The Day I Say Goodbye to P

Goodbye, P. I am letting you go. I cannot stand always having to fight for your time—you are always busy, busy, busy. I tried to understand you, your work and its demands on you but it has come to be too much to bear. You have only one word to answer my questions about how you are—BUSY! I make plans to be with you even for just a simple movie…oh, right…nothing is simple in your life…everything is complicated.

I cannot take the intrigues anymore. Maybe because I am not from show business. So, goodbye. Good luck na lang kay KC.

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Found someone new. He’s 50ish. Uh oh, not again!!! He’s smart, funny, and artistic. Yes, he’s an art patron and he supports a lot of art organizations in the country. And he’s my brother’s big boss. Syempre, joke joke lang naman ito. *winks* (lest I get sermons again from BBB).

P's toothy smile...

...and eyes and height and hands.




Eyes, height, hands, smile, teeth…some of the physical characteristics that attract me to a guy. But of course, he has to be more than these. If he doesn’t have the smarts and a beautiful soul, then I’ll just fantasize about Piolo anytime.

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In my effort to further appease BBB, who I think freaked out when he read P all over my happy blogs lately, I am posting another picture of P (as in Piolo Pascual) with a very toothy smile.

BBB, I seldom refer to P as P in my blogs. I refer to him by some other name (or pronoun...no worries, nothing harsh and evil) so please don’t be bothered as there has been no “sudden renewing of something that we had decided was better off buried,” as you referred to in your mail. Gosh, why do we have to talk about burials? Why can’t we just refer to it as a closed chapter? Burials are just so gloomy and sad...and homicidal...even murderous...and I am not a murderer. I only murder cockroaches and mosquitoes...I think I just contradicted myself.*smiles*