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  • Confessions of an Instagrammer #4

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    I booked this trip weeks ago thinking that if I was physically out of his reach, then he would miss me.

    I imagine him waiting for me to bring him his favorite afternoon snack or calling my phone and realizing that I could not help him review the grammar of his English essay.

    I just want him to feel that void. Hurt you a little bit just enough for him to love me back.

    Well, I am now at the highest peak of Hong Kong, seeing a stunning view of the city’s skyline and I am not happy.

    I miss you.

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    Hong Kong #wanderlust #travel

  • Confessions of an Instagrammer #3

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    Dear You, 

    Stop giving me mixed signals. Okay? Stop pm-ing me late at night “hellos” and winking emojis. Do me the favor and stop because I know I am so stupid to reply every single time. Even when I know that anytime you can simply drop the conversation without saying goodnight or bye. Or brb.

    You know, I try so hard to make my every response interesting enough to make sure that you reply.

    Stop it. Okay?

    It’s bad enough that you act like you don’t know me when we see each other.

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    I need a hug. #clingy

  • Confessions of an Instagrammer #2

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    The cupcake I’ve ordered arrives. It is a chocolate cupcake with mint-flavored green frosting, chocolate chips and strings of chocolate syrup on top. It’s carefully laid down on a dainty little embroidered cloth. It’s like this cupcake place is made for Instagram.

    It’s Instaworthy.

    I immediately get my phone from my old Jansport on a seat beside me. I try my best to get the best angle, shooting from every possible position. I try to shoot from the top, from the bottom, from the side and up close.

    As I was about to tap on my phone screen, someone walks by in the background, which ruins everything.

    It is him. With someone. A girl, who’s not his sister or his cousin.

    I should know because she is his girlfriend.

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  • Confessions of an Instagrammer

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    I wake up in the morning and the first thing that I do is take a selfie. 15 minutes later, I finally take a good shot. A shot that’s perfect in a way. Maybe not that perfect, but I do hope that it gets likes from my followers, at least a like from him.

    I try different filters on my photo. Each displaying the same face in a different light. I choose Walden since it gives an “I care about what people say but it doesn’t show” feel. 

    I decide not to upload it anyway. I think he is still asleep at this time. 

    To be continued…