Summer break

Sophomore year's ending soon, summer break is coming. I really wanna do something productive by summer. Maybe work on that summer bod? Get a summer job? Live healthy? No. Oh, yes. Partly.

I definitely have a 3-month summer break. There's no such excitement more than the fact that I can sleep for longer hours and stay nocturnal. No out of towns, no beaches. Same old shit. However, I sometimes enjoy watching tv and lying on bed for whole day and walking up and down from the stairs inside the house and using the AC. 

My life on summer is plain and boring. There's nothing interesting really. I just hope 2014 will be different. I really want to visit my Lolo Pacoy's province and my favorite one, too. It's in Visayas, surrounded by beaches and resorts and good people. I miss the old legends of our place in Buruanga. I miss my cousins. I miss the beaches and the cold spring of Hurom-Hurom. I've been longing for a lot. 

Anyway, March 28th will prolly be the start of the vacation. Hoping that I can meet 1975 personally and watch them live. 2014 has been a great year so far. Stoked for Mayday Parade! I'm seeig them this weekend, March 8th. 

P.S. Still in love with JCO'CV 

x

Wednesday, February 5th

If other people see February as love month, either I. Heaps, I love February. Though, it ain't about dating and receiving a lot of cheap roses sold outside the gates of school and Dangwa. Yet, I don't really expect someone giving me. I won't appreciate it anyway. Well, unless...depends. Haha, psh. 

Anyway, speaking of Feb, all I have in mind is The Walking Dead. It's coming back this week. I think it will be available on FOX by Feb. 10. Whoo, I'm excited. My fetish for zombies and bloody red gore is coming back. I'm not normal. 

Today was pretty amazing. I saw and hugged my gym trainer at school. I really missed him and missed going to the gym, too. It was a legit feeling of comfort, really motivated me for the rest of the day  and during training. It's been weeks since I received a legit hug. 

11:15 p.m. This feels so weird, my mum was calling me a while ago and kept messaging me. I wonder if she's thinking I'm asleep or not okay. I know she's worried, but I hope she knows I got cut. My postpaid plan got cut. I can't text nor have internet data for three days. I miss the internet so much and my mum as well. 

Yet, I think all my post-concert depression won't go away. It's been three weeks and three days since 8123. I still can't live a normal life. If my cousin's playlist last monday was Parokya ni Edgar and today is Maroon 5 (Sunday Morning playing...), mine is still the same line up during the concert. Still in the trance of that amazing night. I can even hear John speaking to me and that hug I received from it. It was glorious! Omg, nostalgia. 

I'm still waiting for a call, mum. 

Bruised

January 12, 2014. The date when I almost committed myself to John Cornelius. But, I was out of my mind to waste my seconds to a typical "how are you?" convo and not of marriage. Lol, that would make me a creeper even more. Here's the story goes...

Somebody told me

I never took the risk to be in a romantic relationship. I never allowed someone to go beyond friendship. I never went on a "date." Maybe I'm just scared to try to really fall into a commitment.

You wouldn't say that you're okay alone, because everyone had at least one instance that they wanted to be in romance. We all fall in love. We all have our own types and ideals - because we are humans. 

I've fell in love a couple of times. Idk if it's love, but I felt pain inside me. I have a lot of crushes and sometimes I believe in the three-month rule and sometimes not. I had a crush on someone for a short time, but it was a heartbreak. There is someone that I met months ago, and I still like him.