"If We Were A Movie"
Hannah Montana

Uh oh
There you go again talking cinematic
Yeah you!
You're charming, got everybody star struck.
I know
How you always seem to go
For the obvious instead of me
But get a ticket and you'll see

[Chorus:]
If we were a movie
You'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend
You'd fall in love with
In the end we'd be laughing
Watching the sunset
Fade to black
Show the names
Play that happy song

(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
When you call me
I can hear it in your voice
Oh sure!
Wanna see me
And tell me all about her
La la
I'll be acting through my tears
I guess you'll never know
That I should win
An Oscar for this scene I'm in

[Chorus]

Wish I could tell you there's a twist
Some kind of hero in disguise
And we're together
It's for real
Now playing
Wish I could tell you there's a kiss
Like something more than in my mind
I see it
Could be amazing

[Chorus x3]

I'm not sure what I'd do when Monday comes, and my PS199 professor forces me to drop his class. I'm not pessimistic or anything (sure I'm still hoping that I wouldn't be among those unfortunate ones), but I just know that my work isn't at par with the rest of the class.

Most of my classmates who took PS110 under Ma'am C have the same problem.

I really don't know what to do. Suicide's on the list of options though. I mean, think about this.

To pass Module 3, I actually went to the foreign serials section on my own, borrowed five books from the social science section, did not sleep for two days straight, cut Spanish 10 and Bio 1, forgot to eat lunch and dinner, almost passed out the next day, barely had enough time to review for a PS 193 daily graded recitation (I got a perfect score, but I still made my classmates sweat. ^^; yeah, our class is that impressive one where nobody makes a mistake), got a dismal grade on an Econ 190.1 assignment, and worried and ranted about it so much that I've got my younger orgmates scared of taking the same 199 prof.

Please do not tell me that my effort is not enough, because that is not true.

PS199 is my priority. Yes, I have 21 units this sem, but if we actually divide a whole day of studying for those 7 subjects, here is how it would look like:

Econ 190.1- 3 hours
PS 193- 4 hours
Lingg130- Ummm... 2 seconds of worrying why I'm not learning anything
Span10- 2 hours
Bio 1- 1 hour
PS 186- 4 hours
PS 199- 9 hours.

This is assuming that I take a one-hour break for eating all three meals. Which I don't even do on the Wednesdays and weekends of this semester.

I just want to cry for an hour straight so that when I go to class on Monday I wouldn't be as emotional.

“You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.”

-Julie de Lespinasse-

I can't explain this very weird feeling.

It's almost like when I just finished reading the entire Fruits Basket manga, and I was thinking how sad it is that Tohru ended up with Kyou when she could just as easily have both Kyou and Yuki, perhaps even some of Hatori and Shigure (haha!). It's similar to the feeling I got when I read the last page of Fruits Basket and knowing that nothing more is going to follow.

It's almost like disappointment, but not quite...

It's kind of like when the author of the Bleach manga finally revealed that Inoue Orihime is in love with Ichigo, and I really hated that new angle because I think Ichigo and Rukia belong together. At the same time, I couldn't bear to think of how the whole thing's going to end, because I'm positive that Inoue is going to end up getting hurt, and I really really really like her character.

It's almost like sadness, but that does'nt quite capture it...

I also got this feeling whenever I read DN Angel. I like Riku, and I think Risa's characterization sucks and is totally cliched, but when I got to the later volumes, I kind of understood why she acted that way she did, and I got to appreciate her loyalty for Dark. Now, I like both of them equally, and I think that I'd be happy with whoever Daisuke chooses.

It's almost like indecision, but it's probably goes deeper than that...

It's like waiting for the final book of Harry Potter, and thinking it's probably going to cause me to go through massive depression for an entire month. Yet I know that I'm going to DIE if I don't get a copy of the 7th book.

It's sick, and very masochistic of me.

I just don't know what to do. Maybe it's time to start praying again...

Transformers is the movie of the year.

See it. Be amazed.