Nakakamiss pala yung feeling na kinikilig ka.
Yung magtatagpo lang yung mga mata nyo, you just can't help but stop from smiling or else magmumukha kang weird?
Haha.
Yun na-feel ko hours ago.
I didn't expect makikita ko ulit ang aking crush!
EKSENA:
Paakyat ako stairs ng Wing C. Pagangat ko ng mga mata, napatingin agad ako sa kanan. And there he was. Sitting with his friends/classmates (dunno). And he looked in my direction. Nakakahiya pa, di ko agad binawi tingin ko, siya din. O da ba? Haha!
Okay.
Now lang ulit ako nagkacrush, can't help it.
I got this thing with the "eyes".
*sighs*
At take note, everyday ko siya nasisilayan.
Yung tipong surprise encounter, magugulat na lang ako!
Tsk.
Hay.
I'm going to see him again tomorrow.
Love it.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
frustrated writer
I love to write.
I have a stack of unfinished stories saved in my laptop, and in our home PC (which were erased because of someone we thought was good in fixing computers!).
O well, right now, my "writer" personality is working again, even if I'm supposed to be busy with my academics, now that I am graduating. Yet, it's inevitable. My love for writing still surfaces.
That is why I am happy that I bumped into FictionPress.com, a website for people who wanted to submit and publish their written fictional stories online. It's a good thing because I wanted to publish mine which were just saved in my laptop.
I have been publishing stories in Fanfiction.net, but stories were, of course, fanfictional, where the characters are based on anime characters, or other existing characters already famous around the world, as seen in published novels and manga.
So, discovering FictionPress is like a door opening for me, for someone like me, a frustrated writer. And I hope, you can also try it out and wake up that sleeping "writer" character in you.
Passion.
Writing.
Dreaming.
I have a stack of unfinished stories saved in my laptop, and in our home PC (which were erased because of someone we thought was good in fixing computers!).
O well, right now, my "writer" personality is working again, even if I'm supposed to be busy with my academics, now that I am graduating. Yet, it's inevitable. My love for writing still surfaces.
That is why I am happy that I bumped into FictionPress.com, a website for people who wanted to submit and publish their written fictional stories online. It's a good thing because I wanted to publish mine which were just saved in my laptop.
I have been publishing stories in Fanfiction.net, but stories were, of course, fanfictional, where the characters are based on anime characters, or other existing characters already famous around the world, as seen in published novels and manga.
So, discovering FictionPress is like a door opening for me, for someone like me, a frustrated writer. And I hope, you can also try it out and wake up that sleeping "writer" character in you.
Passion.
Writing.
Dreaming.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
presenting...my pair of sandals
Reading Nuffnang's email message regarding about the "shoes story" reminded me of one experience I had with my shoes, rather specifically with my pair of sandals, and it was definitely worth remembering.
It was the usual day in college. I am not the type of student who dressed much, but I decided that day to wear my fashionable sandals. I mostly used the pair of sandals when I go to church, but not when I attend my classes.So, there I went out the dormitory, feeling pretty, wearing my white sandals. Despite noticing that the straps attached to the sole were looking not tightly sewn in anymore, I still went out wearing them.
After classes, it was time for me to go home. That was also the time when I realized that there's a problem with my pair of sandals. I was already in front of the DL Umali Hall when the middle strap of my sandal on my right foot detached itself from the sole. How lucky was I, I mused to myself. Trying to think of a solution, I hanged out near the stairs of the Freedom Park. I sent an emergency text message to my roommates back in the dormitory, hoping someone would bring me a pair of slippers or flipflops. I was on the verge of crying as I looked helplessly at my pair of sandals, slipped loosely on my bare feet.
Minutes passed and I cannot wait any longer, I took action. I tried pinning the strap in between my toes and walked round the park, literally just dragging my right foot against the floor. I was able to walk for few distances, but it was really difficult. Every time the strap slid off from my toes, I have to stop and wound it in between again.
Finally, I was nearing the dormitory and I was already exhausted. Choosing the last resort, I gathered my pair of sandals on my hand and made my way across the street and into the dormitory grounds. Smiling like a weird girl, I strode inside the dormitory and straight to the building unit where I stay.
At the room's doorstep, I burst into laughter much to the surprise of my roommates. I never imagined I could withstand walking barefeet across the dorm's hallway, but I did. Glancing at my pair of sandals, I laughed at the experience I'm sure I will never forget.
And until now, I didn't.
It was the usual day in college. I am not the type of student who dressed much, but I decided that day to wear my fashionable sandals. I mostly used the pair of sandals when I go to church, but not when I attend my classes.So, there I went out the dormitory, feeling pretty, wearing my white sandals. Despite noticing that the straps attached to the sole were looking not tightly sewn in anymore, I still went out wearing them.
After classes, it was time for me to go home. That was also the time when I realized that there's a problem with my pair of sandals. I was already in front of the DL Umali Hall when the middle strap of my sandal on my right foot detached itself from the sole. How lucky was I, I mused to myself. Trying to think of a solution, I hanged out near the stairs of the Freedom Park. I sent an emergency text message to my roommates back in the dormitory, hoping someone would bring me a pair of slippers or flipflops. I was on the verge of crying as I looked helplessly at my pair of sandals, slipped loosely on my bare feet.
Minutes passed and I cannot wait any longer, I took action. I tried pinning the strap in between my toes and walked round the park, literally just dragging my right foot against the floor. I was able to walk for few distances, but it was really difficult. Every time the strap slid off from my toes, I have to stop and wound it in between again.
Finally, I was nearing the dormitory and I was already exhausted. Choosing the last resort, I gathered my pair of sandals on my hand and made my way across the street and into the dormitory grounds. Smiling like a weird girl, I strode inside the dormitory and straight to the building unit where I stay.
At the room's doorstep, I burst into laughter much to the surprise of my roommates. I never imagined I could withstand walking barefeet across the dorm's hallway, but I did. Glancing at my pair of sandals, I laughed at the experience I'm sure I will never forget.
And until now, I didn't.
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