Coffee with Kimmy

The Cure| Lady Gaga I'll undress you, 'cause you're tired Cover you as you desire When you fall asleep inside my arms May not have the fancy things But I'll give you everything You could ever want, it's in my arms So baby tell me yes And I will give you everything So baby tell me yes And I will be all yours tonight So baby tell me yes And I will give you everything I will be right by your side If I can't find the cure, I'll I'll fix you with my love No matter what you know, I'll I'll fix you with my love And if you say you're okay I'm gonna heal you anyway Promise I'll always be there Promise I'll be the cure (be the cure) Rub your feet, your hands, your legs Let me take care of it, babe Close your eyes, I'll sing your favorite song I wrote you this lullaby Hush now baby, don't you cry Anything you want could not be wrong So baby tell me yes And I will give you everything So baby tell me yes And I will be all yours ton...

"Bitch boys don’t do it for me. Pretty boys sure as hell don’t do it for me. Survivors turn me on." - Axle's Brand (Death Chasers Series, Part 3) by C.M. Owens Really, how many times have you been asked the question, "What type of guy do you like?"     In my case, countless times. A lotta people are curious, I guess, including but not limited to  my friends, my classmates, my suitors, the creepy guys who can't seem to grasp the meaning of 'not interested', the titas of manila who constantly monitor my love life, my long time ex boyfriend who, after everything's been said and done, still wants to know who the hell my type of guy is. As to the answer, readers, let me tell you this. In a world full of 'I want a handsome/cute/k-pop star look alike boyfriend' kind of girls, I am, and I will always be an 'I fucking want someone with a lot of scars.' kind of girl. Scars fascinate me. And no, I'm not talking abou...

I don't tell people everything I know. Maybe...just maybe, for the longest time, that is how I was able to survive life... that's how I am still surviving. Maybe...just maybe, that is where I get my power. Maybe...just maybe, that is what sets me apart from others.  Honey, don't get me wrong. I observe. I notice. I know. Most often than not, I understand. I just choose not to let people know how damn observant I am because once they know, I'll lose my edge over them. Once they know how much I know, they'll withhold information and they'll lose their trust. People like the feeling of being smarter than other people. I kinda let them believe that. That way, I'm one step ahead of them. That way, I have them wrapped around my fingers. I notice. I may not act like it but I notice how the guy on the table across from me has been constantly throwing glances at me. He's doing it again now. I act like I don't  notice so he'll keep on doing ...

Good morning!!! Slept last night and woke up today hearing the sound of the falling rain. Ohhhh, my heart. My heart couldn't get any happier than this, I'm telling you.

Quiet night, you see the tv's glowing Quiet night, you hear the walls are awake Being you I'm getting out of a party crowd Can I see what's underneath your bed? Can I stay until the milkman's working? Can I stay until the café awakes? Do you hate me in the light? Did you get a fright? When you looked across from where you lay

Oraaaaayt. Finally back in Manila.  I spent some time in the art capital of the Philippines this past few days and boy, it was the escape I’ve been craving for…and it was even more. I had so much fun. The phrase ‘so much fun’ couldn’t even express how happy I was during my stay there. My sister who lives in America went home here in PH with her daughters and son. It was a yearly thing and everytime she goes home, we indulge in a week-long drinking spree. To start off, every single night was spent drinking in different bars in Angono with my sister and her uuuuuber fun and lovable friends. My ate is a very friendly person and she has this incredible set of friends who are super hilarious, sincere and lovable. You can’t spend time with them and not love them. it’s impossible. Going back, seriously. Our drinking sessions were hardcore and they usually last until 7 am in the morning (Ha! Beat that!!)  We would just laugh and laugh and laugh....

