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i am not a huggy person. i give hugs rarely. and only to the best people.
i love big dogs.
i can be a morning person, if need be. if not, i am very cranky.
i am not very fond of balloons. nor clowns.
i hate small talk.
i chew the tip of my straws if and when i use them.
i enjoy 'fake' strawberries.
i'm very good at licking ice cream, but bad at biting burgers.
i love my stapler.
you'll know it when i don't hear you when i smile a lot.
i am the most un-romantic person i know.
contrary to popular belief, i do cry easily.
i bite.

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Sunday, April 29, 2007
Get a move on

Sometimes others want you to move on just because they have, too. Maybe it's not because they don't want you at a standstill. They're just guilty at having nudged everything else that includes you into oblivion and they think you deserve to get back at them by moving on yourself. Fine, move on.



But when you don't think there's anything to close (okay that didn't come out right), or when you think that there's the slightest chance of saving anything and make hearts start beating again (parang isang Mae song), please reconsider. Or just hang on for a while and see how things turn up. If everything goes right, bravo. If otherwise, that's why God made friends and ice cream. :D



Sometimes detachment is good. You get to see everything in it's place without getting involved. It lets you see the big picture and gives you an objective prospective on what's really going on.



And we just have to give someone space when he needs it. It's not revenge or an it's-your-turn-to-be-cold-and-distant attitude. We have to understand that maybe that's also what we need when we're in the other's shoes (or Crocs, ehem).



So please don't do anything rash. Or else I have to box two pairs of ears. Or more. :D





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