I am what you can call a lover.
For years, just about all of the people I’ve liked liked me back, whether it’s too late or just right.
But this year, I fancy no one from school. And this year, my best friends are love struck. One even has the girl like him back already. My luck in love has rubbed off on them. This year, I could consider myself a “forever alone” guy. But then, I like (maybe love) someone.
She’s not from the school, nor the city, nor the island. She’s from Negros Occidental. Bacolod City, to be precise. I met her in a writing workshop named Panulaton, which apparently has acting. We were group mates, partners, and friends. We acted as a “married couple” for a restaurant scene. It was a good memory.
The sad part is that I’ve forgotten what she looks like. But I’m still waiting, watching, hoping.
MATTER HOW SLOWLY
YOU GO, AS LONG
AS YOU DO NOT
Must choose between two Morgan Freeman movies… NOOOOOOOOOOO :((
I always act as a zombie. And Yohan thought, how bout instead of running away from the zombie, why not just kill the darn thing? (PS: He’s two years old)
Friend A: 7329 mutual friends. Never chats with you.
Friend B: 4 mutual friends. Best friends on Facebook and real life.
When I came back to tumblr, I found out why I didn’t like twitter in the first place…