- April 30 2013 | - Read More →
1:00AM, Saturday.
I’ve just spent my Friday night in front of my computer watching the first season of Awkward. I am loving this show, the script is very good and it doesn’t try hard to be funny… it just is.
I like how Jenna (that’s the character in the show) gets the hot guy every other girl wants. It gives girls who watch that it doesn’t matter if they’re not in the cool clique, it’s possible to land the popular guy as a boyfriend.
After a while though, I kinda got depressed. I mean, I could identify with Jenna (sort of, I never had problems being friends with people in my school… nor did I have any embarrassing moments) in terms of her wishing that she gets that coveted high school romance (or in my case, just romance.) People who know me personally will probably be raising their eyebrow at that statement.
How can someone who brandishes love as if its some unnecessary emotion identify with a person who yearns for romance?
Yes, friends, I’m still human (somewhat) and romance is still hard wired to me as it is to all of you. I just learned to suppress it given my situation. There will always come a time when I will be sappy and emotional. It just came early this year, usually this comes at around May to July. Oo, may schedule siya!
Anyway, I decided to do some emotional de - cluttering. For starters I hid certain people’s feeds from my Facebook… then I hid them in the chat window. I don’t know but maybe not seeing their names will help.
I’m also planning on limiting physical interaction. This might be hard to achieve though. Hihihi.
I hope this de - cluttering helps me.
I’m sorry.
I just didn’t have anything to post, that’s all. I didn’t mean to neglect this blog for weeks.
Anyway, I’m accessing Tumblr through Internet Explorer since Chrome has gone all bitchy and won’t load Tumblr (and when it does load, it freezes and I have to close the tab). I’ve had a number of things happen to me the past weeks, but very few seem to be bloggable.
I’m looking forward to good things this December, I hope it won’t dissapoint.

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