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the perfect guy

In reality, there's no perfect guy, just someone who comes close. But for the benefit of this entry, let's just pretend that coming in real close is good enough to merit the "Perfect Guy" label.

The "Perfect Guy" (for me, at least). . .
♥Treats you as barkada in public, but makes sure to make you feel extra special when the rest of the world fades out from the picture.
♥Never runs out of good things to say about you even when you feel like the lamest, ugliest, and unluckiest person in the whole goddamned world.
♥Remembers the little things about you, that you, yourself, would have already forgotten.
♥Makes you feel different from the other girls without even having to lift a finger.
♥Would offer to drive you around just because he can.
♥Flirts with other girls, but not with you, and ACTUALLY makes you feel like the important one.
♥Would make a great personal cheerleader and quasi-bestfriend.
♥Makes it a point to let you in on what he thinks, most importantly if it's about those other girls who like him, without having to say it out loud.
♥Stares at you when you're not looking, but would not pretend to be looking at something else when you catch him in the act.

And the list goes on and on and on. MIND YOU, "Perfect Guy" is not even the "Perfect Boyfriend." Well, not just yet. He happens to be just lurking around.

that look

I know that look. That exact look.

Fate has its way of putting things into balance. My chance of getting even. Ha.

Just wait til I get that one thing I should have long gotten.

Hohum hohum.
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"I like you. But don't tell my friends."

don't. just don't.

Just because I can and you can't does not mean you have to pretend that you also can in order to be able to say that you're at par. No one really cares about that, so don't try being someone you're not. Just don't. 

I used to remember what my lola would say every now and then just to keep our feet planted on the ground, "Hindi porke't kayo niyong makipagsabayan dapat na kayong mamili ng mga kaibigan na nakakasabay rin."

I don't choose my friends based on the signature clothes they own, or how many pairs of expensive shoes they have, how fancy their dinner is, where they spend their vacations, or even how big they spend. For all I care they can wear clothes from Zarah or from any ukay-ukay, buy shoes from Nine West or from Marikina shoe expo, have dinner at Circles, Spiral, 7Corners, Heat or any nearby turo-turo, spend Christmas in New York, USA or New York, Cubao, and spend a whole lot or simply window shop inside the mall.

Even my mom would keep things real for me and my sister when she feels like throwing in a line or two in our direction, "Kung kaya, sige lang. Pero 'wag mong yakapin ang hindi mo kaya." And really, some things are just way beyond the sound of *kaching*

You don't have to prove yourself.

the secret

DISCLAIMER: You will not understand a thing or two from this post.

Just another random musing.

I wonder how it would feel like to change your facebook status from "single" to "in a relationship." I bet people would leave a long trail of comments, either asking you about the who and the how or simply giving you their "congratulations!" "finally!" and whatnot.

That was completely random. I was not trying to drop hints or whatsoever, dear friends.

Anyway, moving on, I think I have a secret. A secret I could never tell. Save for my best friend though, he knew even before I admitted it face on. Lalalalala. No one knows except for Carlo, me, and if I'm not just mistaken, there's probably another person in the know. Hopefully.

Carlo: "'Wag mong isipin ang iba! Think of yourself this time, it's not naman your fault. Please don't mess this one up!"

I actually don't want to mess this one up, but, there's always a big BUT. Yeah, just that, BUT. Reasons, reasons, reasons.

"Drop the word and I'll drop the rest..."