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On Hosting and the sort...

I was feverish when I started to tease my hair to add a bit more volume at the back.

After I downed a couple of tablets, I started putting my face on. I was shaking from the chills but it felt good. I wasn't giving up.

I proceeded to don my shirt and finally it hit me: I am amazing, I look amazing.

I chugged a red bull and some orange juice and finally I felt "okay" to say the most.

I drove to the venue and after smoking up a cloud, I hosted with whatever I had. Energy.

And it ended with me crashing into my bed with the biggest headache. I so deserve a fat cheque after that one.

Still though, I'm more than willing to host more events in the near future!

Just hit me up.

On being sick and still going...

Hahahaha let me reiterate what I said over at twitter. I feel like a Hollywood actor with my plaid scarf and red shoes. But I am deathly sick. And it scares me that I might just loose my voice after all this. And to be honest, I am banking on this voice to get by. I got this job because of the voice actually so it'd be a major bummer if I lose it lol.

Potato-potato

I guess it doesn't really make any sense I f you don't read it out loud, but the point is, every person seems to be one way or the other, but it just depends on you.

On pink and other colors that are peculiar

I felt a little betrayed by the color of his shirt. I need/ want him to be less perfect, yes?

So enough with the pink shirt. Enough with the smiles and the cute little pout.

I really really like you and I hate it.

Time Bomb

Time bombs are weird. Why do they have to tick?

Soulmates, puppies and the somewhere in betweens...

Have you ever considered falling in love? Let me rephrase that. Have you ever said to yourself, sure I wanna fall in love?

The thing is, you can't and you won't...

Falling in love is the very definition of spontaneity and randomness. You can never force it to happen. It has to grow organically from those frilly feelings you have.
Falling in love is a crazy phenomenon that involves a lot of blushing and erratic decisions. And it does not entail a person switching on that very mechanism.

It just happens.

Regardless of that, would anyone really, consciously want to fall in love? If you haven't ever experienced the pangs and pains of being all lovey dovey, then you probably might want to. But for us who have been there and back and there again, it is such a pain!

You lose all control of your own judicial functions. You smile randomly causing society to think that you might just have a slight mental disorder. You lose sense of economics and spend spend send away everything just to try and make this other person happy! And when you do fall out of love you realize how stupid you were and finally you're gonna hate yourself and you'll want to live in a cave off the coast of Samoa.

But it happens to the best of us. And it's happening to me right now. I want to fall in love with this other guy and just not be all googley eyes for this perfect specimen of a man, my soulmate.

I'm writing this post in the bathroom by the way cause I'm hipster like that. Lol

All The Small Things!

The song is a constant reminder of how every generation of artists, no matter how crazy and stupid they may be, will have that one group who will make sense and will totally make known that they do by trashing the rest!

Crushing

Head spinning
I can't stop blushing
I feel like a little boy
In his first time crushing

I've been here before
But it feels so new
I feel like fainting
But you don't have a clue.

That this boy is stupidly
Crazily
Irrationally
Inlove with you

My Puppy

He has the cutest eyes and the sexiest pout. He can make my head spin in a good way.

I love that boy so much... So much.

The Real Score

I have this secret. I have a crush on this guy who is way out of my league.

He is perfect. I even go into saying we'd be perfect!
But he's this guy who's part of alta society. And I'm just a boy who works at the school his family owns. I'm a nobody with a last name without much bearing in this city.

I can't even imagine life with him. That's how much I believe that we can NEVER EVER BE TOGETHER.

The real score is this: I'm in love with the most perfect, the most impossible man ever. And I'm totally okay with that.

Deader than Dead

I feel like an ostrich burying its head underground. Scared, a bit.