Plain and True.

Enlightening discussions sometimes happen with the most unlikely people.

You hear the purest truth, the barest opinion, the harshest advice. When you hear everything in its plain-est and truest form, that's when everything sinks in and then you begin to understand... and then you learn to accept.

Oh, the simplicity of it all.

She may have never been in a relationship but her words cut deep like a knife with a jagged edge.

Nothing like wisdom from the mouth of a virgin. Haha.

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eventuallypretty said…
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10:23 AM, June 07, 2005
eventuallypretty said…
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10:24 AM, June 07, 2005
eventuallypretty said…
pwede din bang magpadvice dyan? hahaha... but really we know what the truth is. its the acceptance that's making it hard. and painful.--arggh oc sa grammar. wala sa sarili...
10:25 AM, June 07, 2005
Quentin said…
you know you have a point when the analogy you can give is that doctors don't need to have tuberculosis to know how to cure it >_<

must ... regain ... virginity ... back
6:51 PM, June 07, 2005
... beachfreak said…
@twinpatty: It was funny, when you think of it. Hearing the plain truth from someone who has never been 'in-love' or 'in-lust' was too much for me. Hehe. :D

@quentot: :lol: doctors = virgins :lol:
8:47 PM, June 07, 2005
Anonymous said…
Nothing like wisdom from the mouth of a virgin. Haha.

hanep sa punchline, lol!
6:47 AM, June 18, 2005
... beachfreak said…
@barenaked: Ayos diba? :lol: But it's true, they're...hmm...for lack of a better term ---> innocent. Hihi.
7:38 AM, June 18, 2005
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