jam-coated cleone

Beat me! I am hooked. Ottoke? Ottoke?

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This entry again is about love.
Dang. Foolish. Me. Strikes. Again. But I love it. Nyahahaha. Beat me. :p
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see.. I am having this really high school-ish crush over someone. Heck, I am kind of shaken. Whoooozzz.. A while back, I saw this someone ---for security purposes I will call him Jam-Coated-Cleone.

Why this name? Jam-Coated-because I don't want to use sugar-coated. simple. nyahaha. Cleone-because I was thinking of a symbol that is a little deep. (?!?!) At that time, I just opened my yahoo mail and I saw this notif on my daemon, Cleone. Daemon. Soul. Why not? So he is my jam-coated soul. I can hear roarings: eww. yuck. and all the sort :D

This is not going to be a discourse on how and when and where this matter of great importance (?!?!) occurred. Too dangerous.

I am a proud person. My pride is higher than the tip of my hair strands defying gravity. I have had too many bloopers that are enough to make me shrink but my ego seems to have a way of creeping up--like an insect you thought you had crushed but surprisingly pops in on the most delicate spots. But, why oh why I cannot open my mouth properly and make sensible inference on things as if I never expended my life reading, reading and reading; as if I don't and will not make sense; as if I am...the greatest insignificant asshole of the 21st century. (I think this line is in Wanted. :))

This is so like the first time I had a liking on someone. I can still remember his face. Fair. Tall. Puppy-eyed. Wind-swept hair..and the buck teeth. Then, his features were charming but now..its kinda..funny. FYI my dear first crush, I never paid attention to the Top Gun movie we watched.

Beat me.