The Belle of San Miguel Avenue
Ortigas has been the venue of many unforgettable roadside experiences for me. On my way from Medical Plaza to Coffee Bean, I was followed by a blood-red Chevy Cruze. At first I thought he was going to park by Octagon but when he continued to cruise beside me to the intersection, I had to stop and take a look at what was up. It was an absolutely kick-ass ride and I would've given the dude a chance if his first words to me weren't "Nice ass!". Ha!
Who can ever forget the
bra incident on Pearl Drive???
Making room for new memories
How the hay am I going to make new memories when all I want to do now is sleep and hibernate?! Haha. Ironic that I have become the you that I hated.
I wonder what it means that I am sleeping so soundly these days and waking up with a smile for the odd but exciting dreams I've been having... I so prefer to stay in and sleep sleep sleep over partying these days. Huh.
Destiny is the bridge you build to the one you love
Boy: Have you no pity for his girlfriend? You're making a fool of her.
Girl: Huh. Look who's talking...?!@#$%
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Girl: Why are we here after all these years?
Boy: Because you know me. Because I know you... And you're the coolest girl I know.
Ah. Everything happens for a reason. And the reason is you, honey ko.
As for the question of destiny... all I know is that even when destiny really wants to accomplish something, it can't do it alone. You still have to go to that restaurant. You still have to show up. You still have to build a bridge... to the one you love. --- Charlie Bellow, My Sassy Girl
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This is why I kick ass
I rode the edge coaster, walked the sky walk and did everything looking lovely in the photos.
If I got over my fear of heights, there's mosdef nothing I can't do. So the man I deserve is someone who is not intimidated by how kick-ass I am. Not some man-child who gets insecure by my paycheck being double his.
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A friend insisted cute means ugly but interesting. Well. I stand by Merriam-Webster and it defines cute as attractive, or pretty especially in a childish, youthful or delicate way. So yeah Abby, I'm still cute as can be. Meeeow. Or kick ass. KA if you may.
The 47-second Affair
When I realized you were the one on the line, my heart started to flutter and it raised me up to a feeling so high, it was like being drunk and doped at the same time. Your voice was all my ears wanted to listen to... the rest of the world became a sequence in one of Charlie Chaplin's films. Your name slipped from my lips so casually and it felt like we were locked in a sweet sweet kiss. I had to close my eyes because the colors jumped out of objects and became so bright while they shimmered and glimmered. I felt enveloped with pixie dust and the only thoughts in my head were nothing short of happy ones. Time is ever longer in dreams and in that rather short phone call, I was in your arms, breathing in your distinct manly breath, and caressing your stubbly cheek with my soft own. You had no girlfriend. You were mine. Our future involved an intimate wedding on the beach, a 3-bedroom home in the South and babies. We named our baby champ Chase and our little princess Morgan. They grew up loved and sheltered but self-reliant and intent on being productive members of the society. We grew old in our simple beachfront manse and took our last breaths beside each other on the deck.
When we said goodbye, I was brought back to the reality that we could never be more than what we are now. It was lovely, still. I'd rather have had that short moment than not at all. And you would still be the person who makes me happy simply by existing.
What would you do for me my sweet cherubic baby
Ideally way up high and lovely
Inception is the SHIT!
Some dude posted this on Twitter and I just have to say that unless you're African-American, it's just so wrong to use this word in the positive. For us normal people, this is still synonymous to crap or anal excrement or stool. Inception is mosdef not crappy. In fact, it's a film I prolly would be watching ten thousand times once I get a hold of a copy in DVD. If you're not coffee-skinned, don't use gangsta talk please. It's like using the N-word and we were all raised to be politically-correct. Don't disappoint me.
In other news, I was getting my nicotine fix on the 6th and in the absence of human interaction, a thought popped in my head. You know how couples are getting their uni-names these days like Brangelina, TomKat and Speidi? Well, if an assbag and a hoebag hooked up, they'd be called ASSHOE. Haha. I have the sickest way of entertaining myself.
Two years ago, I booked flights to Davao for four. Now, I'm booking flights to CamSur for two and I'm Über excited because this time, I'd only have to worry about spending for one. I kick ass.
Oh, someone in Thailand enjoyed reading my blog. Hello there. [I've been in this cyber-stalking business for so long that I know who reads me. *high five*]
Stay there because I'll be coming over
A few weeks ago, I was at a friend's place when, by accident, we happened upon her box containing photos and memories of past boyfriends. Said box and similar boxes, for that matter, shall now be called the "X-Box".
I had the courage to open my own X-box yesterday. It's the only one I have... Because I never had any relationship before you that was long enough to have enough memories to fill a box. Ticket stubs, restaurant receipts, amusement park tags, photos, love letters and random things that would've otherwise been merely trash... They were all there, beckoning for me to come reminisce about the good old days and remember that before the hurt, there was joy and contentment. I've heard of many stories of how people ended up with cynicism and paranoia so strong that their hearts were too hardened to let anyone in after losing their hearts to someone who just threw it away. I waited in the past months for that moment for me to realize I have become just as they are... That the pain was so terrible that I just can't let myself fall in love again. It never came. On the contrary, I find myself softer and readier for love than ever. And it is still because of you.
Everyday I wake up and I am psyched to awaken to the possibility that that day could be the day when someone would make me so infinitely happy that I won't care if the same person could just leave me and break my heart again. That thought in itself is sooo beautiful. Thank you... for loving me so much to change me from the insanely cautious womyn that I was. I know I'd be a better girlfriend (or even wife) to the next dude because of your love.
There was this one letter you wrote in which you enumerated all the things you liked about me. It's nice to think that for someone who hates expressing deep emotions, you wrote me letters. Haha. Love letters are still the best way to show one's love, I strongly believe. Well. Those things you wrote are such minute details of my self that it warmed my heart and reminded me of how much you liked me. By God, someone could like me THAT much to pay attention to who I am and what I do. You are not the standard, btw. I've set my standards way before you came into my life. I suppose your purpose in my life is to show me what commitment and honesty to my self can do. And standards are best left to text messaging fees and broadband subscriptions. Love is the only reason to be with a person. So here it goes again... Thank you.
To the next guy... I'm here. I'm yours. I'm ready. All you have to do is ask. It's never too soon. I'm back to reckless abandon. To our sweet sweet disposition. Meow.
In case you were wondering...
I still have the same login information on everything.
iammyown@gmail.com, yah? Prophecy fulfilled, Mister.
Let's get lost
You and I. In each other's eyes.
The pain is over. Thank you. ♥
