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(by hildagrahnat)

So there’s this guy (the most commonly used phrase to start off a very interesting story) who surprised me with Valentine gifts. Two different couriers came, wreaking havoc in our home. That was probably the loudest “Althea Jimenez” in history.
The first one was from 2GO and the other one, from LBC. Both comes from the same person.
I mean, I’m used to receiving gifts, but this time, it was different. It wasn’t the kind of thing you stuck in your closet or drawer and waited to give to someone.

Comes with those two boxes were a stash of letters. The very first thought registered in my mind was; “wow fanmails”. (ikr, my ego is big) Not being rude or anything, but I really can’t decipher his penmanship (though I really don’t mind because he writes great english with a proper grammar) so I just decided to read it with my mom next time. I’m seriously having a hard time reading other people’s handwriting. But surprisingly, there’s one which was written clearly and neatly. Well, almost. The one written on a pink sticky note inside the black box where the Black Sheep wristwatch was placed in. The message was short, but behold, it’s full of thoughts that’ll make you think about it ‘till the next morning. It’s not the usual “I love yous” neither a cheesy one. It’s not a sweet message at all to be honest.

I’m overwhelmed by all these gifts. Greatly appreciated. A leather bound journal, a Black Sheep wristwatch (from Japan, I think), a set of Tech pens exclusively from Korea. And a lot more girly stuff from London and Hongkong. In case you guys are wondering, yes he’s a jet-setter, that’s why.
I know these things are really expensive. Talk about the brands and the countries where all of these came from.

On a less cheerful note, it’s not the price that made those things special, I wouldn’t mind whether it’s just small token or a card tho.
What am I saying is, it’s the thought that counts.

And unlike my so-called “best friend”, who just greeted me a Happy Valentine, was actually the one who’s asking me for a gift.
Lol seriously, when will this kid grow up? I jokingly asked him
what does he like and he replied with “ikaw”.

Miss me? Could I say I’d been frantically busy writing a novel, but was actually off sleeping my feelings away.

I can’t sleep every night because I’m thinking of every possible scenarios. You may not believe it but I’m actually that drown into writing this novel.

On the brighter side, I’m going to buy a smartphone tomorrow, any suggestions? 

Yes, I’m finally convinced that I actually need a cellphone in my life since I won’t be online that much as I used to.

And on the darker side, why is the batman shirt getting all popular these days? I’ve been seriously looking for one ever since it became hip. Seriously though, how ghetto can I get?

PS. I want Ramen.

This is the first and the only time I’m going to give a fig about politics because it involves the internet. SOPA, you shall not pass.

Hey you Internet, my old pal, we’ve been friends for a long period of time. Don’t bid me goodbye, okay?

On the hindsight, if the internet gets censored maybe I’ll finally get a boyfriend or do something productive in life. 

PS. The web was literally spinning while I was typing this blog post. I had a very hard time you guys. Boundless to say, the universe is trolling on me. 

•Him: Tumblr? what the eff is that? Some sort of a porn site?

•Me: Yes, A gay porn site.

•Him: So the fag hag in you still lives?

•Me: Since when did I become a fag hag?

•Him: Since forever. Your past and current crushes are all gays. Get a grip of yourself, woman!

•Me: They’re not gays.

•Him: What makes you sure about that?

•Me: Err.. Well, I trust my instincts.

•Him: You’re hopeless. If they aren’t gays, they would’ve courted you right away. 

•Me: Maybe they just don’t like me.

•Him: Don’t like you? Are you insane? Who would dare refuse you.

•Me: Flattering me?

•Him: No, just telling the truth.

•Me:So you mean to say that they are gays just because they aren’t courting me?

•Him: Right.

•Me: Right! I knew it all long!

•Him: Knew what?

•Me:You aren’t courting me, so that means you’re one of them?

•Him: Of course not! It’s a different thing. I just well.. but no I’m not gay.

•Me: Pshhh. It’s okay. You’ll always be my friend. I’ll accept you with open arms.

•Him: Shut up.

•Me: I’m pretty sure you’d go and check Tumblr later.

•Him: Stop trolling on me

•Me: http://www.tumblr.com

•Him: Who do you think you’re kidding I know gay porn is not your thing.

•Me: What makes you sure about that?

•Him: I trust my instincts, besides you can’t even handle lovers PDA-ing then how is that even possible? You’re innocent as a child. 

•Me: yea right whatever

Flying cars? Floating houses? Gangster aliens? Gay robots? Did Junhyung and I get married?

I feel so tipsy without even drinking any alcoholic drinks out there. What’s happening to me?

Anyway, I find it pretty inconsiderate that my grandchildren haven’t used time travel to visit me. To be quite honest, I’m really offended.

Maybe, I’m a really grumpy grandma that they have no plans on visiting me.

But heck! If that’ll ever happen anytime soon. I’m getting all giddy to know who their grandfather is. Or maybe I won’t even marry and have kids and they won’t exist. Or or or my grandchildren prolly have visited me but they can’t tell me who they are because otherwise it would change a lot of things in the future. And they’re actually one of those guise who’s being extra nice to me. Or to make matters worse they’re one of those gay guys who I’m crushing on. Hahaha I kid.

Have you ever met someone and feel like you have known them your whole life? You get me? Blood is thicker than water you guise!

It’s 2012 but then being the daydreamer that I am, nothing can stop me from making scenarios in my head.

PS. New Year, fresh start! No more depressing post for the rest of year. Leggo.