tik tok on the clock



but the party doesn't stop




profile
Hi.
I'm the girl...
who's born on Christmas Eve,
who's too shy to say hello to a stranger,
who was in Crescent NPCC,
who's now in ACJC,
who's ambition is to work in the music industry,
who's ambition is also to open a cafe somewhere,
who's ambition is also to become a teacher,
who is apparently very indecisive,
who writes songs and hopes that they'll be played on the radio someday,
who plays the guitar but isn't very good at it,
who sings in the shower,
who admires Meryl Streep and Amy Adams and Johnny Depp,
who thinks Selena Gomez should stick to acting,
who daydreams half the time,
who records these daydreams and spins them into stories,
who is a hopeless romantic,
who wishes that fairytales would come true,
who loves english literature,
who cannot stand mathematics and doesn't see the point of logarithms and quadratic equations,
who has zoophobia,
who doesn't want to bungee jump,
who doesn't like tomatoes but likes ketchup,
who likes blueberry pancakes,
who likes to eat raspberries,
who doesn't mind not being number one,
who can fake a smile easily,
who knows faking smiles isn't good,
who likes making people laugh,
who knows how it feels to be left out,
who is sometimes completely random,
who believes that loneliness is underrated,
and whose name is Althea.

tagboard




If Cupid had a Heart,
Thursday, February 10, 2011 @ 6:42 PM


I think I might like you.

.... No, I think I know I like you.

Does that make sense?

The best part is I am quite certain you don't like me back. Figures. I always end up liking people who have an interest in other girls. I suppose I should get used to it.

Seriously. If you like someone, you should tell them how you feel.

But somehow, I can't. It'll be awkward, seeing as how we're rather good friends now.

At least I think we're considered good friends. We are, right?

Looks like this Valentine's will just be another reason to bang my head against the wall because I can't find it in myself to tell you how I feel about you.

do you ever think, when you're all alone, all that we could be - where this thing could go?