i was, like, watching the movie with my friends dionne and pia jackie, and there was, like, this scene where he wakes up from a bad dream, and he sort of sits up and reveals the finely sculpted megadeliciousness that is his chest, finds out the person he has to kill is actually his wife, and he says something like sweet jesus mother of god! and he was, like, sooo overly sexy cute and delicious i could swear i was blushing because all i could think of was making babies with him, and i was, like, sooo embarrassed at myself i almost didnt want to look... marrying him and going to colombia for our honeymoon and making cute little babies...
Sunday, June 12, 2005 @ 12:05 AM
licensed chemical engineer
shopaholic
twentyish
manila
bigger boobies!!!
oh, and um, world peace
... for a little while,
but only for a little while.
because i've learned that
love was rare and love was fleeting.
and you take it where you find it,
not letting yourself have regrets.
and you keep it as long as you could,
which was always never long enough...
girls are like apples on trees.
the best ones are at the top of the tree.
the boys don't want
to reach for the good ones
because they're afraid of
falling and getting hurt.
instead they just get the rotten apples
that are on the ground,
that aren't as good,
but easy.
so the
apples at the top think that
there is something wrong with them,
when in reality, they are amazing.
that is why we just have to
be a little patient,
and the right boy,
the one who takes a chance
to find the good, right apple,
will come someday...
