MOVED.

I had moved: http://xxx.misteryosa.com

CUSoon.

Tinatamad na kong mag-blog.

Ay, understatement of the year. Hindi na bago yan.

Kaya ayan. Hay, paano ba 'to?

Stop muna ako sa blogging. Ayun. Wala na kasing idea. Wala na rin naming kwenta yung mga posts ko. Crap. Ayan, Tagalog na nga ang ginamit ko kasi tinatamad na rin akong mag-English.

Pero babalik din naman ako. Siguro bago mag-June 18. June 18 kasi ang pasukan sa UPLB. Ayun, freshman (woman) ako dun, BA Communication Arts. Kaya isang malaking shout-out sa mga freshman (at woman na rin) diyan sa UPLB, parang awa niyo naman, pansinin niyo ako dun. Wala kaya akong kakilala dun ni isa.

Hay. Kahit naman paano, may kilala na ko (sa Internet nga lang). Si Erika, BA Communication Arts din, at si Moses, na naligaw pero magsi-shift pa rin daw sa ComArts. Kung sino pang nag-aaral diyan sa UPLB, eto o, tingnan niyo ang pangit kong picture (Putsa, kapal ng mukha ko!), baka makita niyo ko dun, pansinin niyo ako, ha? Tsaka, mga pare at mare, mataba ako. Pag hindi mo pa ako nakita, good luck naman.

Gaya nga ng sabi ko sa taas, babalik ako. Hindi ko naman talaga iiwanan ang mundong maraming naituro sa akin, at maraming naipakilala sa aking mga tao. Ayun. Saka baka magpalit na rin ako ng bloghost. Baka sa Wordpress na ako. Or kahit saan. Bahala na si Batman.

Ayan. Syet. Kamusta naman yun at ginaya ko ang ultimate idol at friend ko sa blogging world na si Xienah maganda (DAW).

So, mahigit isang buwan din yun. Hanep na hibernation ito. Sobrang tagal. Ano kayang gagawin ko?

Mag-chat, malamang. Add mo nga pala ako sa Y!M: althea_kish. Sira ang Y!M ko, kaya malamang hindi ko kayo ma-add ng maayos. Basta pag online ako, kausapin mo na lang ako kung type mo. Hindi naman kita tatanggihang kausapin. Saka, ewan, bahala na rin ulit si Batman. Basta wag ka mahihiyang kausapin ako. Ang boring naman kasi kung palaging yung mga tao na lang sa list kong hindi na nadadagdagan ang kausap ko.

Tsaka, Gunbound na rin. Hay. Juiceko. Chick pa lang kasi ako, noh. Gusto ko namang tumaas-taas ang level ko. Add mo na rin ako sa buddies mo: altheakish. Okay lang kahit hamunin mo ko, malamang naman talo rin ako sa'yo. Dakilang engot din naman kasi ako sa Gunbound, eh. Type ko lang talaga maglaro kahit laging talo.

Bloghop pa! Ahihi. Kahit naman tinatamad akong mag-blog, eh, nagbabasa pa rin naman ako. Marami akong sinusundang blog. Baka mag-comment ako pag sinipag, pero under na sa tunay kong pangalan: Yna (Yna Altea Antipala po, nice meeting you.).

Ano pa bang nakalimutan ko? Ah, wala na ba?

Ayun. So, see you soon na lang. Baka mapadpad ako sa page mo. Ahihi. Bahala na talaga si Batman.

Invitation.

My first love was my first year English teacher.

And it took me two years to get over him completely. So to speak, it was when I was in my junior year that I was able to say completely and irrevocably that I had gotten over him.

The fact that he was the first one who made me feel the absolute pain of being rejected (It was inevitable anyway. Haha.) contributed to my being irrational at a certain point of time. I actually told him that I do fancy him, and he said he understood.

But yech, a young mind's an ignorant, stubborn mentality so things led to another.

Until all of the dignity that I was supposed to keep went down the drain.

I have a friend who also happened to have had been infatuated with him, the same way that I am. One time, she told me something that was supposed to be of great importance: he accepted her Friendster invite.

She was ecstatic. She was jumping with joy. She was telling everyone who knew her story.

I thought of it otherwise. It was not so important.

Until I got my own invite rejected for more than what my two hands can count.

Honestly, the only way of communication I can have with him is through Friendster. It does not actually matter that I communicate with him once again.

You know what I want?

I want his forgiveness. I want my own peace of mind, that after all the years that had gone by, he had somehow found in his heart to forgive my youth's ignorance, irresponsibility and stubbornness.

And I can't believe I can find that in an acceptance of a Friendster invite.

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