Anonymous asked: I wished someone wrote something about me.
Anonymous asked: I wished someone wrote something about me.
Anonymous asked: starbucks barrista - w4m - megastrip. you know my name, my signature drink, you even helped me make my bestfriend a surprise slice of cake birthday greeting. i wouldn't be surprised if you are aware that i have been crushing on you since you made that "kasing hot ni ma'am" comment on the extra hot drink i ordered. you asked for my number when you learned i can get you in clubs' guestlist if you need to. i haven't gotten anything from you since. maybe you don't wanna go clubbing after all?
Anonymous asked: I have a submitted, posted missed connection here that actually turned to an non-missed connection. But it wasn't what I have hoped for. I didn't like the person. Not complaining though. At least it's one less the what-ifs in my life. :) "When you see something from afar, you develop a fantasy. But when you see it up close, 9 times out of 10, you wish you hadn't."
I’m glad you made a connection, even if it didn’t turn out to be the dream. One less what-if is good no matter what. :)
Anonymous asked: you're everywhere - m4w - i see you at almost every party/gig/debut i go to, but i was never able to muster up the courage to do more than just steal looks at you. sometimes our eyes meet and i know you recognize my face every time. i wanna talk to you and get to know you more. i want to ask one of our mutual friends to introduce me to you, but they would probably say no since you're the ex of one of my friends. damn. i'm too attracted to you. i hope i see you again soon anyway.
Anonymous asked: Abandoned-w4m -Ateneo. Classmates; that's what we were. Your intelligence attracted me, but in a non-romantic way. You inspired me, and you were someone I wanted to surpass one day. You offered comfort with your words, though I understood none of them sometimes. You calmed my mind by allowing me to speak it out. Then again, you showed interest in other girls and I was left alone in the corridor. I know I have to grow up someday, but I just wish I had my brother back before he leaves. I miss him.
Anonymous asked: w4m - we were classmates. you, a writer lost in a class of filmmakers, and me, the girl up front who was dying to talk to you. Though you were an active participant in class, and friendly enough to the people who talked to you, you never really became friends with anyone. Instead, you stuck with your fellow writer friend at the back. I've just recently discovered that you now run one of the "spiciest" food sites around. I still think about your curls.
Anonymous asked: Sk8er Boy - w4m - crossing // I've had a crush on you since our tech. wri. class but you seem too "cool" for me that's why I would always hesitate to talk to you even though we have a lot of common interests, I thought I'd never see you again but there you are crossing the street while I was in my car you even looked at my direction, it was like a scene from a movie. I hope to see you around and... talk to you..
W4M - Seattle’s Best Trinoma
It was Cinemalaya week, and my date and I were waiting at SBC for the next film. You walked in, messy, curly hair and all, laptop in hand, backpack slung over your shoulder. You sat down in the corner. You were wearing an Ateneo shirt, and I figured you must be a Computer Science major ‘cause you were coding. (And also ‘cause of the sticker on your laptop. Heh.)
I’ve always loved the smoker’s area at SBC Tri. Real quiet and aircon, too. I always sit in the corner. One day you were there again, next to the power outlet. I asked if I could plug in my charger.
I almost said hello. I didn’t.
I wish I had. Maybe we’ll run into each other again soon. Share a cigarette over coffee.
November 5. Gusto kitang sundan noong bumaba ka na ng Vito Cruz station. Kunin sana yung number mo. Kaso wala akong lakas at kapal ng mukha.
Nang bandang Central station pa lang naghalungkat ako ng bag ko. Naghahanap ng scrap paper. Isusulat sana ang numero at iaabot sayo, o kaya isisilid sa strap ng bag mo. Kaso kinalaunan naisip ko parang ang pangit tignan, tsaka wala rin akong nahanap na papel.
Mula UN hanggang sa Vito Cruz ang makipagkilala lang ang nasa isip ko. Sa mga nakakatabi ko na nagpaparamdam at nangdadakma, sayo lang ako tinamaan. Patawad kung hinihintay mo akong gumawa ng moves at walang nangyari. Gusto ko sana sa susunod na lang ang panandaliang ligaya. Gusto sana kitang kilalanin muna, tignan nang mabuti ang mga mata mo. Ewan ko, masyado na yata ‘tong sappy to the point of diabetes pero truth to be told nabighani ako sa kanila. Kulang ang mga sulyap at nakaw na tingin na naganap sa buong byahe.
Bumaba ako sa may Gil Puyat na nagsisisi. Sa dami ng sumasakay sa lrt araw-araw baka wala nang pag-asa na makasabay kita muli. Kinuha ko na sana yung pagkakataon.
We were heading home from an important activity that our organization conducted. Several vehicles passed us by as we waited for a jeepney en route to the train station. Being awake during the whole night has rendered our bodies a little wobbly due to drowsiness. Words barely came out of our mouths. Only the sound of engines roaring and horns honking filled the silence that exhaustion enshrouded us.
All of a sudden, the noise of the city was drowned out by loud, incoherent thoughts that occupied my mind. I swiveled my head to the left, and there you were behind me—resting your head on my shoulder. I kept a rigid posture, feigning nonchalance when in fact my heart wanted to rip my chest open. I did not want them to notice. I did not want YOU to notice. A straight face was painted upon my face but in my mind, I was smiling from ear to ear. It was a fleeting euphoric moment that lasted for three seconds or less, but the whole world seemed to have slowed down when you did that.
I wanted to pat your head to show that I did not mind but I was being too cautious to do anything like that. I do not want to give hints of what I feel for you. And I worry that someday if ever you find out that I have been ensnared by you ever since the day I looked through those brown eyes, you might think that I was taking advantage of your kindness. So I hide beneath the veneer of indifference.
I do not wish for more because I know it means nothing beyond the boundaries of friendship or acquaintanceship. I am satisfied by what I receive. I am satisfied just by admiring you whose beauty sits on a pedestal.