Yo, people! (laughs) It's so great to be free from my emo love mushy mode today. Typically ain't me, but whenever I think about him, the thought comes along with my dear laptop flying through the window.


Babe, do you ever realize what you're doing to me?


Probably not. I swear, instead of throwing this out of the window, I'd make your face the next target. Literally.


Hey, guys. Since no one here really knows me that much (pinky promise, no stalking, 'kay? Because that's just creepy), then I shall reveal some of the sickening secrets I have kept in this damn brain for so long. And also since this is my blog, I can probably rant about whatever. Plus, it's like talking to myself. No one really visits here, anyway. Haha.


Getting back to our main subject. Yeah, my minor secrets about he-who-shall-not-be-named. In other words, Mr. Chimp. Or would you rather call him jackass?


He doesn't have the right to get mad at me for calling him names, though.


So. Yeah. He was a dear friend, three years ago (surprising, ne?). I know we were quite young for having special feelings. No worries, because I have only thought of him as an important friend. Nothing more, though I have thought of crushing on him. All I knew that that crush never happened.

Thus, he moved. Guess what happened? Tadah! By pure, luckless coincidence, I met him again. After 2 years without any verbal or technological or even physical contact, I saw him again. At first, he called my name. Then urged me to come over to his group.


Seeing him. Hearing him. Communicating with him.


That was the time I realized that I like him. It's like, ok? Not love. (sticks out tongue)


Things started happening then. Flirting; footsies, tons of eye contact, tons of laughing. Even holding hands. Entwined. I mean, are you effing serious? You. Are holding. A girl's hand.


And she's is not your damn girlfriend.


Plus, getting way too cozy with her. Drinking from my straw and even adding even though I was practically gaping at your face, "Your lips taste good."


You, jerk, need to be squeezed into a straw.


Touching me on the ass next motherfreaking time will earn you a bruise on your poor soccer balls, got that? And not only my bum, but my thighs too. You're to young to be a damned groper, damn it! Did all of your brain cells disappear?


And, stop mocking me for being short and reserved, 'KAAY? The reason why I couldn't respond to your taunting is because you put my homework in your shirt! I mean, are you that stupid? Also, it isn't my fault that my eyes are only up to your shoulders!


DFJHSDFJHDF LEMME STRANGLE YOUUU. NOW.


(Pauses, then coughs.)


I'm sorry, it kinda got out of hand. But it feels better typing it all down, to be honest. I guess I really am a so-called 'born to be a writer'. 


Ahaha. I'll be writing my next entry then. C ya.

K bye. :*