it was a startling single-life, when my thoughts maneuvered around self and family, tiger woods, baseball, checking nba stats, reading, watching prosaic films. my idea of sports three years ago didn't include humongous horses standing guard in case the home and away fans would descend to extreme inebriated violence. now, the left side of the road would be my oyster and bidding farewell to the green stuff isn't actually pleasant.never been much of a social person or a kitchen entity, my affections gravitate towards desolation. probably with a sprinkling of patience and practice i can whip up the finest dishes and who knows, throw a party to celebrate an event. that wouldn't include my betrothal as i did a sharon cuneta, not with gabby but with kiko. which one of of the megastar's marriages persevered?
henceforth, although i have to compromise with lights and space. i get to listen to muse, metallica, and tool. understand the intricacies of darts. learn more about stumps and wickets. move with the crowd at white hart lane and cheer for the spurs with the gangly bean poles. have someone tie my shoe laces. romance is not maudlin gibberish. it's actually sweet.
1 comment:
vaun, i'm SOOO happy for you. you have found the THE ONE as they would say. bliss always. mwah!
btw i didn't know you also do blogger.
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