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  • Confessions of an Instagrammer #6

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    Surprisingly, he did remember my birthday. He greeted me hours late. Better late than never, right? I actually thought he would forget. I hid my birthday in my Facebook profile 6 months ago so there’s no way he would be reminded.

    Maybe he saw my birthday post in Instagram or the greetings on my wall. Maybe he intended for me to get disappointed, to watch the clock strike at 12:00 midnight of the next day, the day that was not my birthday.

    What the hell am I rambling for?! He remembered and that’s all that matters.

    He also gave me roses the next morning.

    I took the flowers and walked away. He followed me BTW.

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    #2Weeks <3

  • Confessions of an Instagrammer #5

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    Birthdays are overrated. At least, that was the old me talking. I did not understand how people could spend so much money and time to thoughtfully celebrate anniversaries of someone’s existence. All the thoughtful planning. What gift to wear. Who to invite. A birthday is just any other day.

    That changed when I started believing in the magic of a birthday wish. Or more truthfully, when I started becoming desperate for something to come true. Something like making him fall in love with me. This would be the third year since I started praying for this wish.

    For him to be mine since I had always been his.

    Time to make my wish. #birthday #hopeful

  • 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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