Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Danabelle in Fictional Shorts

...How sure can one be that I am not just fabricating anything and everything?

It's funny how alot of people have this significant desire to just dig deeper. Especially, if the truth were presented to them - Just. Like. That.

They become very skeptical and start to look into things as if it were a mystery to be solved. Some people just can't seem to accept that sometimes, things are just what it is. ...And what appears to be a diamond in the rough, sometimes, really is just a rock.

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Have you ever wondered about how I find the time to blog? And all the topics that I just conjure up... Something must be up with that, right?

Ok, I guess it's about time that people know that I don't write all my blogs. I actually have a team of writers who come up with all of the things that you are reading here. Those blogs are then sent to me in bulk (weekly or bi-weekly) for editting and approval. Afterwards, they are then published on a daily basis... Some days are purposely skipped due to web statistics research & results as well as to keep it feeling like a real person blog as opposed to a team blog.

Does that make more sense now?

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I always get so many questions, sneers, and even laughs about Thanksgiving.

I suppose it would just be easier to say that the reason why my family celebrates Thanksgiving is because my Grandfather was an important American who was serving in the government, but for discreet reasons, he changed his name and moved to the Philippines, raising his family there, whilst ingraining the American culture, but stressing that all of this should be kept in the family only.

...This would also explain why we are always getting denied for a US visa. Because our grandfather had our names placed in the Book of the Banned.

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Ah... Relationships...

Of course... I should really just admit it to everyone. If it were only me involved, I would be more than happy to. Heaven knows that I would just like to stand on tabletops and shout it out.

But with relationships, there are always two people involved.

Besides, this was my idea in the first place. To keep it all a secret. It's a game that we play to keep everything rather interesting... Pretend to be single, but stay unattached. I could've sworn at the time it made absolute sense, I just can't remember now...

I even had a big ol' speech...

Somewhere in there, I remember saying, "Think about how fun and hilarious this will be... Only one rule though, if you or I ever tell anyone that we're together, it's over."

More than a year into it and I've forgotten what the point was. Maybe I was just too sauced up when I decided that this would be a fantastic idea and that there really is no point. Either way, it's been hella fun.

...But I guess it's over now. I just broke the one rule. You win.

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And while we're on the subject of relationships, I guess it would be easier for people to understand why I've been in love with one man for more than a decade if I explained the real reason.

I suppose that, now that it's all over, I could just simply come out and say that it wasn't that simple... The truth is we eloped at the age of thirteen, had the best summer, but eventually realized that it was wrong, went home, told our parents, and were forbidden to ever see each other ever again.

That explains everything, doesn't it?

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Here's a beautiful question...

Is it really that easy for people to believe that I am the Madame Pompadour of the 21st century?

...I'm just asking.

Tsk.

Parang ang dali dali lang kasi eh.

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I'm sure that this has satisfied doubts, solidified myths, and cleared everything up for everyone.

...But, of course, how sure can one be that I am not just fabricating anything and everything?

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