20 year old, Citizen of the World, Idealist, Pessimist, Scorpio, Born to be a Bookworm, Lost Fan, Potter Nerd, Dreams to be a Photographer, Nursing Student, Future Neurologist and/or Endocrinologist, one of the few people who will flash a genuine smile once a rainbow drapes the sky, loves deeply.

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I woke up panting and feeling so tired.

Cause I’m sprinting like a cheetah in my dream, The Man in Black was chasing me.

I’m talking about Lost again. In case you don’t know who that Man in Black is.

Cause I remembered what Ben told to Rousseau, “If you here whispers, run the other way.”

That’s what you get when you’re so engrossed with Lost and other Sci-fi stories.

We woke up with her father knocking on the door of her room.

Fuzzy Morning, I woke up wondering where my shirt is. Blame it on the Booze.

After I logged out of Tumblr last night, I spent the remaining hours finishing my seatwork, oh yeah, she called it a seatwork. I wrote a 7 page output for 8 hours. God, the ecstasy when I wrote the very last line.

I was inebriated last night.

And guess what? I’m wearing my Tumblr Shirt, with my URL on the back, while we’re having our after party in Bar 101.

We ditched our Acquaintance Party and partied from 10 to 3 in the morning. Danced with girls I barely know. Okay, at least I’m sober now. And I missed all of you. You missed me too?

We had Sex on the Beach last night.

And it’s our first time, I’m lucky enough to spend it with Sam and Joyce. Too bad, I’m a cry baby when it comes to alcohol and all. And the rest was history. Just a simple way to relax our old damn souls, ‘cause Midterms week was finally over.

Sex on the Beach is a cocktail that has many variations. There are two general types:

  • The first type is made from vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, and cranberry juice. This is an International Bartenders Association Official Cocktail.
  • The second type is made from vodka, Chambord, Midori Melon Liqueur, pineapple juice, and cranberry juice. This type is mixed by TGI Friday’s and is listed in theMr. Boston Official Bartender’s Guide.

The ingredients are shaken together with ice in a shaker and are served in a highball glass. Sometimes they are mixed in smaller amounts and served as a shooter.

credits to: Wikipedia.

My Mom actually knows that I'm a hypochondriac.

  • Leo: I need to go to the doctor.
  • Mom: Why?
  • Leo: I think I'm having a bad cold. You know the feeling of having water inside your ears?
  • Mom: Yes, and so?
  • Leo: Been feeling that for over a week now.
  • Mom: Are you having your Hypochondriac episodes again?!
  • Leo: Grrr, I'm not. I don't wanna be a deaf man all my life. I need this visit.
  • Mom: Hmmkay, how much do you want?

I still can’t believe how I forced myself to go up the stage last night.

Add the fact that I did good at singing Maroon 5’s This Love, that’s according to my groupmates. I don’t know, maybe I was just driven by my all time dream: to sing in front of everyone.

And believe me! I was not drunk, not a single drop, last night, contrary to the gossips that I heard this morning. We were just enjoying ourselves.

I want you to know that I was both happy and sad last night and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

Boy: I want to date you but I don’t want to because, (1) I think both of us will be happy if we’re just plain friends, (2) I think you’re now in love with someone and (3) I’m still a child. I don’t know how to take serious things seriously, but I know if I like someone. I want to say these things to you because, I rarely spill my feelings to someone I like.

Girl: I have a crush on you after all this time. And now you go saying these things? I’m confused.

  • Leo: If our situation gets a wee bit complicated, don't blame me if I write a book about us, don't forget that you're mother's the antagonist.
  • Dearest: I know you, you're fond of sad endings. What if our story turned out to be sad too?
  • Leo: I don't care, cause by the time you read the book, you'll come back to me first thing in the morning.
  • Dearest: I will never leave you.
  • Leo: *tried real hard not to fall from his bed*

Dearest: I was [secretly] reading your blog last December. I was half wishing that I was the girl that you’re talking about. (She was talking about this post.)

Leo: It was you, actually.