Wasted

*cue Come One, Come All by All Time Low*

I feel like my body's about to break down.

Presented a design project alone(though my groupmates really helped a lot, so can't complain there), my summer break was only one day long, no money for Yugioh, and the summer semester has already started. Not to mention there's this never-ending problem that seems to follow the laws of entropy and is making its way towards the state of maximum disorder. I'm ALMOST fed up.

Almost. Because I still think there's a solution that everyone has realized by now, but no one has the fucking balls to suggest it. Why don't they say it out? Pride? Screw pride, our freaking guild is in jeopardy because of your fucking pride.

Should I fucking step up now? Should I take all the burden? Should I not consider my welfare just so every one else becomes happy? I don't know. But I think someone needs to man up as soon as possible because this shit is taking its toll on everyone despite being so pointless.

Damn.

Assumptions.

It was obvious you had a problem with something and I was not supposed to know about it. And since realistically we're not that close, I felt I didn't have a right to even inquire about it. The best I can do is assume.

Here I go again with assumptions. Yes, assumptions helped me pass EEE 101. But it won't help me now. I've been assuming for more than a month now that I had the slightest chance if I exerted effort, but still, no signs of you even remotely liking me can be found. That, or I'm so naive that I never realized you were giving out signs. I'll just assume the former because it's safer to assume the worst case scenario.

There's that friend of yours I assumed to be someone who likes you, or someone you like. Did he confess and you're thinking about the proper response? I have no way of knowing. Unless you tell me. Or I finally see you holding hands with him.

Are you finally going to tell me to stop liking you? Because I'm actually cool with that. It's only been about 50 days since I started REALLY liking you, a pretty short span of time IMO. If this really happens, I'll still shed a tear or two, but I'll be really happy. Because I will finally be free if this happens. I'll cherish those memories - the first time I had a conversation with you, UP Fair, that Valentine's Day, those two times that we were alone in the hangout, those walks we had, how you greeted me first thing in the morning on my birthday, the time we watched Running Man together. I'm hoping for the off-chance that you felt the same way I did during those times. But still, I'm not really betting on it. I'll cherish those memories, and recall them if I need happy thoughts.

You already gave me the best days of my life yet. But I won't be surprised if you will give me one of the worst.

Waking Up on the Brightside

*V-I-C-T-O-R-Y Girls!* goes my phone, placed near my pillow in case of emergencies.

" Who the fuck dare wakes me up with a text?" I thought at first. Still groggy, I opened the message.

"Happy Birthday. :D" - Marise 6:23AM

*speechless*

Feels

Exam.

Exam.

 Exam after exam.

Stress.

It was a good thing that my Korean professor dismissed us early. "I can still refresh my memory on this shit," I thought.

Just then, I saw you, sitting on a really small chair beside one of the multiple kiosks lined up on that hill. My heart raced. We weren't that close yet, and as far as I know, we haven't really talked to each other much. I don't even know if you know me even we were in the same organization.

I gathered my courage, slowly walked up to you and said, "Hi!" Fortunately, you recognized me and smiled back. "What a relief!" I thought.

That was the first time we had a conversation. I don't really know what we talked about. All I can remember is that you were waiting for some event at the nearby museum for your Art Stud class and I ranted about how I don't really have an idea about the exam I'm about to have. Yeah, we talked mostly about how our studies are going.

Still, those thirty minutes, thirty minutes that I had you to myself, thirty minutes for me to break all your first impressions of me, thirty minutes that made me so happy. Thirty minutes...

...And  I fell.

I Got A Feeling

You were pissed by all the shit happening within our world. Well, who isn't?

You decided to just write that paper due whenever. Still too pissed, you just decided to watch some shit saved on your laptop. Being the curious guy that I am, I asked you what the fuck you were going to watch. 

You clicked on a Kwiyomi Vid by some guy named Ilhoon. Seriously, that shit was wack as fuck. I dont know how much he got paid to do that, but yeah, I enjoyed it. Not because it was good, but because you were the one I watched it with.

I was too shocked when you removed an earphone and asked me to put it on. "Is this really happening?" I thought. I put it on without hesitation. Suddenly, I found myself being engulfed by my emotions. I managed to control it, because if I didn't, it would be the end of me, of us.

