crushing absence
I feel really weird these days. I don’t know. Maybe it is because I am already 19. And in less than a year, I will officially be leaving my teen years behind.
When I was younger, I used to have a big crush on Donna Cruz. I can still remember how I would gush every time she sang “Kapag Tumibok Ang Puso” in That’s Entertainment. I also used to have a crush on my playmates—both boys and girls. We would play around the house, in our room, on the streets, and in the playground.
But ever since I moved here, I no longer went out to play. I would just go out the house to go to school, or to go somewhere else, but never stay outside and play with kids my age. So that erased the chances of my having a crush on anyone in our neighborhood. After all, I though that the kids here looked mabaho. Haha.
But whatever our neighborhood lacked in cute guys galore, school made up for. High school was fun. There were plenty of cute guys. What made the sitch better was that the girls were separated from the boys. I had crushes on guys from all year levels. But there were guys who really stood out—those whom I went gaga for.
It was also in high school that I learned that there are guys who are just for sex, and there are guys whom I can take seriously. But do not get me wrong, I did not lose me virginity until I was 18.
Three years into college, I find it really weird how topics about crushes do not really appeal to me; how, when asked who my crush/es are, I cannot easily tell the answer.
Yeah, maybe it is because I am 19. And I have, somehow, matured a little bit. Before, when I see a cute guy, I could say that he is my crush. But now, when I see a cute guy, I go, “ok, he’s cute,” and that is all. I no longer stalk somebody the way I used to back in high school. Or maybe it is because I study in UST, and countless gorgeous men walk in the halls and streets of our campus, so it’s become ordinary for me to bump into someone cute.
where has all the saccharin gone?
Or maybe it’s because I have now set a high standard for love, and for the man I will love. High standards on love mean high standards on guys I will have a crush on.
Whatever, beyotch!!
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“Ladies, I have here a bachelor—he has hazel eyes, long hair, and a very big dick,” –Nicole Richie’s public announcement in a supermarket about a 10-year-old boy she was babysitting in A Simple Life.
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Smile naman d’yan. God bless us all!!
When I was younger, I used to have a big crush on Donna Cruz. I can still remember how I would gush every time she sang “Kapag Tumibok Ang Puso” in That’s Entertainment. I also used to have a crush on my playmates—both boys and girls. We would play around the house, in our room, on the streets, and in the playground.
But ever since I moved here, I no longer went out to play. I would just go out the house to go to school, or to go somewhere else, but never stay outside and play with kids my age. So that erased the chances of my having a crush on anyone in our neighborhood. After all, I though that the kids here looked mabaho. Haha.
But whatever our neighborhood lacked in cute guys galore, school made up for. High school was fun. There were plenty of cute guys. What made the sitch better was that the girls were separated from the boys. I had crushes on guys from all year levels. But there were guys who really stood out—those whom I went gaga for.
It was also in high school that I learned that there are guys who are just for sex, and there are guys whom I can take seriously. But do not get me wrong, I did not lose me virginity until I was 18.
Three years into college, I find it really weird how topics about crushes do not really appeal to me; how, when asked who my crush/es are, I cannot easily tell the answer.
Yeah, maybe it is because I am 19. And I have, somehow, matured a little bit. Before, when I see a cute guy, I could say that he is my crush. But now, when I see a cute guy, I go, “ok, he’s cute,” and that is all. I no longer stalk somebody the way I used to back in high school. Or maybe it is because I study in UST, and countless gorgeous men walk in the halls and streets of our campus, so it’s become ordinary for me to bump into someone cute.
where has all the saccharin gone?
Or maybe it’s because I have now set a high standard for love, and for the man I will love. High standards on love mean high standards on guys I will have a crush on.
Whatever, beyotch!!
***
“Ladies, I have here a bachelor—he has hazel eyes, long hair, and a very big dick,” –Nicole Richie’s public announcement in a supermarket about a 10-year-old boy she was babysitting in A Simple Life.
***
Smile naman d’yan. God bless us all!!
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