It's a phase
There's this story that I began writing last October, supposedly for FFO Quistis month. Anyone who's read this story would only recall a coffee enthusiast obsessed with our favorite FF8 instructor gal, dwelling in a universe where a man who isn't attracted to her is either autistic or dead.

I remember a lot more, of course. I remember trying to course through this medium - in a way one would exploit a decoy - a months-long repressed emotion that's been karate-punching me at the chest since the last quarter of last year.

Okay, however droll, trite or unoriginal this sounds, "There's this girl..."

*sighs*

Am I in trouble? I don't know, maybe not. It's not like I carry her platinum-lined, laminated picture near the heartbeat-warmed recesses of my bosom day-in and day-out. It's not like I have a ready reservation in a romantic bayside restaurant every night in the off-chance that she and I would work equally longer one night and bump into each other entering the elevator come going-home time. It's not like I ordered personalized plate numbers with her initials in it.

It's just that whenever I'm looking at her, I couldn't stop smiling. She passes like a wisp of envigoratingly soft wind that recharges my very soul from the inside out. She strikes me almost as pure inspiration, a beautiful sonnet made form, a delicate being that should be handled with so much care. She's like this... well...

You know it's funny, for an aspiring writer like myself, how often words fail me...

She's... something like the reason why the long and deep sigh was invented.

I have no words for it, really.

And I am in trouble.

Or maybe it's just a phase.

I hope so...

FIRST POST!!!
Dis blog is secret. No one knows it exists. Not even my better half.

But you know. Because I told you. And it's because I trust you with the accounts that I will leave here. Expressions and confessions that will be found nowhere else.

I hope you'll prove yourself worthy of my trust.

Or else I will EAT YOU!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!