Salve! Finally, I'm fuckiningly done with the cracker box! Great! More lessons for me to go (particularly in texturing, camera, and animation).
I've been busy the whole day by not just dreaming. But yea, at this instant, I am Blog-ging, again.
Doc messaged me last night to see him. The wee hours of the night made me inept to do it. Declining the invitation, he still insisted. I stride in the vicinity of the single-ajar-window, as I saw him standing outside while my dog barks. It was witty-sugary. I haven't felt the heavens for months.
My heart almost pounded.
But not because of him,
It's because of them.
I offered myself a cup of milk to sip before going to bed. After all, I discern to have my-all-time-yet-seasonal-drama-syndrome.
I can escape from the past.
Actually, I know where the exit is.
But then, it does haunt me, consistently.
Is escaping wrong?
Else, is escaping right?
Options are given.
You can merely choose what you want or what to do.
And so, that's my decision.
This is what I opt.
I mostly escape from those memoirs, both liking and disliking them in purpose.
Now, try to count as many as you can.
From a non-prince you knew to the fullest of the unhappy fairytale story ended.
(This is in random.)
I DO LIKE
JB JAYS ONIN WAR JED NEIL JOBERT JOVIE JOHN FERDS MB JM CARLO TJ ICKO IAN OBETH JICE JHU AR JEFF
because
he's cunningly cute.
he's friggin' new.
he's one of the smart-ass-but-non-geek-school-boy.
he has the shot to make me like him.
he's a hottie.
he's sensitive.
he's the sweetest.
he's seemingly matured.
he's simply the bestest.
he's not stupid.
of music and/or his band(particularly of his voice/talent).
of his moves.
we're supposed to unite as one.
I DON'T LIKE HIM
because
he's a player.
he might have STDs.
he's just my best bud.
he lacks passion, charm, security, adventure, individuality, respect,
or even assets.
he's one scorfano-guy-for-the-public-not-to-see-me-walking-
holding-or-talking-to.
he's younger than me.
he's very insensitve.
of his attitude or religion.
I'm bored talking/walking with him.
he's committed, engaged, or married.
I simply hate to give in and start falling for him.
Lock, stock and barrel, there are twenty-one boyfriend-materials to choose from.
"Others" from the past are excluded.
Lost count?
That's alright.
You can stop counting,
I like it being single.
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