its sad when the people you know become people you knew, when you cant walk right past someone as if they were never a big part of your life..how you used to be able to talk for hours, and now you can barely even look at them. its just sad how things change, so much.
im a young woman with an old soul; i like the hot sun and the cold rain, the glamour of the city lights, the noise at a crowded bar, the silence of a book shelf. i love dumas, coelho and neruda, sunsets & ice cream, bubble baths & long walks. i believe that baguio is the ultimate therapy, joy is contagious, love can make people dizzy, and that people are innately good. some things i have but dont often use as much are crayons, a passport, a fairly accurately pitch, a blowtorch, baking pans and common sense. i have no pets, 1 god and three things i prize: my piano, my weak heart and the remains of a brain. i wish that men would make the most of what the came in: a big and open heart, a big and open mind, and a strong body thats graceful both at rest and in motion. ive had enough of handsome sadists, dim adonises and brilliant couch potatoes.