it's all about him
so if this will bother you stop reading right now

so can i gush?

can i tell you how immediately after lunch sunday he rushed over to manila (sunday afternoon traffic at the north luzon expressway and all) so that we could spend part of the weekend together? and how he didn't complain when the meeting place changed from rockwell to UP to starbucks madison all within three hours?

can i tell you how he calls -- right before class at six, or first thing in the morning, or right before going to bed -- just so that we can hear each other's voices? last night, while i was driving home from UP to BF, he called right after his meeting and when he found out that we were both driving, he kept me on the phone until i got home and he knew i was safe already.

and can i tell you that sometimes, no most of the time, he rocks my world?

it's too soon, i know (it's been three weeks only) and maybe, as before, i'm jumping without looking again. maybe i should play it cool and pretend to not care. maybe instead of thinking about how nice it is when we're together i should concentrate on upcoming exams and deadlines. maybe i should heed my brother's warning about how men will go all out to win you and stop right in the middle of it to see if you're hooked, and when you are, like a drug dealer, make life a wee bit difficult for you by withholding the things that you have so gotten used to.

but when you've found someone you can laugh with at eleven in the evening when it's brownout at home and you're sitting outside your house while he's a hundred kilometers away from you, you don't really think anymore. you enjoy the moment. when you've found someone who inspires you to fix both your life (especially when you haven't planned beyond the bar exam in september 2005) and your room (he's so OC you felt ashamed when he fixed the junk you've had in the backseat of your car for the longest time), you tell yourself that to hell with everything, this is a person i wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with. of course, there's a bit of a problem though: he still has to feel the same way.

so, if i gush, forgive me. forgive me if we're chatting and all i can mention is his name and what he's done in the last 24 hours and how he's "the one".

and if i walk around with my head in the clouds and with a goofy grin in my face, don't try to snap your fingers in front of my eyes just to bring me back down to earth. cloud 9 is nice, and although i'd love to share a small spot for you, i'm reserving the space beside me for him for the meantime.

my name is rosa, and i'm addicted to love.

say hi.

-oOo-

what is it with me a la salle people?
same school, different boy

never mind that la salle lost in the big game. at least la salle has this amazing dude for an alumna.

go on. read his blog.