At 3:29am, on the 12th of April

Prodigal blogger is back; and now, she is debating whether to talk to boy-of-the-moment or not.

To tell you the truth, being my typical torpe self, I am waiting for him to talk to me. I've been changing my status message since I went online, in the hopes of him noticing that yes, I'm still online at this hour.

Now, what do I talk about here? I figured, I should blog, given that I'm already running out of things to do on facebook. Ugh. I think I'm going to talk about him. AGAIN. This is getting to be too much, if you get my drift. Helloooooo. I mention his name every other sentence!! I'm never like this! Ugh.

Can you tell me how to cure this very, very, very juvenile crush? I'm starting to imagine my life as a movie, and I'm thinking, I'm like Laida Magtalas (Sarah Geronimo) in A Very Special Love. I'm the (sort of) jologs girl who's so in like (I refuse to say love) with the rich, perfect bachelor. Hay. Jologs me. :(

See, I'm not even making sense here.

Anyway. There, I think I can sleep now. I already got to talk to him... and not just on YM. Hahaha! Eat that, other girl whose name I will never mention here! Hahahahaha!

Omg. I'm so sabaw! Okay, I'll sleep now. :)