You asked me if I wanted to watch Running Man with you. I know you knew what I would answer. The moment you clicked on that video, I became scared of what would happen. If the people around us notice, we'll be the object of their chatter, and I know you hate that. If they cooperated, how would I make the viewing experience not awkward? Will we get to finish this shit? Do you like me at least a little now?

Thankfully, I did not let these thoughts get to me. A while later, we were laughing together. That was some funny shit right there. And I like your anti-JoKwon comments, how you wanted him to get eliminated already, and how you hate how gay he is. Eunjung was in that episode, but I couldn't make much comments about her.

The whole time we were watching, I was too busy containing all my feelings for you. I could've confessed that time, but I didn't. I didn't want the moment to end just because I got a little too carried away. I suddenly noticed that we were the only ones left on that side of our world. All our comrades were on the other side, and I knew what they were thinking. " Those two are having a moment, don't say anything, let them be" "Are you happy now, bro?" I was thankful that they knew what to do to make our moment last.

I was always waiting for scenes with a dark background. That way, your perfectly white and shining face would be so visible on the screen of your laptop. I could monitor how you look like when you smiled, when you were serious, when you were laughing. But I still paused from watching the show to look directly at your face every now and then. Damn it! You're gorgeous. I even find that pimple you scratched yesterday to be cute. Goddamn it! Am I really this serious about you? 

First.

Note:
Since the writer doesn't feel like writing "fairy tales" anymore (he was just in a vulnerable state when he started writing the first one), he'll just write his thoughts here because apparently, he's too fucking in love to care about what's going on in the world (he still fanboys over Hello Venus and Girls' Day occasionally, though). Get ready for some mushiness, folks. (woah! I almost forgot that this blog doesn't even have an audience)

Failed again.

Ever since I lost motivation in life, I got bombs in exams here and there. I'm was too pissed at myself for not trying my best yet I don't do anything about it. If I got paid for every night that I worried whether I will graduate as an ECE Student or not, I'll be... I don't really know. *sigh*

To brush off all my worries, I decided to go to a Korean culture fest in our home college with a bunch of my friends. One of our high school friends was competing in the speech contest but I know we didn't come just for that. We went because we saw that as an opportunity to look at girls and hope for "sparks." Also, I got information that the girl my best friend had a crush on for a while now was competing too.(Let's call her Kimchi).Too much "sparks"-searching.

Honestly, shit that went down there got really boring instantly. Aside from abyssmal singing, gayness, and overly delusional fangirls, we missed Kimchi's performance(which others said was horrible as well), our high school friends stuttered during her speech, and none of the performers passed our standards(and my standards back then was pretty low). I wanted to leave as soon as I can, if only we didn't meet our sunbaes there. *sigh*

It was the last performance of the event and my eyes suddenly got attracted to a pair of beautiful white legs. She was wearing pink shorts back then, white shirt which stuck to the contours of her perfectly fine body, and tied her hair in a ponytail. I was stunned. My friends also took notice of her, and immediately, we assessed her just like how boys do every time a half-decent girl passes by. They didn't like her that much, and I, being the shy boy that I am, agreed. But still, we cheered as load as we could because finally, a "half-decent" girl was on stage.

Loving you~ ooohhhh~ oohhhh~
나 어떻게 what should I do~

"Perfect," I mumbled to myself.

They got down from the stage and immediately went for the open area next to the dressing room. Since I had connections, I could go to that area without getting scolded, and I did. I got a closer look at her. She was as white as the shirt she was wearing, yet her height and her braces turned me off a bit.(Back then, I liked petite girls, preferably with geeky glasses, and I was not an advocate of braces). Still, there was this ghost inside me that said "Hell Yeah!" when I got a closer look.

"Perfect," I mumbled to myself.

I realized that I wouldn't really get another chance to see that girl again, so I just brushed off those worthless feels back then. I never thought destiny would pave a way.

Fairy Tail #1: Resurrection

Note: Somehow inspired by Happy Together Season 3's Police Station episode featuring the top comedians of 2012. And yes, this is pure fiction. The writer gives his apologies to Boohwal and any other people he might mention. He didn't mean any harm.

Picture unrelated. I just had to put a picture before
the break  so that it doesn't look too weird. And Never Forget
seems to fit this story well.