Saturday, January 31, 2015

January 31 2015 Saturday

"They also do no iniquity, they walk in his ways"

It's the end of January! I can't believe this. It means we're only 5 months away from graduation, and only weeks away from the contests.

I'm still lazy, but I'm getting better now thanks to memorizing the Psalm 119 exercise.

What doesn't get better is me when I'm in front of her. I attended the morning class today. Saw her after a long while. I wanted badly to talk to her but I didn't know what to say. It wouldn't help me too if I did, so I tried to sleep my self off a bit. Didn't work. She began the conversation, which became more like a monologue. But I always like to listen to her. That voice, that smile, that hair, those eyes when they're excited... I just can't get enough. Ah well.

No EC training today, for some reason. Arnis was a lot of fun though. Met Jess, a high school friend. He was still the same as ever: chubby and a bit... prideful. Got a paltos from the swings, since my grip was too big to hold the thin sticks which squeezed the skin on the right palm near the knuckle.

Asked for help from the princess today too. I was smiling the whole time, but it's not even comparable to earlier.

Haha. Me ranting all this in a public place seems crazy, no? What if someone was reading this? I'm not endorsing it, but it is linked to my Twitter and Facebook. Well I guess there's that part of me wanting to be discovered, not by me flaunting myself, but by someone searching for me. I think everyone likes that, deep inside. That feeling of being found.

Not that they don't know me; I mean, people think I'm nice and all, but no one can ever really read my thoughts. Not even my parents. Not even my brother. So if you're reading this, I guess it's, well, a part of me that I want others to see too. But then, if you're the chismis type you'd probably just skim over my rants and go straight to the lovelife things. So if you're reading this, then please read it whole. Maybe you'd understand me a little bit more.

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