Reasons to Love Chris Evans (even more)

You are probably here because: (a) you are curious or (b) you already love Chris Evans and you just want to see more of him. Well, I'm guaranteeing you that you will love Chris even more after reading this blog. I will not promise you that this post will be rated PG or G, you know there will be a lot of Chris' highlights  in this post.*winks*  Without further ado, here are the reasons to love Christopher Robert Evans even more:

irony

noun  iro·ny  \ˈī-rə-nē also ˈī(-ə)r-nē\

• 
  : the use of words that mean the opposite of what you really think especially in order to be funny
• : a situation that is strange or funny because things happen in a way that seems to be the opposite of what you expected
• (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/irony)

First Day

November

Thursday

Classroom

Smiling

Jovial

Last Day

March

Thursday

Same Room

Upset

Disappointed

               You make the best irony without even knowing it. I was expecting something like " I had a good semester with you, hope you had a good one too." It's so sad that it all ended like that. Thank you anyways, I had the best semester.

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I would

If I could listen to your favorite songs with you, I would…

Re-haunted

Hi. Lately I have been thinking about my post (http://kisshajane.blogspot.com/2016/01/haunted.html).

It was about a certain girl, and now she is still being haunted by that certain feeling.

I checked her out, and observed if she is still undergoing the process of 'moving on', from what I had observed... She is now okay, but I think she will do the wrong thing again for the same person. I asked her directly why she was still doing it again, she heaved a deep sigh and simply said '' I don't know" in a very low voice.  Sadness was evident in her eyes. Oh such a poor creature I told to myself. This time I was just staring at her, she was gazing at a blank and it seems like she brought her own self in another dimension. I was planning to shake her shoulders to bring her back to reality, but I just  let her be. I was puzzled by what she was feeling, why was she doing this to herself again.

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I was still staring at her, then suddenly all the colors of the world was seen in her body, it seems like the sadness was instantly washed away in seconds. I can feel that she saw someone from her peripheral view, her eyes followed a person that was around. Then I told to myself  "Alas! it must be him." Her own kind of paradox -  the person that keeps feeling you alive yet constantly killing you.

What a sad story she have. I asked myself '' Are there people that also feel like what she does?" If there are, then what a sad world we have.

Our Times

Hello everyone! I know that it's only been two days since my last post - not very me-ish. Usually, it will take me a month or even a year or so to publish a new blog-post, that is how I am very good at procrastinating. But since there is no law saying 'thou shall not post a new blog immediately after the last one'', I'm going to take this chance to share something I recently watched (or maybe advertise a movie).

Haunted

This is a story of a real person-not me, not you.

A certain girl was fond of a boy. This girl set her eyes to this boy who happened to have typical physical assets, nothing special. But this boy has many achievements, without knowing it the girl was intimidated by him. Seeing him is a joy and an agony at the same time. The joy of feeling his presence is enough to sustain her life span, but it kills her every time that no words of appreciation for each other's presecence is coming out of their mouth generated by their brains full of words.