:kodak::kodak::kodak:mine usually started with a guy taking photos of me. the first one had a high end camera being a photographer himself...he has a studio.the photographer being too shy, asked his sister to get my number but i did not give my number...i met the mother and told me that my name has been circulating in their household...he searched me through friendster...he found me even if i used a pseudo name in my account... (kilig ako noon e...wehehehe)but the photo taking happened not in connection with his job...he just liked being a paparazzo daw...(oink!!!all those, biglang humaba ang hair ko...sa haba ng hair ko...naapakan ko tuloy, that's when i met the second guy...)
second guy took photos of me using his cellphone...i didnt know he existed, twas the first time to train with him...i knew about the photos when we became on...i wasn't looking for love then...it just came. had a good time...
both didn't end up quite good...
they now hate me...(i think...)
recently, a guy's father took photographs of me for his son...the mother gave me a card, praying that i will be blessed...it came with a bag of chocolates (my fave) i fell in love with the parents. the son is a man of few words...extraordinarily silent...they insisted he is gregarious...the guy (son) gave me his email ad yesterday though...he asked mine, unfortunately, i can't recall my new email ad, so i just told him that i will be the first to send him a mail...they left to return to the US after a brief visit here in the Philippines.
all three have only one constraint...distance. the last two have the same family name...while the first two are from Manila...as always, fate's been kidding me...the joke didnt make me laugh...was hurt...i kept going...i have recovered...i traveled a lot...i have seen some parts of the world and learned to appreciate the theoretical nature of love...
the circumstances did not leave me jaded though...but i guess i need to take everything slow...slower (i guess) than the previous ones...