And slightly sad, half-mad nevergirl is


just a 25-year-old who still wishes it would rain chocolates one day. No matter how many stilettos she learns to walk in and never mind that she breathes work and smells of stale potential, she’d always be half in love with peter pan and that secret, secret place not-so-little girls go to when they do not want to grow up or compromise their dreams.

    

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forex:

go ahead nev girl

swerver:

back here… oh, catching up on many new [superlative here] entries

ron:

can i join this forum?i notice daghan tga sugbo dinhi..me too

Fat A:

Weee! Been a long time since I’ve had a dose of Chinook

text messaging:

blog hop!

niki:

was here, had fun =)

pau:

? the fs?

pau:

happy birthday

insoy:

hahay… kadugay.

nevergirl:

**to look forward to, drats.

nevergirl:

Salamat, salamat. Twenty-six is someplace scary, but you guys make it seem like something to forward to.

tinay:

weeeeeeee! libre beh :D happy burtdi chinay <3 pls write an erotic essay para nako. haha :P

Siroy:

Happy Birthday, Chin! Hope you got my text today. Anyway, have a blast. Know you are thought about. And loved. :)

tinay:

chinay, congrats sa bulinggit!!!! dayun ang tour? :) ssshhh oo, nagresign ko ;) farewell corporate layp.

pau:

rain:

pa link ko balik maam. pramis d nko mag-usab ug link, hahah :P

tinay:

oi chinay! bueng. ;) adto mo ni faffy mo sa guimaras. when you mentioned about landmark, i remembered this statue sa iloilo na puno ug moss! hahaha.

nevergirl:

Hi tez, welcome!

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Run with Me.

March 30, 2007

Get your shoes and put them on quickly. We’re going running. Sixty minutes, you and I, up the road, over that bend, past the ramshackle house at the end of the village.

Run with me so we can be tired together. Run with me so we can hurtle past everyone else dotting the road. We can be sweaty and tired all day. We can reek of sun and sweat and disappointments. I don’t mind. It can be fun. We can run until the seconds stretch into minutes and the minutes elongate into hours. We can run all day, even, and not bump into our many selves. We can run and run and pant and gasp and watch the sky as it turns orange. Yes, run with me and we will sprint until our calves throb more than our hearts do. We can glory in the half-pain. We can find meaning in the aching.

Run with me.

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