Better than an A
About two hours ago, I caught L~san (aka THE UltimatePhotoshopGod-slash-HotJapaneseClassmate-slash-HapiKurashito) checking out my Chucks before my Jap orals. He was staring at it, wondering if I handpainted it or not.
That made me feel giddy even if it was only my shoes that he was checking out. Haha. My Photoshop God whom I worship and adore checked out my Chucks. Shit. I could die now.
He loves designing and handpainting Chucks so I was not surprised when I saw him studying/staring at it for about a minute or so. I could tell that he wanted to ask me where I bought it or if I handpainted it.
So now, he will forever remember me as the girl who owns one of the most kick-ass Chucks in the face of the Ateneo. Still, it would be nice if he would at least remember me as the Japanese classmate who worshiped all his deviant art creations. I would rather be remembered as a fan than be remembered for one of my possessions.
Him, remember you?
Fat chance, Santos~san. Fat chance.
Ah. To be infatuated and not be seen.
Taihen desu ne.
That made me feel giddy even if it was only my shoes that he was checking out. Haha. My Photoshop God whom I worship and adore checked out my Chucks. Shit. I could die now.
He loves designing and handpainting Chucks so I was not surprised when I saw him studying/staring at it for about a minute or so. I could tell that he wanted to ask me where I bought it or if I handpainted it.
So now, he will forever remember me as the girl who owns one of the most kick-ass Chucks in the face of the Ateneo. Still, it would be nice if he would at least remember me as the Japanese classmate who worshiped all his deviant art creations. I would rather be remembered as a fan than be remembered for one of my possessions.
Him, remember you?
Fat chance, Santos~san. Fat chance.
Ah. To be infatuated and not be seen.
Taihen desu ne.