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Cupcake on Sundays
Mar. 19.. I put my Oreos in the freezer because I like them cold. I like to dance. I like to bake (but I like the eating part more). And I like to read. Theme by Kisty |
Dear future boyfriend, Sometimes I wonder about you. Sometimes I wonder where you are and what you’re doing right now. Sometimes I wonder if you’re with someone right now. Are you happy with her? Do you think she’s the one? Or are you having doubts? Sometimes I wonder if you write about me like I write about you. Sometimes I wonder what it’ll be like when we finally meet. Sometimes I wonder if we’ve already met. I wonder how great it’ll feel to have you hold me, to hold your hand, to kiss you. Sometimes I wonder what it’ll be like when I tell you that I love you. Sometimes I wonder what we’ll do on our first year anniversary. Sometimes I wonder if you wonder about me too. Today, I realized that I’m a pushover. I disgust myself. Pushover noun
Synonyms: jellyfish, weakling Jellyfish noun A person lacking backbone or firmness. Weakling noun One that is weak in body, character, or mind. There’s this girl that I know. We always, well most of the time, do the things she wants, and I’ve only truly realized this now. And I am kind of annoyed. Annoyed by the fact that I have no guts to stand up for myself. Some of her choices (more like decisions) were really bad, and of course, I got caught up in her mess. And now that she’s made the decision again, I’m worried. I can make my own decision now, but that would be too last minute. And, as usual, that would stir up unnecessary drama. I guess that’s what I’ve been avoiding all this time; drama. She can be a handful. Lord, please, hopefully this time things are going to work out well.
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05.21.
12 12:00am
I hate the fact that I don’t have anywhere much to go to every summer in the Philippines, aside from my bedroom, bathroom and the occasional trips to school. I hate the fact that my college friends have their high school friends to hang out with every summer, when my high school friends are in Brunei. I hate the fact that my high school friends are in Brunei. I hate the fact that I can’t even go back to Brunei. I hate the fact that my parents won’t let me visit my friends Brunei. I hate the fact that the internet is not enough to let me see my friends in Brunei. I hate the fact that I keep missing my best friends’ birthdays. I hate the fact that I can’t hug them anytime I want. I hate the fact I feel miserable every time I feel like this. I hate the fact that I have to use the word “hate”. I just feel so emotional today. This sucks.
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05.10.
12 10:40pm
I wonder how people lived without electricity before Thomas Edison. I wonder what they did to survive hot summer days with no fans or air-conditioners. I wonder how they spent their afternoons with no television. I wonder if they had night-vision to walk around in the dark at night. Ever since we had a blackout last Thursday, our wi-fi hasn’t been working well. Fortunately, I am only able to connect via my iTouch. So this afternoon, some technicians from PLDT came over to take a look at our DSL. It turns out that our router had died, so they replaced it with a new 2-in-1 router and modem. And our network name and password have been changed and I don’t exactly like the new name and password (the old network name was “imsocute” and the password was my old Brunei number, which I, proud to say, still remember). New network name is boring. (First world problems)
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04.29.
12 09:46pm
My brother and I pretty much had nothing to do during the 5-hour black out just now. But we did have a very interesting conversation about who would win between DC heroes and Marvel heroes, if they were to fight each other.
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04.27.
12 12:45am
I am looking through my alma mater’s photo albums in Facebook, and seeing all the juniors that took our places when my batch left high school makes me feel… somewhat proud. The last time I saw them, they were so little, they were like our little brothers and sisters who needed our guidance and protection. And now, they’re all grown up. Some of them are pretty hot now. (I feel icky mentioning this.) They’re so good-looking now, like OMG-I-WANT-TO-RUB-MY-FACE-ON-YOUR-ABS/BICEPS hot! I just can’t believe that they’re the same little kids that we left three years ago. My, my, time does go by pretty fast. St. George’s School has changed a lot over the years (judging by the pictures); they update their website now too. They host a lot of events, competitions, and annual science and english weeks now! It’s so nice to see old and new faces, my previous teachers and the not-so-little kids all grown up. I’m feeling very sentimental tonight. Oh, Life, why must you move on?
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04.24.
12 11:55pm
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