• Spam your facebook timeline with your conversations with simsimi. Don’t be a fool please? You are the one who taught the application on how to respond to your question and yet you screen cap it just to look like your convo was epic?
• Thy shall not post a picture of yourself while taking a bite of the latest fad… MAGNUM. Please? First, there was the starbucks jologs, and now, there’s the Magnum jologs… is it the first time you ate an ice cream bar?
• Don’t spam photos of yourself in the beach wearing swimwear and put the caption “i’m fat and ugly bla bla” No need to explain attention whores!

Other reasons why di na ko nakakapag blog, madami akong pinuntahang happenings, especially last last week? Tama ba? Oo last last week nga yata? Here’s some of those:

• Up Fair Wednesday- LoveRage (VJ Joyce, Saab magalona or Madelaine of Paraluman? Tought choice chaps!)
• Live5 Glorietta- (Jess Bowen, Jordan Witzigreuter or John Gomez? Tough choice, specially when sexuality is on the line, NAAH just kidding)
• UP Fair Saturday (Shit just got real, Up Dharma Down, Urbandub, Silent Sanctuary, Moonstar 88, PNE, Kamikazee, Chicosci, Typecast? What more can I ask for?)
• A handful of dates, yah know a single guy like me should hang out with single girls WAHAHAH! *evil laugh… naah not a chance
• HOHOL (hang out hang out lang) with friends

That’s it I guess? Blame those event’s for making me the happy kid I am today!

Wahaha napapost tuloy ako bigla ulet.. after a long break. La lang pa PUTANGINa nga ng isa please?? HAHAHA 

NEW GIRL!

Ask me anything

 I would like to make this one last post for someone. Before, I said that I just like her. Now I’m not afraid to say… Yes, I will admit it, I feel that it’s just not a liking, not a crush, not just an admiration. I love her.

 I love everything about her, her recently dyed red short hair that goes perfect with her face. Her fine body, the way she walks as she keep my heart on her sleeves. The way she says hello to me every time we would meet each other by accident at the corridor. The way she smiles as she tries so make her eyes chinked for me. The way she moves, as she dances her way slowly into my heart.  Even though it seems that she’s not the most beautiful girl I’ve met, everything she does compliments her and makes her more beautiful in my big, gleaming eyes.

For a boy that seldom experiences loving someone, because most of the time I waste my time complaining about the world, bragging about my little accomplishments and savoring every moment of my life, this experience made me a believer. A believer in love, which once I already given up.

Frustrations have been creeping under my skin lately, maybe because I am angered by the totality of myself. recently I started asking my self why am I like this. I’m a coward… I can’t gather my strength and tell to you straightly and with conviction how much I love you. I can only wish everytime I see you striding from the window of our cold classroom.

The tough part of being a friend to you, even if you are this close to me, I can’t even be with you. My position maybe one of the nearest from you, but also the farthest. I can’t confess how my heart shatters every time you tell me something about your love, how you admire him, and how you force yourself about  in believing on something that doesn’t exist.

As one friend told me, I’m not in the right position in embittering myself, fistly because we’re just friend, the’res nothing happening between us, second is I’m not making any move in making this possible. Fvck, I’m a loser.

If only I can loan your heart (this doesn’t sound right HAHA!) well whatever. You already have mine, up on your sleeves without even knowing it. 

The lesson I learned from past experiences is that you don’t need to wait for a right timing for things. There’s no such thing as destiny, and nothing will be served in a silver platter, you must earn it. Maybe I need to move already before someone will return the favor to you. if that happens, there’s no one to blame but me, for my weakness. If I don’t have the courage to tell you everything, will I have the courage to stand up for you? I guess not.

I don’t know how to end this sh*t