Gusto kong iumpog ang ulo ko sa pader. 'Di nga. Gusto kong ihampas ng ihampas ang noo ko sa dingding hanggang sa madurog ito ng parang kamatis na bulok. Ayus.



Angry?

No. Actually, I'm happy, very happy. So happy, in fact, that I think I shouldn't be happy at all. Weird. But then again I really am weird. So I guess this is normal.

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They say when you close your eyes, think about the one you like/love, and you find yourself smiling, that's how you know they like/love you back.

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I am competitive. I am obsessive. I am meticulous. I am passionate.

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"Personally, I thought you were doing a pretty good job... I don't think you should give up just yet..."

Hep-hep-hep. This is not about work. Nuh-uh.



Para kaming kinder. Ang cute tapos ang kulit. Tapos ang gulo pero ang ayos din. Basta. Para ngang kinder.

Kanina ko pa tinititigan yung pictures niya. [Stalker, diba? Pero hindi. Kasi siya ang nagsend sa'kin ng pictures na yun. Feeling niya naman gusto ko ng pictures niya. Then again, gusto ko naman talaga ng pictures niya. Pero feeling parin. Di naman ako humingi eh. Hmp.] Anyway, ayun. Ang day-off ko ginagamit ko sa pagtitig sa pictures niya. Saya. *insert sarcasm here* Sali kayo. :)

Baby pa siya dito eh... Look at that duck. Lol


If there's anything important we have in common, it's the love of music from an early age. :) [Nung nakita ko yung piano niya, namiss ko yung piano ko. :( She has two pianos and one baby grand. Shit. Musta naman ang kainggitan natin diyan?]


God, I don't know why she likes this picture, but I respect her opinion. [Honestly, ang gulo ng buhok niya, ang pangit ng light, and are those chairs I see lined up behind her?! What was she thinking giving me this picture?! Lol

Ayan.

The end.

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Will you fall in love with the perfect person? If he had the right kind of hair or the softest lips or the most amazing body body; if he always said the right things at the right time; if he held doors open for you and gave you his jacket when it's cold; if he read you poetry when you're sick and brought you flowers just because; if he did well in school and still found time to volunteer; if he never missed a single day of Mass; if he sat through your chick flicks and handed you tissues when you started to cry; if he took care of the potted plant you gave him; if he called when he said he would and called even when he said he couldn't; if he walked you home everyday; if he listened to everything you said like they were the most important things he'd ever hear; if he loved you unconditionally, with all of himself and despite himself, would you love him too?

What if an imperfect person came along? The person treats you like crap; never wears the clothes you want him to wear; ignores you when you say you want the last slice of pizza. But always holds your hair back when you throw up, because he knows how it is to be hung over; never hesitates to tell you that you look fat, so that you don't have to go outside of the house looking like... *shivers*; calls you Love because that's who you are to him; gets a tattoo but covers it up for you when you're somewhere dressy; doesn't listen to a thing you say because he doesn't need to. Will you fall in love with him?



A lot of things about you bother me. But what can I say? There are just no words.

Labels: feelings, love, me

kitten posted @ 12:14 PM