NAKAKATAWA.

I finally caught a break from all the negativities of today. I was browsing the internet instead of working, as usual, when I stumbled upon the website that I've been looking for for two years now. No, I didn't actually look for it and yes, that first statement is a lie.

Anyway, I found 2 songs from that website I could add to my new playlist (The Day You Said Goodnight by Hale and Tell Me Where It Hurts by MYMP) but that's not the reason why I've been laughing my head off for the past 30 minutes. The way these songs have been interpreted gave me the chuckles. For a, what, 17-year-old, the writer makes great observations of the songs the writer listens to.

Also, the writer seems to have lost compassion throughout the years. Good for the writer, bad for me.

Welcome, stalker!

I've forgotten about this tracking thing I have in the blog. I just remembered I had it literally an hour ago and after minutes of browsing through my "visitors", I realized that there's someone stalking me here. I know the details of this stalker and if I'm not mistaken, I actually know who s/he is.

So to you, dear stalker, welcome. I've told you about this blog years ago. I bet you're thankful I didn't delete it when you told me to. Haha! Enjoy my thoughts which are mostly about another guy - who I am not dating, BTdubs - so... there.

Oh, here's something to drive you crazy, stalker dearest: I have another blog where I post things I would never tell anyone else ever. Hint: You won't find it on my Facebook page. Lalalalalala. Goodluck finding it!

Another Kean Cipriano-related post.

If you're tired of reading about him here, get the hell outta here.

Anyway, as I am typing this, I am refreshing my Twitter feed for Kean Cipriano's updates. It's this time in the morning - pag wala siyang gig - that he replies to all of those who message him on Twitter and that means he's flooding his followers' timelines but I am not complaining because every tweet gets me all kilig even if they're not for me or I cannot actually relate altogether.

I kinda miss this feeling, obsessing over one person without actually falling in love with him. It's all pure, unadulterated (maybe) kilig. Last time I felt this was in college but with College Dude, well, he's very much reachable to the point that we had a "moment" one of the inuman sessions that I swear happened even if I keep on blacking out the entire time and another "moment" where I was sober but I don't consider that a moment because he just got set-up that one time.

Anyway, this obsession has been keeping my mind off of things that might make me sad or paranoid or anything negative. He's my happy crush as of the moment.

Happy crush just posted this on his timeline:

At siya pa talaga nagpost niyan ah... Hahaha! :))

*sigh* I love him. I even asked my friend who is his stylist for The Reunion to actually drag me to one of their shooting days so I can stare at his face in person.

Creeper.

I am really scaring myself now. I just searched for Kean Cipriano's Cosmo Bachelor Bash photos. I've found a set of his greatest photos ever and I will be posting them here in a while but I can't help but think that I am going back to my old, 1998 self. I like it, though. It's been a long while since I last got crazy over a local celebrity and with Kean, well, he's near. As in literally near. He lives in the same neighborhood as I am. As in walking distance; unlike John Prats who (used to) lived in Quezon City.

Anyway, here are those hummunah-worthy photos that got me drooling over my keyboard:

To make it seem like I am really so much of a creeper, while I am making this post, I am listening to/watching the I Don't Know Show over Ustream.

Ooh, and I am saving the best for last:

Ito ang tinatawag na likod palang, ulam na.

Edit (April 16, 2012):

KTNXBYE.

Someone's stalking me... :p

What a great way to start the day... Someone is really trying to figure out what the hell's running through my mind. This is my Stats page for my Unsent Letters blog:

If you can't see it, you can click on it for it to enlarge.

This is too funny...and flattering at the same time. Haven't had a stalker since 2008. Wooh! Still got swag, me thinks!

The new OB is sooooo much better...

I can only say nice things about my new OB.

(That's her. I'm such a stalker.)

She's pretty (Haha. Lesbo much?) and she's bubbly and perky and she always seems to be in a good mood. She's caring and thoughtful in an Ate kind of way. Ate 'cause she teases her patients a lot but you know she does that 'cause she cares.

I know that's a lot to say on just the first meeting but that's how I felt when I saw and talked with her.

We'll see in the coming weeks.

PS. We still don't know if it's a boy or a girl because Jellybean was hiding during ultrasound yesterday. As Dr. Amorin said, "Nagpapasuspense!".

Edit: I remembered just now who she looks like - 'cause when I first saw her, her face was vaguely familiar to me. She looks like my Stat teacher in high school. Lau, if you're reading this, she looks like Ms. Cusi, diba?