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And Kisses While You're At It. I prefer Hershey's. But the other kinds are also good. Lol.

i imagine this is what people that are frustratedly in love would write. very ficitonal. the plot bunny bit me.


I can't even look him straight in the face. And if I do, then it would dart quickly to his seatmate and he's have this sort of look of confusion, as if he was trying to figure out why I act like this. Why I'm so...dense or tense when he's around.

I have an answer for that, my mind said in treachery. I can't look at you straight because I'm afraid...I'm afraid that I might see in you what I'm looking for and... and... I might not have it...

I bit my lip. I never jump around whenever I stand still for a long time. But then, when he's around me, or as always, behind me, I stand on my toes and do it again and again.

And although my chair is fairly far from me when I stand, I could feel his fingers at the back of it, where I rest my back when I feel like sleeping or brushing my hair, and he'd stroke it and offer to brush it for me.

Oh, how I wish he'd be gay so I wouldn't have a crush on him. How I wish he'd tell me that I'm not cute, nor pretty. That I'm not one of 'them'.

But then again, how I wish MORE that he won't. Because it'd crush me... crush me into a little ball if he said that.

I wish he'd talk more about Fig and how close they are. I wish he'd tell her more about himself than he does to me. That he'd reveal more to her so that she could tell me and that I can sink into my mind that I shouldn't be so weird about this!

How I hope I don't get sick so I don't have to be absent and then, how I wish he'd be smarter and concentrate more so that he'll be able to pass and he could teach me. Because I'm failing & falling at the exact same time and I feel real weird.

And when I decide to be quiet, that he wouldn't tease me more and talk more so that I'd talk back, be tempted and then he'll tease me more because of it.

Ack. I hope this goes away. It's not love. I'm highly aware of that. It's... It's... I don't know what it is. But then, I couldn't care less.

Stop it! Stop it!

Okay, since I am considerably perkier when I am using Atlalen28, I shall tell you my HighSchool Freshman year escapades that have happened so far.

Number One: I have made my science and amth teacher sufficiently mad at me that'll last for the whole year and promises low grades that I don't even deserve.

Number Two: I have become extremely quiet and chatty at the same time. since even though i am quiet, the blame falls to me, I have decided not to be quiet because it does me no good and it does no good to my grades anyway so why bother?

Number Three: I have become closer to the boys in my class than to the girls. I foudn it easier to open up to them because they are more confidant than girls and, they can make you laugh your ass off. Also, they have no qualms in listening to me narrate silly, corny jokes and share some of their own and I'd listen tentatively---no mlaciousness, no flirtations, just pure brother-sister bonding.

Number Four: I've been quite helpful for the sbayang pagbigkas and, I've been exmepted to alot of stuff!

Number Five: I shall be leading in teacher the batch the actions for our cheering competition and i'm in the props comittee as well and shall be bossing around the whole batch--further exempting me from the excruiating hotness of sitting their, huddled up with everybody else when I could eat, drink and chat and fan myself qithout anybody complaining. since, it's only fair because i work harder.

Number Six; I can choose not to join the competion of cheering since, I am both attending Special Music and Physical Education.

In fact, I am also exmepted from intramurals, musical festivites, if i ever get lazy to join. it's really my choice.

Number Seven: I earned the role of Uma Thurman in Les misrables in our upcoming Speaker's Company's English Month play. So yeah!

Number Eight: I know more people and I have become more influential. Feeling popular people are surprised I know people and they know me as well when they dare not even walked 10 steps near them, which is weird.

Number Nine: I have gained alot of beautiful and handsome friends and they are all comfortable with me because i am no competition of a promising lover since I don't aspire to have a boyfriend, I am too childish, and, I'm no real beauty compared to Almost-Always-Getting-VTR-ed friends that you can see on lots of calenders, posters, magazines and commercials. I do the peptalk, I am the chain. So everybody has to be nice to me.

Number Ten: I have already left my mark in Freshmen year by putting our names, and the noticively--can't help to be because of it's length, Name of my former crush--in the big letters we used in father's birthday that will be used by freshies for years to come. so they will know I was one of those few who were priveleged enough and hard-working.


No, I have not become a popular, nor part of the in-crowd.

But I have become part of the widely-known and respected Crowd. Which I think, by far is the greatest achevement anyone could do--Except if you do soemthing Heroic ala Harry Potter or meet Danielle Radcliffe and make him court you that I think no one can do without getting the applause of many.

Yes, you might be int he in crowd, but do people actually love you?

Reflect on the flicks, like Jawbreaker, meangirls, etc. And you'll see how much better it is to be known and respected than to be hated, lusted over or something of the sort.

No, i do not need admirers in this sort of stage. so, i'm happy being single. i don't need extra baggage anyways.


Haay!!!! Ang buhay nga naman! I've been typing real fast without editing so please forgive my typographical errors or my grammatical errors.

Thank you and goodnight! *takes a bow*


~Altalen

So Go


So Go
I don't want you anymore
You don't have to feel tied to me
You don't have to make up excuses

You don't had to pretend you feel the same way
Coz I certainly don't
I never forced you into this
So don't go whining

So Go!
Run away
I'm not gonna run after you
I'm not gonna get angry

Who do you think you are anyway?
Spreadin lies and all
I'm not gonna stop you
if you go

I don't feel anything anymore
I don't love you
the way I did before

So GO!
Go or else I'll changed my mind...

And you can never escape again...



I suddenly feel free! I'm free! I don't like *HIM* anymore. He's not special to me.

If that person doesn't feel the same way, I don't pursue him. I'm not aggressive type anyway. And I easily get bored. Byebye. I'm sure NOT gonna miss you.