So this is where my old blog will be. Unfortuntely, I don’t know what’s wrong but I can’t seem to import my old posts. Sheesh. This suck. Big time. Help!
Iced coffee-My partner when writing (Taken with instagram)
—-Sadly, this makes me sleepy instead of perking me up. Err…Am I now immune to caffeine?
My sleeping angel (Taken with instagram)
What’s worse than stalkers? Hackers.
I close my eyes and I feel you
I never knew that it was possible
To feel the rapture and glory
Of passions revealed
With innocence and honesty
Yet somehow covered in lies.
I thought it was love. To him, it wasn’t.
Today, I met someone. I arrived for an interview and he was there for the same reason as I was. He was already seated and he seemed nice and harmless with his eyeglasses resting on his thin nose. He had his hair somehow patted to one side and his lean frame suggested he was taller than me but not too tall that I had to look up far.
He greeted me and I sat down beside him with a smile.
We got to talking and he reminded me of this one guy who courted me back in college. He looked geeky and effeminate but he was not gay. This one gave off the same aura and we just totally hit it off.
Surprisingly,I found myself talking to him easily and we practically exchanged life stories. It was all good though. No judgement, disgust or even doubts. We were just glad we met.
I do hope that I will see him again. He could possibly become a new good friend. And I do want one of those.