: Name: ~dreamer~; Location: Hong Kong

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Dance like no one is watching...

...love like you'll never be hurt...

...sing like no one is listening...

...live like it's heaven on earth.

Life is beautiful!

.: wishlist :.
tix to Alicia Keys concert
new digital camera
new phone (pda)
more office clothes
~~new bikini :)~~
more shoes
plane ticket to manila
carebear stuffed toy
~~big black bag~~

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astron's notebook
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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

an ode...

why i love him...

he's not your typical tall, dark and handsome guy;
he's more like average, fair and cute.
he's not the brainy type who buries himself in books and knows about everything;
he's that smart fella who survives through problems thrown his way.
he doesn't give expensive jewelleries, chocolates or flowers;
he's the one who presents you with a cute, white teddy bear named Mr. Wachowski.
he's not that guy who takes you out to a fancy dinner to impress you;
he's the one who joins you and eats with you on the street when you're craving for 'isaw' and 'kwek-kwek'.
he's not the 'ideal man' your mom told you about when you were young.

he's the one who makes you smile in the simplest of ways.
he's the one who already knew how to be sweet at a very young age, with his efforts to write "i love you" and sign his name adrĭ¬~°.
he's the one you meet in a chatroom and talks to you on the phone until 6 in the morning.
he's the one who does crazy things like making the mall escalators stop.
he's the one who's too shy for a first kiss on the lips so he kisses your hand instead.
he's that accident prone guy who gets injured in a simple basketball game.
he's the one who says he'll help you clean the house but ends up ordering you around.
he's the one who doesn't pick fights but somehow, fights find him.
he's the one who goes all the way to your place at 3 in the morning so you can attend the "simbang gabi" together.
he's the one who gives you his Incubus concert ID and doesn't get mad when you lose it.
he's the only kuya ed--edsa there is.
he's the one who draws or tries to draw the face of Jesus on your cousin's notebook just to prove that he can draw.
he's the one who brings his x-box to your house so you can play together.
he's the nicest sakristan in singgalong church.
he's the one who, despite saying he doesn't dance, still dances with you in front of the mirror.
he's the one who comes over at 2 in the morning to be with you and celebrate new year with you.

he's not the perfect man all women talks about; he's the perfect man for me.

- posted by ~dreamer~ @ 1:22 AM

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