Like a name in a fairytale.

So today I went to my guidance counselor for the mandatory guidance session, and I told her about how my stomach always acted up on the days I knew I’d see you. I knew it wasn’t her field of expertise, but I felt like she may have had something interesting to say about it.

She told me that it could be that the expectation of seeing you upped my anxiety levels, giving me stomach aches.

And then I realized: you gave me [almost literal] butterflies in my stomach.

Way to go, you.

I want to dance but since I left the company, there’s been no audience cultured enough to dance for.

So, no.

“Your beautiful brown eyes, your charming smile…”

His words, not mine.

Actually, it’s more like “the eyes of a killer, the smile of a killer.”

Ah, the things a game of Killer does to one’s mind.

Bakit halos puro lalaki ang mga nag-like ng status ko. :))

Realizing that your block isn’t as close as other blocks..

I’m sorry I screwed up last semester. Please stop being disappointed in me.

:(

Ugh, why do you expect me to not wear tshirts when that’s the only piece of clothing I can afford, since the last time you’ve taken me legit shopping was several years ago.

I found a dead bird on the ground a while ago, after Sociology class.

Its eyes were open, unseeing, but I held on to the hope that it was still alive. I gently touched its wing to try to move it out of the way (the SOM-CTC bridge is used quite a lot, especially by students running late). When it did not move, I carefully picked it up. Its head lolled to the side.

I knew then that I was cradling a dead bird in my hand.

For a few minutes, I just stood there. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t just leave the bird on the floor; some Management major might step on it with her pumps. I couldn’t keep holding on to the bird, because, well, it was dead. What would I do with a dead bird? Also, my hungry blockmates were waiting for me.

Fortunately, there was a potted plant nearby.

When I got back to my blockmates, I tried to explain why I picked the bird up. It’s just a bird, they argued. I could not make them understand. Even now, I find it difficult to put into words what I felt when I saw the bird on the floor.

And that’s when I realized how much I missed my girl blockmates, who, as MSE majors, had a different schedule from mine.

[Context: I have SA classes with my all-male block (ACS majors).]

I was hoping that there would be a girl at my org room, so that I could rant to her about the bird. Unfortunately for me, there was none.

Thankfully, all the physics sophomores have the same physics lab, so I got to rant to the girls in the other block about the bird.

I’m so emotional today. Perhaps it’s because it’s that time of the month again.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

Congratulations.

You have now made it to my blog.

Meaning: you have become the subject of at least one of my posts here.

Now whether this is a good thing or a bad thing is up to you entirely.

Let’s see how this all works out.