since our last names started with letters C, D, E and we find ourselves in mr. glynn's chaotic and barbaric homeroom class. at first, we hardly talked and then next thing we knew, it was in homeroom that we put our make ups on, freshen up, and beautify. couple weeks after, we were discussing our lovelives and personal issue with each other.
there wasn't a time i can remember i didn't tell her anything. as far as i knew, she knew everything about me. even if i don't feel like opening up, she'll insist that she will be there when i am ready to talk. and i usually open up to her then...now...all the time.
but she never got tired of hearing my dramas. you name it, she must have heard it. from jerks i've dated whom she straight out commented that they did not deserve me, to personal conflicts with my family, to making a fashion statement whether it is shoe, or purse or outfit related, to voo doo and ghost stories and blunt craziness, she listened to me.
she's the one who lives up to the label, "GIRL TALK." we spent so many nights and mornings and emails and phone calls chatting the day away. we talked abotu everything and anything you can think of under the sun. we chatted our days away from inside the public metro bus then when we didn't drive, to a long drive going to and from las vegas, to even airplane calls while i am heading to or from a destination. in strip clubs, in our favortie dance clubs, at church, drunk or sober, we have probably gossipped. LOL. even from the start at mr. glynn's homeroom, we are reprimanded for our talkative behaviors. and it was probably one of our fondest moments.
she knew me at my worst and yet, she never left my side. and if i was at my best, she encouraged me to even be better. she taught me about being strong and keeping my head up high despite my inevitable encounters of downfall. she insisted i love like it was the first time...despite of brokenheartedness. she reminds me that i am beautiful no matter ugly and negative remarks i hear from the sidelines.
she shelters me when i just need to be away and alone from everbody. even if that meant, knocking on her door at 5 in the morning. sometimes, she just gives me the key so i can get in to her house. we've cried over filipino movies and now we're brooding over our latest obsession: korean telenovelas. we're probably the only people in the world who thinks the guys we date should be like the ones in the korean dvd's that we watch: someone who is not afraid to show the girl they're hopelessly inlove with her.
we're probably the weirdest creature there is. we think bobas can make your day especially if you had a day with an assh*le or a b*tch. our cholesterol levels are rising up gulping korean barbeques three to four times a week. we think it is a must that guys have clean shoes, and tappered nails and nice smile in addition to physicality and personality. and if you are asiany looking, that's a bonus.
i can talk about on and on about her. this whole blog file would nto even be enough to discuss how wonderful of a friend has she been to me all these years. but each and every year, i wanted her to know that i am super grateful for having a friend like her who will fight with me with her fist clenched no matter what battles are thrown at me. and that to me is simply heartwarming. it's difficult to have friends like that nowadays.
i could never forget that girl in mr. glynn's homeroom class. she made an unforgettable impact in my life: a constant confidante, a patient listener, a pilar of strength.
MY BEST FRIEND...MAFFI
what can say?
you're moody,
you're stubborn,
you're such a sleepy head,
a even worse, a cry baby
you're uniquely weird like that.
but we LOVE YOU.
you're remarkable attitude on life and love in general touched many. including mines. i really thank you. thank you for the thorns, joys, storms, sunshines we've been through for the past twelve years.
nobody does the best friend thing like you do! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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the girl in mr. glynn's homeroom class
the girl in mr glynn's homeroom class
since our last names started with letters C, D, E and we find ourselves in mr. glynn's chaotic and barbaric homeroom class. at first, we hardly talked and then next thing we knew, it was in homeroom that we put our make ups on, freshen up, and beautify. couple weeks after, we were discussing our lovelives and personal issue with each other.
there wasn't a time i can remember i didn't tell her anything. as far as i knew, she knew everything about me. even if i don't feel like opening up, she'll insist that she will be there when i am ready to talk. and i usually open up to her then...now...all the time.
but she never got tired of hearing my dramas. you name it, she must have heard it. from jerks i've dated whom she straight out commented that they did not deserve me, to personal conflicts with my family, to making a fashion statement whether it is shoe, or purse or outfit related, to voo doo and ghost stories and blunt craziness, she listened to me.
she's the one who lives up to the label, "GIRL TALK." we spent so many nights and mornings and emails and phone calls chatting the day away. we talked abotu everything and anything you can think of under the sun. we chatted our days away from inside the public metro bus then when we didn't drive, to a long drive going to and from las vegas, to even airplane calls while i am heading to or from a destination. in strip clubs, in our favortie dance clubs, at church, drunk or sober, we have probably gossipped. LOL. even from the start at mr. glynn's homeroom, we are reprimanded for our talkative behaviors. and it was probably one of our fondest moments.
she knew me at my worst and yet, she never left my side. and if i was at my best, she encouraged me to even be better. she taught me about being strong and keeping my head up high despite my inevitable encounters of downfall. she insisted i love like it was the first time...despite of brokenheartedness. she reminds me that i am beautiful no matter ugly and negative remarks i hear from the sidelines.
she shelters me when i just need to be away and alone from everbody. even if that meant, knocking on her door at 5 in the morning. sometimes, she just gives me the key so i can get in to her house. we've cried over filipino movies and now we're brooding over our latest obsession: korean telenovelas. we're probably the only people in the world who thinks the guys we date should be like the ones in the korean dvd's that we watch: someone who is not afraid to show the girl they're hopelessly inlove with her.
we're probably the weirdest creature there is. we think bobas can make your day especially if you had a day with an assh*le or a b*tch. our cholesterol levels are rising up gulping korean barbeques three to four times a week. we think it is a must that guys have clean shoes, and tappered nails and nice smile in addition to physicality and personality. and if you are asiany looking, that's a bonus.
i can talk about on and on about her. this whole blog file would nto even be enough to discuss how wonderful of a friend has she been to me all these years. but each and every year, i wanted her to know that i am super grateful for having a friend like her who will fight with me with her fist clenched no matter what battles are thrown at me. and that to me is simply heartwarming. it's difficult to have friends like that nowadays.
i could never forget that girl in mr. glynn's homeroom class. she made an unforgettable impact in my life: a constant confidante, a patient listener, a pilar of strength.
MY BEST FRIEND...MAFFI
what can say?
you're moody,
you're stubborn,
you're such a sleepy head,
a even worse, a cry baby
you're uniquely weird like that.
but we LOVE YOU.
you're remarkable attitude on life and love in general touched many. including mines. i really thank you. thank you for the thorns, joys, storms, sunshines we've been through for the past twelve years.
nobody does the best friend thing like you do! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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