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I don't mind if I have to be a bird trapped in a cage.
I want to be trapped inside your love.

Monday, February 9, 2009 5:56 AM
♥ Oh brother.
Usually, when it comes to the idea of my brother (our youngest) dating, I have mixed emotions. These emotions being LOL x 999 and omg-I-want-to-hurl-on-your-shoes, but I suppose that's normal for any big sister who has witnessed said brother at his very worst. And keeps pictures of these moments in case I hit a financial low somewhere in the future. Anyway.

I was pretty amazed when I learned that he & his girlfriend were celebrating their first anniversary on Wednesday, and even more so when I heard what he was planning. Amazed because, well, taking his ADHD into account, I didn't think this one would have a pretty short shelf life. But admittedly, I'm happy with the way their relationship's going. The girl is doing a lot of good for the brother and it shows.

No, I haven't told him this. Not to his face anyway. I've got a reputation to protect, ohoho.

I'm currently involved with the prep work on The Surprise, giving him all sorts of ideas & even offering to lend him money for it. (But only because his wallet went missing recently, along with the money he saved up for The Surprise) Still, I can't help but wonder if I'm doing this to address the Valentine angst I've been harboring for a while now.

No, no, no. Must not give in to the lure of this over-commercialized holiday--!

BUT STILL.

I want flowers. I want chocolate. I want cake. I want presents. I want dinner out. I want poetry. I want to be smothered with cheesy whatnots of love until I die from a combination of embarassment and sheer joy. I want I want I want. *flail*

Come on, don't I deserve a happy & unforgettable Valentine? Note that I'm careful to put "happy" before "unforgettable", because the last time I asked for an unforgettable Valentine, it was. Then I ended up wishing I could bleach my brain to get rid of the memory. Gyuh.

No, Kang. You're booked for Valentine's Day, remember? The party at Bridgette's with the girls? Now, shut up. :)





Bless the little queen
Hi, I'm Kang & I'm very sure I'm not Korean. I really like Japanese idols though; enough to make me want to go to Akihabara & spend the remainder of my youth prancing in tiny skirts in front of really sad men. While that hasn't happened yet, I'm here in Manila; in bookstores, not buying anything; in ukay-ukays, buying lots; in my Catholic college, being slightly below-average; in pictures, looking moronic.

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