Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

This man scooted me out of my way to becoming a "chap hater." The essence of my being. The reason for my living. No other man could muster enough patience to cope up with my mood swings. The only one who made me want to be a better person. He's the man of my dreams.. my lover.. and my best friend.



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