Wow. Almost 2 weeks without blogging.  Tintinnabulation!

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Dear You,

Today, my life has been changed in a way I cannot yet accept. I have so many questions running through my mind. Please consider my delicate heart. I am as a glass child and to lose you would shatter me.

How is it that so much time spentloving and caring for a person can suddenly crumble to the ground? How can words of tender endearments suddenly be turned to comments of blind hatred and revenge? Why is change such a feared presence? Where is it we go when we step outside of the comfort of familiarity? How do we recreate joy when so much is trapped beneath the rubble of failure? Where is the strength to pick up all of the delicate shards that reflect the beauty of true love? Is there a cloth thick enough to wipe away the blood of our bleeding hearts? How can we absorb the surrounding happiness of our friends when our closest friendship has been sapped of any reminder of happiness? Why, if we still breathe, does life end until the rocky moment of acceptance? How does love end?

It takes some getting use to. The transition between love and friendship is a blurry path. Please remember you have been in my shoes once before. And remember that time is of essence for our friendship, and our friendship is of essence for our survival.

Signed,

ME.

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At long last, I've met Techie Idiot or Rainne. The fashionista gurl/lifestyle editor/hairdresser/make-up artist/Boracay lover/loving friend/girlfriend after planning for ages. Again, it's better if sometimes, we do things unplanned because if we plan one, chances are, it won't push thru. We did plan before to meet but unfortunately, our sched doesn't match. Good thing that the cafe that I was visiting is only a stone's throw away from her place and that's it. A couple of text away, I was with her already.

Techie is really a certified fashionista. I've imagined this gurl saying these phrases. "Sorta" "Dearie" and the like. True, true, true eventhough she didn't say them. I told her that we miss her entries. She's just soooo busy because she was transferred to another department. Anyway, she's cool. Very warm. No airs at all. When we've met, it seems that I know her for years already.

Thanks for being so nice Techie! You're really a "kikay" one. Love your orange dangling earrings!!! =)

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I wanted to die when the peepz at our office voted me to date this hunky dude. Err. I'm sorry. I'm not into blind dating. I'm not into guys who play ball especially volleyball. He's a spiker. A good one. Very athletic. Clean cut. So fair. Tall. Great abs. Looks like a model.

Not my type.

I want a rocker looking dude. Piercing eyes. Goatee. Long hair.

It's a joke. A big joke. Embarassing. Why did I won that stupid dating game where in the first place, I don't wanna join it?!!!! It's a popularity contest. Choose this single girl to date this singly guy. We were like 15 gals and there were also 15 guys. If you like this gal or guy to win, place a sticker on her name. When I saw my name there with no sticker, I've wished that someone will at least place a sticker or two and I'll be happy. It's like an ego thing you know. Anyway, I don't want to date somebody, all I wanted to have is a little sticker or two to prove to the world that at least, they know this little old me. But hell, my name was bombarded with stickers! Unbelieveable. What am I going to do? Suddenly, this little old me was being stared at. Yeah gurl, heads up. Miss Congeniality! I had my 15 minutes of fame. I had it before too but that was when I've hit our goals but a date with Mr. Toothpaste Ad Model? Yikes!

"Hey gurl, what dress are you going to wear?”  “What shoes?” “Let's have your hair relaxed again.” “Who's going to do your make-up?” “Don't be too hyper okay?” “Be demure for once.” “Pretend that you're a bit stupid.” “Don't act like a cowboy etc. etc."

Sigh. Good luck to me! =(