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You Love Him,..You Love Him Not

You can’t sleep every night because every time you close your eyes, it’s his face you see. You said it was only a crush but are you sure you aren’t head over heels with this major cutie?

Read the following signs to find out if you’ve fallen really hard over your dream dude or he’s merely an infatuation.


  • You find yourself saving all his text messages for you and even jot it down in your diary, with… take note, the date and time it was sent.
  • You started fishing information about him,.
  • You find yourself going to the places where he usually hangs out.
  • You keep all the little things he has given you, even that scratch paper you asked from him during examination.
  • You don’t mind talking to him on the phone for more than an hour even if it’s already your final exam the next day.
  • His number is on the speed dial of your cell phone, and you’ve actually memorized it, even his landline number.
  • You unconsciously find yourself scribbling his name on every page of your notebook.
  • You invent different names out of your names combines. (Actually it’s the name of your future child with him. Dream on!)
  • You think that all his jokes are funny (even the ones that are not).
  • Even if he’s really getting on your nerves, you just can’t stay mad at him. A simple text or a smile from him is already enough to melt your heart away. (sigh!)
  • You’ve memorized all his favorite songs and even practiced singing them (It doesn’t matter whether it’s a love song, R&B or rock)
  • You stated to read his horoscope. Who knows what lies ahead of his future, maybe it’s you.
  • Your heart skips a beat every time you hear his name
  • You’d never decline his invitation (not unless you’re bed-ridden or just really insane)
  • You’d take the risk to call him just to hear him say “hello” and after that hang up the phone (just be sure he doesn’t have a caller ID
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Paano ba ako magsisimula...kung di lang dahil sa'yo, di ko ito gagawin...kilala mo naman ako pagdating sa pagsusulat… pagawa mo na lahat sa akin huwag lang ang sumulat…pero dahil special ka kaya heto nagpapakatrying hard ako. Sana mag enjoy ka sa pagbabasa. Tinanong kita noon, kung maaalala mo pa. Sabi ko, “Ano bang gusto mo?” . Sumagot ka agad, “Gawan mo ko ng article.” Sabi ko sa sarili ko ang hirap naman. Paano ako susulat para sa katulad mong isang henyo sa pagsusulat. Baka laitin mo lang ang piece ko. Pero sanay na ako sa mga panlalait mo, actually sabi mo nga di mo naman ako nilalait, nagsasabi ka lang ng totoo. Tanggap ko na talagang pagdating sa pag express ng feeling ay mahina ako mapa oral o written man. Sanay naman akong sumulat, iyon nga lang pagsagot sa email sa office at sa daddy ko. Kung minsan nga pinapacheck ko pa sa’yo mga e mails ko para siguradong tama bago ko ipadala. Alam mo ba habang ginagawa ko to ngayon kausap kita sa phone. Nagagalit ka kapag di ako sumas...
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