THE HIGH

I told you I liked you, and you told me you liked "us", too. *Facepalm*
I said "No, it's not that like. It's the other like. The deeper kind of like." Comprehension dawned on you face.
You smiled a little, and apologized because you didn't know how to react. I said it was fine, goodbye. You told me to enjoy the break.
I had to go back to you ( Read more... )

I hate it and I feel sort of depressed that everytime I talk to you or read anything you write about I feel stupid. I hate feeling that I am not good enough for you because you are way smarter than me. I should be good enough for you, but I am not.

Hoping you'd still accept me, though.

Today I hugged you ( Read more... )

If you are going to talk to me in this way, I cannot tolerate it.

Please know that if you treat me harshly, I get angry, but at the same time I am helpless because yeah I love you that much.

Tornado vs. Volcano

I want to cry. And it's all because of you.

You looked so lonely, waiting alone in that dreary bus station at two in the morning, though I sort of knew you were excited to reach your destination. I remember hoping that in the near future, another photo like that would be displayed on your page, but you wouldn't be alone anymore...I will be there waiting with you; and then you'd introduce me ( Read more... )

 well not really, hahaha.

I just browsed Facebook using my friend's account, because she and Jazz are Facebook friends (soyeahIbasicallyjuststalkedJazzthroughheraccount). Of course, I read his wall posts and comments.

GRABE. Ang cute mo talaga, sir Brian! <3 hihihihi *insert maniacal, hysterical laugh here ( Read more... )

It's 2:33AM, and still the list of things to do and finish is piling up. I want to take a break from my life, and possibly hibernate for the next three weeks.

1. THESIS. I sort of enjoy doing it because I like taxing work, but logistics (looking for props, costumes and looking for people like makeup artists and extras) is killing me and eating up ( Read more... )

Here I am, immersion for school is in a few hours, and yet I haven't packed anything. My Japanese Cinema paper-- which will be passed later as well and which is supposed to be six pages long--is still hanging at one paragraph. I am the worst.

And why is that? Why? Why am I wasting time when I clearly can't afford to?

It's because I miss him, and ten ( Read more... )

~ I've been sleeping like the dead ever since Wednesday (Aug11). Usually a little noise would easily wake me up, but now, NOTHING wakes me up. Not my mobile phone alarm, not my sister as she scurries around preparing for school, and not my sister trying to kick me awake. And the worst part of it is, I NOW TALK IN MY SLEEP. I am worried about what I ( Read more... )

This post was supposed to be titled "LIBERATION!!", but since my efforts in fighting for liberation weren't good enough, I'll content myself with this supposed-to-be-epic-now-anticlimactic title.

(I am talking about my Philo orals but well that has nothing to do with what I'm gonna say so yeah.)

~anna048 and I planned a stakeout. But we think The Jazz (the ( Read more... )