So I have been watching 1 movie per week for the past three weeks now. Now that I think about, it's lame. A total of three movies? Oh well. And last night I put off studying for that Nucleic Acids Exam coming up just to see PS I Love You. Now I don't want to elaborate on the InterWeb the stuff that actually happened to me (or the stuff that I did), but I must say that when I related the deets to a specific few, they decided that they had to watch the movie if it got me to do those stuff. Hey, I'm not that cold! Haha.

So during the damn movie, I decided that this being alone thing isn't so bad after all. I screwed up facts to my advantage. I thought: Well, there has to has to be someone for me out there, right? I'm just not looking. Either that or God is still punishing me for what I do to precious creatures. But I decided on one thing. Never again will I scribble our names (mine and that specific someone) in my scratch paper again. Scratch paper is for Kirchhoff's Rules, not Stupid Hearts. So there you go.

And because I was feeling good despite the sappy movie, I decided to finish one of the novels Nic gave me for Christmas and even got a head start on Neil Gaiman's Season of Mist. But lo and behold, just when I thought I was gonna be finally over this someone, that golden name flashed repeatedly in those cute little thought bubbles in all it's glory. My pillow deserved a good screaming to at that. And it was even one of the character in the movie! Sh*t. Something similar happened during the sem break. One of the three main characters had the same name. I say, the Universe is teasing me. :(

So this post will not end in bitterness and ridicule. I know that someday I'll get my fair share of giddiness and body contact (although I'll be damned if anyone gets to see this) and late night texts and pure idiocy brought about by Ehem Ehem. I'm just stuck in a rut right now so I'll just enjoy the uninterrupted view from down here until someone helps me up. :D