To Err With Love

 a.k.a. Aufweidersehen, Tootsie.

This is my farewell post for my Tootsie. Truth is you can’t escape the past. It always find its way to catch up on anyone running away from it, at the most inconvenient time–talk about perfect timing!

Eventually when you’re trying to get through an awkward phase of “moving on”, it’ll come knocking like let’s say, an SMS coming from an ex asking you to come out of your house around 12 midnight. May sa adik ang invitation, which makes you really think twice of the intention. Don’t ya, chap?

That’s a true story for my girl, Tootsie. You see folks; once in a while I try to take a break from rant fests and try to give some of these two cents on LIFE. However, I can assure you that more often than not, you’ll get nothing out of it. You can’t blame a girl for trying.

Moving on, Tootsie here is in the process of jump starting her so-called life on the D list again. She quit her day job, her love life and yeah, basically those two – the most essential things in a young and underpaid urban girl’s life.  Actually, she’ll be opening another chapter her book. Yes, the urban girlie will be going international and will take the human shredding into a whole  new different level.  Alibaba and the forty thieves patiently waits because too many cold Arabian nights have passed and now, little Tootsie’s arrival will definitely make them say OPEN SESAME! Sorry, I’m a douche. I will severely miss her.

Yes, after her US trip, she’ll be moving to the land of milk and money. Yes, money! You know, shit that fuels this world.

A new life and world awaits this non-nomadic girl who hyperventilates at the mere thought of taking an international flight. Yes, dear there will always be a first. Don’t forget your adult diaper. LOL.

So just when she thought, she’s all set to move on—literally, a ghost of boyfriend’s past came in with a balikbayan box full of regret and schemes of “catching up”, whatever the hell that means, I think it’s just the jet lag talking.

If  all of this is  not just a grand master plan to  mess with her fragile mental state, I don’t know what!??! What I know is, past is fast. You live fast and sometimes you miss the essential things along the way.  No return, no exchange. What’s done is done. You know all those, movie-clichés. I know because I’m a party pooper, pessimistic woman. But that’s how I roll.

Life gives you all these little jigsaw puzzles. It’s all up to you to decide if you’ll let them fit into yours.

So Aufweidersehen, Toots. May your champagne wishes and caviar dreams come true whatever they may be.

P.S.

Size 8 pala shoe size ko, thought you should know.  WAAAHT? Send me a hot, middle-eastern if not. K. I’ll stop here.