I wish you to read this book with open heart and pleasure...
a simple, heartwarming note from my very good friend of 5 years. above is an old photo of him.
A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down.
-- Arnold H. Glasow
i was in a whirl the past few days, and it was pure heaven. however, if there's heaven, there's also hell. let's say, i kinda experienced both. i reinstalled instant messengers (aim, google, icq, msn... you name it) to use for 4 days and it was a blast. messages from old friends filled my screen that it nearly crashed my computer (no joke), well you know the shitty pop-ups and stuff? yup, those too. anyway, i was undaunted because i was actually having a great time without so much blinking an eye.
When a woman like that whom I've seen so much, All of a sudden drops out of touch; Is always busy and never can, Spare you a moment, it means a man.
-- Alice Duer Miller
actually, i was the one who dropped off the face of the earth. i've lost touch with many of my friends (most of whom were guys). but the good news is, i was able to track them down, we're all keeping in touch again, and so, to these wonderful men i'm dedicating this [personal] entry.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
-- William Blake
just recently, a man scared the hell out of me. i've already met him around november last year and hated him but couldn't figure out why (actually, it's good to trust your instinct because most of the time, it tells the truth.) i attended a gathering when this man appeared again after how many months, i was about to scurry away like a mouse when he called after me, "angela, angela" ... how on earth did i come to be angela?? mattie, one of the women at the gathering heard him and said, "her name's not angela" (i was thinking, "god mattie do NOT correct him, i don't want him to remember my name!"), but too late she already did. i almost ran off. he sat with me and spoke with that philadelphian drawl, and then i realised why he was so repulsive. he was very conceited i couldn't help but bitch. YUCK. see, i thought i could handle myself well. i looked around for help but people were doing their own thing, besides, who'd think this man's a pervert? he looked decent and very normal. i couldn't even reach for my bag to get my spray if he did something funny. i was thinking about my shoes, my shoes could literally make a man go blind but to take it off would take 2-3 secs, what if i didn't have that much time? "go to the bronx and find yourself a girlfriend -- no one gets out of there alive so sayonara you jerk," i thought. i was beginning to think that men are bastards except for one thing: my guy friends aren't. once, when my best friend thought i was in trouble, he quickly said, "if you see him, it will be with me."
When a friend is in trouble, don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it.
-- Edward W. Howe
thinking about all this, weighing the difference between good guys and bad eggs made me thank God for giving me men that i could trust and be friends with. the men in my life are practically the best. i want these guys to know that. i thank them so much for their protection and respect for me. and if other girls have made them cry once (or how many times) i want them to know they are definitely worth the keep and i'm just one lucky girl.