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This meant a lot to me:

Martin Lazatin said…

>:(<

October 17, 2010 5:04 PM

ngiti said…

cor, i have a yellow balloon to cheer you up! it has this smiley face on it and the words happy birthday l---- errr. (sheepish) haha, wala pala, lumipad na ang lobo!:D
seriously cor, ikaw ba yung nag-tagalog?
seriously pa rin, tara, sa sunday ha! time to expel those deeper emotions!

October 22, 2010 2:00 AM

Guys, this was really unexpected. Yes, really. I don’t write thinking that it will be read. I write better thinking it won’t be read. But thank you. However, when I wrote this blogpost, I wrote it meaning to delete it later on. I just needed the personal space my blog offered.

I was in bellecroft at this time, and it was a Sunday afternoon. I was reading something in Clyde’s laptop and the situation I wrote about had been bothering me for several days already. In lieu of opening the MS Word on Clyde’s laptop, I decided to open the internet and write quickly on my own blog.

The subject is a friend, and she remains one. I love her also. And I don’t think I want a tangible remnant of what I felt. ‘Cause I’m thinking about how she would feel if she should come across and read that particular post.

Anyway, I held on to your comments while unrest raged in my head and heart. Thank you.

Lala, love you.

Kuya Nikki, thank you.

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