Sandali na lang, maaari bang pagbigyan?

Aalis na lang, maaari bang hawakan ang iyong mga kamay?

Sana ay maabot ng langit ang iyong mga ngiti,

sana ay masilip...

Huwag kang mag-alala, di ko ipipilit sayo

at kahit na lilipad, ang isip ko'y torete sayo.

I am so stupid, and transparent, and stupid... I hate it. What is it that he does and how does he do it?

If he still has no idea what I'm writing about right now (even though I know there is a one in a million chance in the world that he could get to see this blog), I'd be damned. How dense can a double (read: DOUBLE) oblation scholar be, right?

It has been two embarassing succession of days and it all started yesterday.

Having music min practices are very unhelpful for my crush life.

First halata: people have been teasing us on having the same shade of orange shirt and I can't stop smiling/grinning/smirking/frowning all at the same time. I blame this solely on him. Why does he have to wear the same shade of orange shirt?

Second halata: I can't even get near him anymore without constant teasing from friends. Man, even admiring from afar isn't as peaceful as it used to be.

Third halata: I can't even say a proper goodbye or hello for that matter.

Fourth halata: I talked to almost everyone in the room except him. I mean, how stupid could I get, right? It was just sooo awkward. Refer to the aforementioned halata moments.

And how do I know that he already knows? Well, there's the fact that we keep on AVOIDING each other (this includes getting near each other, eye contact, and conversations). This thing is getting to me and affecting me. I'm not normally like this and I don't normally care, I promise. Just today we were together (with a few number of people, of course) for almost the whole day from 9am- 6pm and we never really had a conversation. The closest to a conversation we had was when I asked, "*toot*, alam mo yung Live Aid?" and he answered, "Hindi". So, I got back to talking with Art. That guy, argh. How can he not know about Live Aid when he studies in UP? How can we not be capable of starting a conversation (and this dates back to the time we had an outing in Pasig, I think)?

I wish I had this major esteem boost and I'd be like, "Sorry it has been so awkward between us. If we could, I'd like to start all over again. Hi, I'm Marion. Can you teach me how to play the rubix cube?".

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MARION CAUSING

One year nalang College na.
Excited na sa college life at sa pagtatahak ng landas ng tunay na mundo.
Isa sa mga nagnanais pumasa sa ATENEO. Proud Atenista.

A hopeless romantic, sucker for romantic comedies, college lovelifes, and ironically, also "boy films" (A term coined for gorey, thriller films). Lives a life filled with ironies (i.e. I call myself lazy yet determined).
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1Sam16 : 7 "Man looks at the outward appearance but the Lord looks at the heart"

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