I miss you.
“I miss you”. Such a funny phrase that I don’t quite hear from people that often. I always wondered if people ever miss me. Will anyone ever miss me? I just think it is funny when someone says that to me. I feel butterflies inside my stomach. Such a cute feeling. People actually miss talking to me or seeing me. I am still amazed. Sometimes I have that feeling because I miss someone who has permanently left me. That’s what I just keep thinking about. Will that person ever miss me, but for everyone else that I may not see for a week or so who tells me that make me feel a little special. Hehe.. I feel like a kid who just got some candy.
So anyone miss me?
If not.. how about this.. I miss you!! Whoever you are. I will miss you!
Right now I am suffering from obscure hot weather in my city. It went up to 25 degrees celcius today and yesterday! IN MARCH! Temperatures during these days are maximum 10! Not even. Amazing.. last week it was snowing. This week it is burning. Global warming in effect. So who ever back home thought that Canada will melt soon.. yep.. we are melting.. from the HEAT! Thank God tomorrow the temperature is going to be a maximum of 8 degrees! This extreme weather change is not good health wise! Makes me moody.. :S
I spent my evening chatting with my friend. So this is a true story between two Arabic girls. She told me the story of how her friend was completely jealous of her the other day by saying the stupidest comments ever. So this girl kept telling my friend this: “why you wearing those black Marciano jeans. I thought you had no money to pay for such expensive jeans. Plus why you wearing them during the day. If you wear such jeans it is only for going out to parties or clubs. You are so Arabic. Your style is so Arabic being all dressed up with all that makeup. Stop being like an Arab with that style. Plus those pants are made for black girls with big bootys, is that what you are trying to do? It doesn’t suit you. Also take off all that makeup. My boyfriend is going to come and you look so Arabic with the makeup and clothes. You need to change your style.”
A couple of days ago my friend came over again from TO… and we went out to sushi, and she asked me if “he” tried to contact me at all the past few weeks. I told her no. So bluntly. I told her he blocked me off MSN after 5 years and I really don’t care. However, do I care? I kept thinking about this. Do I care anymore about the past? Not really. I am just really mellow about it. I don’t really care anymore. I think I got to that point of life should move on or I will seriously go insane. I think I did go through many phases the past few months. I went through a denial phase. The phase where I kept rejecting the idea that after all these years that he would leave me for no reason. Well the reason is I wanted to live a nice normal life based on good ethics and morals. He didn’t.
I will start by discussing the events of yesterday. Yesterday I had an eventful day. I will start with work. I am making this encyclopedia site that seems to cause controversy with the design. The companies communication wants to contract out to a graphics company and the one leading the project wants me to do it because I am an easy access and I tend to work quickly. So torn in the middle all I hear is yapping from this person wants this.. this person wants that. Aah who cares. I can make web templates easily. I am not that lazy! I have some graphical talent and I can do whatever is needed. So I spent the whole day listening to people and making template demos. Aah.. so that was the end of that!