I know you're already tired of me bitching about my sleeping problems but right now, I need an outlet so here you go. I feel so exhausted. The last time I slept was yesterday morning until afternoon and I only slept for like 4 hours. It's already pushing Wednesday night and still, I got zero sleep. Nada. It's not like I haven't been trying to catch some z's. I have!!! It's not like I don't wanna sleep. I waaant!!! It's just that my mind is so fucking wide awake all the time. It scares me. It scares me so much how I can live like this. It scares me how I can go awake for a full day or even days without sleeping.. My mind is just so alive and imposing.  I think I should go back to taking sleeping pills. Gaaaahh I don't know. Right now, I'm not even sure which is harder for me to do: Keep up with my review schedule or keep myself alive. It's been a constant struggle ever since the start of my bar review.  Okay I'll make another ...

It's nearly 3 am and I am feeling oh soooo great.  Two nights ago, I got really drunk cuz' it was my best friend's birthday and if you don't get drunk on your best friend's birthday then you are one hell of a worthless best friend. Get me? Hahahaha! So yeah I got so drunk and then I went home and realized I only got a few hours before I need to go to my review class so guess how I spent my remaining precious time? Sleeping?? NOOOOO. Sleep is for the weak! Hahahahaha! I cleaned my room! (Gaaaah am I getting cray cray?? I hope not ugggh.) Anyway, yeah so the thing is, I went to review class without any sleep . It was pretty awesome cuz' I didn't really feel so sleepy and my focus on the lecture was amazing. My mind did not wander into other inconsequential stuff. Had lunch with my old and newly found review buddies. It was all pretty perfect. The weather was great too. Well as you know, I've got this big fat fascination for the rainy wea...

This week has been one helluva stressful and tiring week. My body clock is totally out of whack. I don't have any sense of time anymore. Sometimes I sleep the whole day and then I study the whole night till morning and then, I sleep and wake up after a couple of hours. If I couldn't get some more sleep , I'd go to the library to study. I'd stay there the whole day and then drink a bottle or two at night with friends and then go home at who knows what time hahaha. Then I'll sleep and wake up again at who knows what time. Uuuuuugggghh. I know. I know. I got to get my shit together. Gotta get my shit together. I can't keep living like a zombie without any direction. But what can I do? I'm in the midst of my bar review and stress is getting into me. I'm catching up on my readings and I'm trying to keep up with my review schedule. I read at least 12 hours a day and if that's not stressful enough, I don't know what is anymore. Haven...

Okay. Straight up, I'm currently obsessing over one of Suit's lead characters, motherfucking Harvey Specter.  Started watching Suits a couple of days ago and dear lord, I couldn't take my eyes off of the man. He's the walking, talking, living version of my dream guy. I luuuuuv the way he moves, the way he speaks (oh god, the way he speaaaks uughhh) and I love the fact that he's the best lawyer in town.  I know what you're gonna say. I'm obsessing over a fictional character in a tv series again and he's practically non-existent in the real world but what can I do? A girl can dream, ayt? :) ------> Okay I have to go noooooow. Later, babes. XoXo, KimmyGirl

What's Up | 4 Non Blondes Twenty-five years and my life is still Trying to get that great big hill of hope For a destination I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhod of man For whatever that means And so I cry sometimes When I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out What's in my head And I, I am feeling a little peculiar And so I wake in the morning And I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream from the top of my lungs What's going on? And I say, hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah I said hey, what's going on? And I say, hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah I said hey, what's going on? oh, oh oh oh, oh oh And I try, oh my god do I try I try all the time, in this institution And I pray, oh my god do I pray I pray every single day For …

“I believe in strong women. I believe in the woman who is able to stand up for herself. I believe that if you have problems, as a woman you deal with them, you don't play victim, you don't make yourself look pitiful, you don't point fingers. You stand and you deal. You face the world with a head held high and you carry the universe in your heart.” - C. JoyBell We all have our own prison. We all have our own pain. Sometimes...we have them because we get caught up in the circumstances but I dare say that most of the time...we create them. Yes, the solid truth which we love so much to ignore or which we refuse to accept is that most often than not, we create our own prison. We create our own pain. Guilty as charged. Lock me up, sheriff. Yes, I created my own prison cell so many times before, there came a point in my life when I couldn't even remember how not to be a prisoner anymore. For so many years, I was a prisoner in an emotinally abusive relationship. I got u...