Monday, April 11, 2011

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Hello X. :)

So X had been communicating with me since Feb. 4. Twas before our (Perfection, Apollo, X & i) competition.
One of the main reasons why he PMed me was because of the dare. Yea, cuz Perfection will be hugging him.
But the dare didn't actually happened. Details seemed futile to state here.
We said alota stuff. And he gave me his number...yea. He didn't asked for mine, he just assumed i'll text him if he gave his. But i did. So yea. :\
And you know what, X won first place in the said competition! Something which i highly didn't expect.
And for the past few days, we've been texting like shizzz. Like all day long.
And hey, i aint trynna complain.
I actually enjoyed exchanging pick-up lines and reminiscing with him.
But somehow it felt wrong...like i'm sort of betraying Apollo.
Yea. It's nothing like that. I know it is.
So i asked a friend. Asked what i should do. She simply said i should stop.
So i did.
And he'd been texting for 2 days...stating that i didn't text him all day.
I've been making up excuses.
And i somehow feel guilty...but i know that this seems right.
I'm stopping.
Right this instant.
Well, maybe tomorrow...yea. Prolly. :)

I want someone who'll willingly hold my hand without thinking twice...

Maybe yea, it seems shallow...
Maybe it seems foolish or something...
but it's true.
Maybe it's too much to ask...
but still, i hope there'll be this one person who'd be willing enough to hold my hand without shaking it off with disgust.

My hands are, technically, wet. Not always. But wet.
Maybe i get too nervous knowing that i'll get to hold someone's hand...so this might explain the sweating.
And dancing...yea. My hands always get wet whenever i dance with someone.
So yea.

It's just sad, y'know. Seeing...sensing that Cookie doesn't want to hold my hand just hurts badly.
Standing right next to him with his wifey hurts like fucking hell. I just can't stand it.

I curse my hands to the utmost pit of hell.
I just hope that this coming Sunday, while i teach Apollo our promdate dance (kung tuloy), my hands won't get wet. Or that he'll just hold my hand like he means it.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

I've been telling them, telling myself that he truly likes Perfection.
I know he does. We all know he does.
But why am i still getting hurt whenever the fact is evident ?
Why am i still getting hurt even though i know that it would be her?
The fact is perfectly laid out on a silver platter.
It's visible.
I know it is.
Maybe the reason why i'm like this is because i am still secretly hoping...
secretly hoping that it'd be me...
that it'd still be me...
that it's always been me...
that it will always be me...
Apollo will kiss me because he was dared to do so.
Twas his and Perfection's dare.
He'll kiss me because it was a dare.
Not because he wanted to...
or because he just feel like it...
or because he likes me...
or because he loves me...
or because he wanted to show some affection.

How painful is that?

Friday, January 14, 2011

Dreamt that Apollo texted me...he said, "Heeeeeeeey"
Then i woke up. Realized it was a dream and that that wouldn't come true.
So i scanned my phone and read who texted.
Apollo's name was there...but he didn't say "Heeeeeeey", he said that he passed the Ateneo, the most prestigious school in our counrty.
I was overwhelmed. I was proud. I was...am happy for him.

And i realized...
maybe...
he's a little too great for me.
And that i don't deserve someone as amazing as Apollo.

He and Perfection...they're perfect for each other.

And i bet Perfection passed the exam too.

I wish i'd lose some more weight. That way, i can become thin.
I wish my nose would get a little more bridge-er. That way, i can become decent.
I wish i'd get whiter. That way, i can become pretty.

That would probably get his attention...

Monday, January 10, 2011

Hey, Apollo...

Remember our nicknames? The ones we used to call each other? Yea, that. What happened? You stopped calling me Dee...why? Have things changed? Am i changing? Are we changing?

Are you bored? Are you sick of me? Is that why you've been so distant? Yea...? No...?

Tell me. I need to know. :(