s taking me to watch The Hunger Games, dinner, and catch up on Spartacus. Snore. I don’t even want to watch stupid Hunger Games anymore. And I don’t care about dinner because I would be more than glad to make him a homecooked meal (and demonstrate my future housewife skills) instead. My food is better than any restaurant he would take me to in Richmond anyways. Spartacus is a good thing though. But anyways, I’m freakin’ pissed. Oh, and even though I work at an ungodly hour the next morning, I would more than gladly give up sleep to watch this show. I’ve been waiting like a YEAR for this to come out, for fuck’s sake. I haven’t had cable for a month or so nor do I come home to any company (I live at home, FYI) so a little TV would be a real treat, to be honest. RHOV is a guilty pleasure of mine. And that 2-hour time slot where my brain will turn to mush will be greatly appreciated in the long run. All in all, I am pissed. I am not one to hide my anger and homeboy couldn’t even take the hint (well, he did but he just wouldn’t budge). Dealbreaker? Perhaps. Time to pull out the ‘no sex’ card.