P-inch me out of this P-iercing P-ain in my P-oor P-oor Heart. Heh.

After MUCH deliberation, I’ve decided I’m obligated to write this entry… to serve as memories in time to come… despite how unfavorable & adverse they may be.

P… The presence of P has caused such a dramatic stir in my unassuming life.

In this short course of time, he helped brought in a little fun, a LOT of excitement, and delivered entertaining thrills for my amusement.

He was there.

I was vulnerable.

I got trapped, and worse, attracted.

Sigh.

*** Attracted to what, Phi?! P’s a clown, P’s a player, P’s a disruption to the healing of your emotional health. P is a Pain in the ass Player! ***

:S I’m P-etrified. How P-athetic can I get? P-fft!

Each time I look at P, a peculiar sensation entraps my feelings as I take in P’s grago looks and mini Mohawk-do. My gaze would shift from P’s face to P’s body to P’s sweet ride and I’d purse my lips together.

“What the hell are you thinking, Phi??!” – my sad sad mind would say.

But my momentary glee can’t be ignored too. P makes me happy. P makes me smile. P has my heart skipping a beat each time we walk pass each other, as our shoulders brush faintly… especially so when we catch each other stealing glances at the other through the corner of our eyes. I miss that sorta excitement. And he gives me that. What can I do?

Double sigh.

But I’m old game to him now (that damn P-layer).

So what’s next?

S I G H .

I’m on a mental ex-P-dition. Would you like to take a trip with me?

:S

P-inch me out of this P-iercing P-ain in my P-oor P-oor Heart.