HAPPY

I’m happy. I’m sure you want to know why. But I won’t tell you the exact reason why I’m happy.

I’ll give you details, though!

1.) My crush smiled at me and made my morning very wonderful!

2.) I passed my Fildlar presentation a while ago

3.) I was able to pay attention to AFROASN even though I think my head is so painful a while ago also

4.) I feel so trustworthy. It’s a good trait for most people, isn’t it?

5.) I was able to watch Matrix Reloaded and fell in love with Keanu again!!!

6.) I am still the high scorer for Geo Challenge!

7.) PERSEF2 is OVER!!!!!

One of these details is the exact reason why I’m completely happy for today. And aside from the very encouraging horoscope I read in Friendster (Which is 80% realistic in my case) I feel so completely satisfied with everything.

Of course, there are downsides of today’s forecast, and I hope as soon as possible, it would be up there in the clouds again, shining, shimmering if not splendid!

Why are people so immature sometimes?

They’re like Gretchen Barretto. Always wanting to be talked about, to be noticed, to be helped or something. I think immaturity is a disgusting act for any person young and old.

Trust, I will repeat, is a very important ingredient in any relationship. And I believe that no matter how long I type the things I wanted to say in this entry, it won’t be enough. There’s not enough room to fit everything here, but then again why should I say something? I’d rather not. But please, I’m not doing anything to hate anybody. I’m just listening. I listen all the time. I don’t jump into any people’s business, but I do listen if they want me to. It’s a gift I give to any friend who treats me as one. I don’t talk that much, I just listen.

If anybody hates me now, please, I’m not doing anything! Promise.

I want you, though, whoever you are, to shine once again. I want you to be sensible, and responsible. You’re not just collecting seashells by the seashore, or rocks or marbles, you are also throwing it back in the water. Not every seashell is bad, so why throw it back there? It’s not how much beautiful a seashell is, it’s the act of collecting them that matters.

If you, whoever you are, understood this idiom, I hope it would definitely help you in fixing the sink…

The Sweetest Surprise

Damn, I just love this song. Yes, it’s a song title. A song sang by Michael Learns to Rock. I’ve been hearing it for quite some time now. I don’t know why, though. I think it’s the tune and not the actual message of the song.

I never knew life could be like this. Never thought that I would be the one that you would kiss.

So you see, in the first line, it kinda indicates that this is for those who are lovers and beloveds. So it doesn’t really add up to ME!

But anyway, I’ve been having this… weird thoughts. I can’t seem to control them. I guess I have to thank a certain friend of mine for all the trouble it is causing me. Nah, I’m just kidding! It’s nothing, really. It’s just that… it’s making my life a little slower than usual. Because usually, I’m in a hurry all the time. I never stop doing anything. Yes, I do cram, but I do it so fast that I finish early. But now… I’ve been slow. I wonder why.

Is it because of the person I’m talking about in my last entry?

Gosh, I sure wish he won’t ever know. I’d be caught dead before he even find out, that’s for sure. I don’t want him to know that I am his admirer!

What the hell is happening to me???

This shouldn’t be so.

I shouldn’t be like this.

I should feel relaxed and calm and patient and happy.

Yes, I am happy. I’ve been very happy lately. But there’s something missing perhaps.

Oh yeah, I’m conceptualizing about this story I have in mind. It’s about my two favorite actors in the classic era. But I’m afraid nobody would like it. So I’m thinking of just writing it on a notebook or somewhere, so I’d be the only one to read it, and everybody won’t call me weird, using dead people as my main characters. But honestly, they all feel so alive to me even if Keanu or Sandra or Meg Ryan or Tom Hanks or Julia Roberts are all still alive. There’s nobody else like Bette Davis or Joan Crawford, or even Judy Garland. I guess I really did live during their time, but then again that would be so impossible.

Anyway, I’ll tell you how it goes. There’s this man who works for a printing press who wrote something that wasn’t supposed to be written. So, in order to avoid suing and all that, his boss sent him on probation. That’s where the girl comes in. She’s the probation officer, sent there in his office to guard him. So of course he’s irritated with the whole idea, but he can’t do anything about it. Anything he says that he knew he’d regret would be written in the girl’s notepad. Eventually, after office hours, the girl still looks out on him, and even takes him home. One day, though, while still on probation, the man suddenly feels different around the girl. He feels funny, he always say. And when he decided to take her home, he realizes something. He sees a bush with a white carnation planted by it and took one flower. He then throws the flower to the girl and the girl catches it. And then, she goes inside waving goodbye as the man walks farther and farther. They were both smiling.

That’s most of it, but I’m planning on adding more. There’s a catch, I think. But I can’t tell!

If you love someone, can you really let go?

I don’t know what possessed me to write a title like that! I mean… It’s not like me at all!

I’ve been having troubles about my feelings lately. But then again, who doesn’t have troubles with their feelings?

I’ve been thinking about this certain someone. He’s from school… and he’s been soooo nice to me. But I shouldn’t really do anything about what I’ve been thinking of because I don’t want the friendship to dissolve or anything. I sure wish this feeling would stop. It’s a little heartbreaking!

I mean it’s nothing really really serious. He’s a dear friend, and I know he trusts me. But I have this fear that if I do something wrong, even if it’s just a little something, the friendship would be over. I don’t want that to happen, of course!

But the fact that somehow he’s done so many things that made me so happy during the term… does that mean something? Hopefully no! Honestly, I want it to be yes. Nobody has ever done so many wonderful things to me in such a short while. I appreciate all of it. Without those things, I don’t think I’ll ever act this way again!

But I don’t love him!

That’s for sure…

I know the title has nothing to do with what my entry is saying… But honestly, if you do really love someone, can you really let go that easily?

Laughtrips and other things…

Mariz and I were riding the bus on our way home when we suddenly talked about our previous professors. Probably because we remembered about Sir GT’s upcoming book launching. It’s awfully nice of him to invite us to his book launching. We must have been a batch to him or something.

Then, we came to the point where I suddenly looked out the window and realized something.

SOMEBODY FROM OUR PREVIOUS PROFESSORS have a striking resemblance to Senator Kiko Pangilinan.

And I asked Mariz, “We have a professor who looks like Senator Kiko Pangilinan. I just can’t… get… to think!”

And then Mariz snapped and got it! She knew who I was referring to and we started laughing.

And it continued until we thought of all of our professors and their look-a-likes. It’s just wonderful!