Posted by: iamjoy on: January 19, 2010
He’s crazy. You’re too beautiful and too wonderful for a guy like him. Please find somebody handsome and wonderful, caring and sensitive. . . so I could have him.
Posted by: iamjoy on: January 19, 2010
You crashed my car. I should be freaking mad, not falling…
Posted by: iamjoy on: December 30, 2009
This wasn’t supposed to hurt. I’m not supposed to feel anything at all. Drat!! So why do I feel the tiniest stab of pain??????
Posted by: iamjoy on: November 7, 2009
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She talked about him. And I could see the way her eyes shone, and the way she could not help but keep smiling at the sound of his name, or at a memory of him. And as I listened, I mastered the art of smiling as I felt my heart bleed.
But in the end, I realized I love my friend more than the guy I fell for on first sight. So I won’t stand in her way. Or even dare hope for myself. Because I don’t want to see the light dying from her eyes.
Posted by: iamjoy on: November 7, 2009

A breaking heart makes no noise.
Posted by: iamjoy on: November 3, 2009
I did pretty well on the Cardio exam today, considering the fact that I only started seriously studying around 14 hours before the exam. For some reason, my mind works best under pressure. Hehe. This is called Rationalization.
Posted by: iamjoy on: November 3, 2009

I’ve got a crush on Cabeludo. Shhhh.
Posted by: iamjoy on: October 23, 2009

I’m left with two realizations. Either:
1. He’s still out there.
or
2. He doesn’t exist.

Posted by: iamjoy on: October 23, 2009

I’m home. And there’s no place like it.
Posted by: iamjoy on: October 23, 2009

As I waited on the bench, with 35 mice in two separate boxes beside me, he came. And we talked about this and that as he ate his vending machine lunch of coffee and bread sticks.
Maybe someday, he’ll wake up and realize I was there, in the background. But I have ceased looking forward to that day.