I love, I hate

Some things I drafted on my cellphone when I was bored. I compiled it so I can delete it for fear that people might see it there. Hahhh!!! I just shared it online cause I know that only a number friends know about this blog and... whatever. Updating purposes. Whatever, here it goes!

• I hate that I can't think of anything that makes sense, but I love that you're clouding up my mind and for me, that makes sense.
• I hate being panicky, but I love the fact that you're the reason why.
• I hate going through profiles just to look at your photos, but I must admit, I like [love] your smile and I think it's adorable. That's why I can't resist, hihi.
• I hate it when girls try to cling to you, but I love that I don't have to do that cause you're the one who talks to me first.
• I hated going to school on Wednesdays and Saturdays, but I started to love it when I realized that I can catch a glimpse of you on those days.
• I hate it when you talk to our common friend only because it makes me feel so awkward and out of place, but knowing the fact that you're just inches away from me, I'm loving every second spent.
• I hate our split-second eye contacts, but I love that even for the shortest time you managed to take a glimpse of me. (Make it longer next time!!!)
• I hate that you saw me almost fall! But I love that you even took a second look just to check if I'm okay.
• I hate that you seem so coño, but I love that it only shows that you speak my favorite languages well. (Lets out the biggest WEH)
• I hate that you're in another section, but I love that I get to miss you every once in a while. (Lets out a bigger WEH)
• I hate that we don't get to talk a lot, but I love that it makes me crave for that next time I'll get to talk to you again.
• I hated everything because of all these broken heart issues, but I love how every piece fell back into place when I started liking you. Honestly, it just hastened the moving on part.
• Last but not the least, I hate being cheesy. But you're the reason why so I don't really mind. And I won't mind falling in love with poetry if that's the case.

Shhhh, let's keep this down low. Honestly, I'm not even on the verge of falling in love and I think I'm not getting there yet, this is one hell of a crush.

You can't make everybody love you, but you can make them fear you

The thing with impressions, it's disturbing once it gets into your head. It doesn't have to be good or bad, it just makes me conscious usually. And it's bothering me.

Whenever we'd talk about impressions regarding each other, my blockmates would say that I look "liberated" in a sense that I can balance party and work. That sort of rang a bell cause back in high school, I belonged to the people who would rather be nice than naughty. Perhaps the tough exterior I displayed when I entered college made them think that I'm the contrary of what I used to be. Nehhh, but most probably that concludes that who you are in high school is nothing compared to college. *Insert emoticon connoting "understand?"* If given the chance to list down everything about me and let you read it, then you'll know that I never had a boyfriend nor have I been intoxicated by alcohol even once. And I'm telling you that cause whenever I'll tell my blockmates about that, they would react something like "Weeeehhh?", "Hindi nga?" or worse, "Hindi ako naniniwala!" with feelings. Yes dear/s, I can be a candidate for presidency... for the celibacy club.

Because of these circumstances, I feel like I'm Easy A's Olive Penderghast. For the benefit of the people who still doesn't know her, she's the main protagonist of the film who had a reputation for being the school's slut when in fact she's still a virgin. I don't have a reputation for being a slut, though. Maybe a bitch... or a mean girl, but that's it. I am mean, I backstab, and I do some fake friendly things but it's because some people are just worth the treatment I give. Ha! True enough. So I'm leaving you the best tip I've learnt in college so far; "You must know how to make alliances, or else you'll be left out being bullied. Or worse, be stoned to death with harsh words hard as rocks."

#justanotherpostaboutcrushingandstuffs

I was never the quiet type. I'm usually the one who tends to spill secrets -- my secrets. And that would often lead to major disasters such as having them exposed to public. Aaaahhhh, the downside of being loquacious.

That was until I got my very first normal, non - gay, college crush. And there I go again, talking about him. Ugh, I just can't stop! Specially now that I think I've upgraded cause I started constructing metaphors - slash - corny things in mind like the latest, "You make everything awkward, but I love the awkward silence that lingers between us." I know, I KNOW! It's so not me. In fact, it's too cheesy for my life cause I'm actually that kind of person who doesn't know how to be sweet. Now, must he be that peculiar to actually change me a bit?

It's too early to say I'm in love and prolly to late to say that I'm just fond of him. More or less, I'm in between... and I guess I'm lovin' it. Gaaaaahhhh, and I even make honest mistakes referring to him. HONEST MISTAKES! Honest mistakes that I unconsciously say. I don't know! It's just perplexing, nothing could ever describe how I feel.

Well, inspiration, let's get it going! Finals in a few and I need to pass. So yes, I have to study and achieve the best. Currently, achieving enough sleep is t he best thing to do so I might as well hit the sack now. Good night!

I feel the same gush of wind that blows through your hair -- it's touching my cheek. My knees weakened and I stood there frozen, having no idea what to do. Despite everything, all I know is that I'm lookin' at you and my eyes are lovin' the view. My crazy heart felt like it's going to jump out of my rib cage! But if ever it's going to jump, I want you to catch it.

I already told myself, it's sensational

And irresistible.

That moment when you can't stop talking about somebody... people say that it makes you fall harder for them. Furthermore, it also means that somebody's been going through your mind the whole day. Ah, I really don't know if it's true, but if it is, then I might think that I may be suffering from a mild case of nakakakilig-talaga-si-crush syndrome. Bow.

It's still nothing serious, I'm just like... I don't know, diverting my feelings for another? Not exactly, but it hastened the phase of getting over and yet I don't know if it's just the spur of the moment or whatever. And speaking of getting over, I can now say that finally, I'M OVER HIM! Nah, I don't want to talk about it much but to cut the long story short, I bumped into him last Wednesday and not a single fuck was given. Yay! The greatest achievement when it comes to love matters so far. *smiles sheepishly*

Back to crush, uhm, I'm trying to be discreet whenever he's around. I can't even manage to look at him! But at times I do, and it's accidental that he's looking at me as well. Gaaaaahhh, to which one time, I randomly (not!) tweeted "You're the inspiration I needed. <3" Lol, whaddup inspiration? We were having our practice for our presentation thingy but then he appeared and I got distracted and I ruined the whole thing! But hey, I performed well on the actual!!! I redeemed myself. Hoho, the inspiration is to blame. *blush*

This whole thing is bothering me again so I blogged about it. Ok whatever, I'm out! xx.

Widen your horizons, little dancer

I know this case has been laid to rest, but I'll talk about it anyway.

Junior year, it bloomed. Annoyance would cripple my nerves whenever I'd hear anything K-Pop -- it's everywhere! I abhored how people went crazy over this and that when actually, they don't even know the half of it. My friends were one of those people. Errr, not really, but moreover they're like that but no. Whatever. We even got into a fight cause they become so hardcore that they can't stop talking about it! To cut the long story short, let's just say that we made a pact that they'll talk about it less and if an instance arrived that the "K-Poppers"are going to "unite", no one should care and blaaaaaaaahhhh. A few months after, everything's fine again. Blah blah blah. I just want to tell everyone that I'll be dancing something Korean... On stage, first time. It was never my genre and actually, it's nerve-wracking! By the way, we'll be dancing 2ne1's "I am the best" for UN Day. Wish me luck, people!

P.S.: Here's what we'll be dancing. And I'm going to be Bom!
P.P.S.: I LOVE KPOP!