Friday, December 30, 2005

A Morning Of Memories

I cleaned some of my stuff when I got home this morning. Sorted through years worth of letters, notes, notices etc. Can't help but remember how I would avidly write everyone before. Everyday, a new note, a new letter...and I see myf riends daily. Kids! Hahaha! I wanna be one again. I wanna find someone I can write letters to. I wanna find someone I can send short notes to. Sweet nothings of love and friendship, of promises and dreams, of crushes and naughty thoughts. Ahhhhh~
Had dinner last night with the guys (Randell, Mikey and Ryan) at CPK Morato. Shucks! Had fun but we found some creepy crawly things on out pasta. Ewwww~ Then we transferred to Bucky's. Kwentuhan to the maximum level!

Then, just a few minutes backI finished watching Patch Adams over HBO. Cried a great deal. Hell, that feels good. Frustration when unreleased has a way of getting to my nerves...Ugh~
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