I don't like to be called a hopeless romantic. I guess I perceive being a hopeless romantic as a weakness. I hate to be described as someone who goes googly-eyed over a guy. I hate to be described as someone who puts a guy in the center of her universe. I hate to be described as a princess waiting for her prince to sweep her off her feet. Darn, I hate that. But the thing is, I am one. I hate to admit that I'm...
I guess that's why I like going to formal occasions, like our GradBall last Tuesday at the Mandarin Hotel. I love dressing up and as you can see in the pictures, I love pink! As Miki describes, "so typically Chubbs." I love dancing with someone I like and I love kilig moments. (Gosh, this is really turning out to be M-U-S-H-Y...) Unfortunately for me, nothing close to romantic happened last Tuesday. Just dancing that made me dizzy, pictur picturan with the melting ice sculpture, and thousands of trips to the bathroom. Although it could have been more memorable if I hadn't been so suplada. Hrm... I could have grabbed the chance. Hay...
To say my lovelife is complicated is wrong. Like many things in life, I just make it complicated by thinking too much. As many people know, it's as simple as you like each other or you don't, right? If the guy you like doesn't like you back, just move on, right? After all, only human feelings are involved here. The complications of love and like just make it all the less romantic. No fairy tale endings here, princess!
Oh well, being a romantic doesn't work out everyday. I guess I'd have to postpone my princess get-up for my next formal occasion, which is Ate Cel (my cousin) and Kuya Sonny's wedding next year. I can't wait to fit my apple green gown as much as my sister, Paula can't wait to get her hands on her flower girl dress! And maybe by my cousin's wedding, my prince will already be by my side.
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