What-els is there to talk about? 
But, still,.. you’re the best.
Annual inbox cleaning.
It’s 20k12, new year, fresh start. It’s the time we attempt to alter ourselves as we change the calendars. Let us start with unloading some unnecessary stuff that we’ve been carrying around for quite some time. Tadaahh. First target: Phone’s inbox. There’s really nothing interesting in my inbox, a number of send to all messages from my crush, (in which not a single message was directly addressed to me. But I still keep them anyway. Urgh. Do I need to explain why?? Duh!) plenty of text brig from my orgs (which I don’t really give a damn sometimes), and of course, reminders from my great Mom e.i “galingan sa buhay”, “uminom ng vitamins”, “wag magpuyat” blahblahdibladiblah.. I might have carelessly obliterated everything not until I came across this text message from my former not-really-crush-but-something-like-that-but-less-all-the-pagnanasa.
He said I am the best (or I was). And I don’t care if he meant it or not (I don’t even want to know as evidences would surely lead into negative results). But I believed him because he has a good reputation plus I find my sincerity detector quite reliable. HAHA. Anyway, the point here is that it’s nice when someone thinks you’re great/best or someone who matters and capable of doing something relevant. Maybe, not so many people think of me that way (cause I do extremely irrelevant and stupid things and I am usually noncaring person aka I am too self-absorbed, I don’t pursue the greater good) that’s why I have to save these kind of messages to remind me that I can be best.
