universal conspiracy theory
When you have a project deadline at 2:00 am, of course, you start working on it at 2:00 am. That's Ateneo-style procrastination, baby!
I have been severely distracted by my vividly imagining the kiss-against-a-spectacular-sunset-on-a-beach couple picture I would make my primary photo in friendster had the boy (or the man, to be politically correct about it; he is after all, almost sugar daddy material but in a hottie kind of way) been the love of my life. Sabay change ng status to the proverbial "in a relationship".
Sayang. Grrr.
As my friend would say, "visualize, visualize, and it will be yours."
If I was able to teach myself multiple regression analysis then I could probably defeat the clingy bimbo chick with the bad fashion sense.
The war between the nerd and the bimbo chick has officially begun. You can all go and make your respective bets, people.
Grrrr. It's all his fault you know.
How did he know the exact moment to approach me out of nowhere all those years ago? Or to appear in the newspaper's society pages the day after so that I could get a clue who the stranger was from the previous night? How does he know the exact length of time to stare at me and turn away at the exact moment I look in his direction so that I will know that he had been staring? How does he manage to make my father laugh like that? How does he manage to frown back at me when I smile at him and yet not elicit in me the urge to scratch his face? Because shit, I don't even smile at people that often! Heck, how does he even know the exact moment to hand me tissue 1/4 of a second after I spilled soy sauce? Or the exact second to push an elevator button?
If I didn't know any better, I would say that the universe is conspiring against me.
I have been severely distracted by my vividly imagining the kiss-against-a-spectacular-sunset-on-a-beach couple picture I would make my primary photo in friendster had the boy (or the man, to be politically correct about it; he is after all, almost sugar daddy material but in a hottie kind of way) been the love of my life. Sabay change ng status to the proverbial "in a relationship".
Sayang. Grrr.
As my friend would say, "visualize, visualize, and it will be yours."
If I was able to teach myself multiple regression analysis then I could probably defeat the clingy bimbo chick with the bad fashion sense.
The war between the nerd and the bimbo chick has officially begun. You can all go and make your respective bets, people.
Grrrr. It's all his fault you know.
How did he know the exact moment to approach me out of nowhere all those years ago? Or to appear in the newspaper's society pages the day after so that I could get a clue who the stranger was from the previous night? How does he know the exact length of time to stare at me and turn away at the exact moment I look in his direction so that I will know that he had been staring? How does he manage to make my father laugh like that? How does he manage to frown back at me when I smile at him and yet not elicit in me the urge to scratch his face? Because shit, I don't even smile at people that often! Heck, how does he even know the exact moment to hand me tissue 1/4 of a second after I spilled soy sauce? Or the exact second to push an elevator button?
If I didn't know any better, I would say that the universe is conspiring against me.