... we entered this nightspot and saw this lady who looked like "her." she resembles "her" face and complexion... and oh, "her" smile... i told this lady before about a story of "my life" and her resemblance to "her."

she may have liked the somewhat straight out of a telenovela narration i told her cos out of nowhere or maybe i was just too pexilated to recall who kissed whom first.. but, i'm almost sure she did.... we kissed. still and all, the story had been told a number of posts ago. so there..

then recently, again we've met.. i didn't wanna prolong my/our agony and fuel whatever little hopes i have --- that there's a posibilidad we'd ever live happily ever after... in a perfect world, momma... in a perfect world.. that would have been nippy, ey?

forgive the coldshoulder treatment, lady.

besides, unless you are God, the possibilty of ressurrecting something that's long been dead is zero to nil.

here's a quote i bump into...

"Girls are so queer you never know what they mean. They say No when they mean Yes, and drive a man out of his wits for the fun of it" -- Louisa May