... pwera lang si murphy :(
how could i have been as thoughtless as to leave my baby in davao after a weekend of partying? there is no bigger bonehead than i.
i'm so sorry, murphy. i will never leave you again. in the meantime, you can clean ninin's house while you're still there.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Saturday, August 13, 2005
forever
that's my belly button, and my permanent daisy under it. gawd, i love my life!may i never be that stupid again, and may i always be this stupid forever.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
the one that got away
i just love the concept of having a One that Got Away -- the one who coulda woulda shoulda been The One. who for some reason or another just didn't fit perfectly into the big picture but still left an imprint that is sweet, sentimental and vaguely hilarious.
(this concept, by the way, came from an article written by mark macapagal sometime 2003. i loved that article so much that i actually sent him fan mail. i hope to God he never sees this blog =p)
i think everyone has a One that Got Away. it's almost always about an almost relationship with an almost perfect someone that plainly did not happen. and most of these One that Got Away stories take place over a short period of time, and thankfully just leave a heartache that can be cured by a long drive, a chocolate bar, a couple of cigarettes, and four pairs of new shoes.
my One that Got Away happened in summer 2003. it was short, unbelievably sweet, and totally unexpected. it is the stuff amateur poetry and teen romances are made of. and when the realization came that He was my One that Got Away, i derived a large measure of comfort from what a friend told me. "when i saw you two together for the first time, you had that aura of having already been friends for a million years."
the nice thing about completely recovering from the One that Got Away is that you'll get to spend dinner parties recounting every hilarious detail of what coulda woulda shoulda been.
i've completely gotten over my One that Got Away years ago, who is still very much the closet romantic and late night shrink he was two years ago. from what i read, he's having the time of his life still, and is still loved by all he meets.
happy birthday, my friend. everyone must have a One that Got Away in order to say they have truly lived. and it's great that of all the people who coulda woulda shoulda been, i'm glad you're the One... that Got Away.
(this concept, by the way, came from an article written by mark macapagal sometime 2003. i loved that article so much that i actually sent him fan mail. i hope to God he never sees this blog =p)
i think everyone has a One that Got Away. it's almost always about an almost relationship with an almost perfect someone that plainly did not happen. and most of these One that Got Away stories take place over a short period of time, and thankfully just leave a heartache that can be cured by a long drive, a chocolate bar, a couple of cigarettes, and four pairs of new shoes.
my One that Got Away happened in summer 2003. it was short, unbelievably sweet, and totally unexpected. it is the stuff amateur poetry and teen romances are made of. and when the realization came that He was my One that Got Away, i derived a large measure of comfort from what a friend told me. "when i saw you two together for the first time, you had that aura of having already been friends for a million years."
the nice thing about completely recovering from the One that Got Away is that you'll get to spend dinner parties recounting every hilarious detail of what coulda woulda shoulda been.
i've completely gotten over my One that Got Away years ago, who is still very much the closet romantic and late night shrink he was two years ago. from what i read, he's having the time of his life still, and is still loved by all he meets.
happy birthday, my friend. everyone must have a One that Got Away in order to say they have truly lived. and it's great that of all the people who coulda woulda shoulda been, i'm glad you're the One... that Got Away.
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