tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85924811984565899892011-04-21T15:39:08.078-07:00mi pensamientos, mi sintimientos, mi vida loca!!!C*A*R*L*A!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470814527185772944noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592481198456589989.post-54645997568064923302008-06-10T20:40:00.000-07:002008-06-10T21:02:51.716-07:00<p>Darn these memories... …I've got an uncanny feeling that Mona Lisa’s expression is painted on my face again. I feel ecstatic at the possibility of touching bases with old friends, but I settle for half baked smiles with them when I do, because regrets sneak up on me. </p> <p>… a character from my past surfaced, and I’m afraid a sliver of yesterday’s blunders sluiced its way through the tiniest crevice of my cobweb crammed brain and here I go again. Darn these memories… </p> <p>… I was too outspoken in my youth and didn’t know the word temperance, euphemism, or tact very well. I wonder if he still remembers some of the things I said a long time ago? (I DO!) I wonder if the younger me, quite prone to reckless remarks, ever scarred him? Or worse, caused scabs that won’t heal because I was naive and said stupid things? Or did he understand that I was just having difficulty channeling all my newfound energy and zest trying to find my place on earth? </p> <p>… this is what I get for swamping my life with unfinished business. I should have dealt with them right when they happened. </p> <p>Darn these memories… </p> <p>…all of a sudden, hearing from this old friend puts me back in my funky, much loved, 4-inch-high, Spice Girls clogs, with retro neon green and orange shirt and a pair of black suede, undeniably bell-bottomed pants ensemble. And, need I mention the cherry black lipstick and perfectly tweezed <i style="">kilay</i><span style="font-style: italic;"> 2000</span> brows that completed the look? Eeeeeooooow, right? </p> <p>Gosh, it’s been 11 years but I'm dying to say I'm sorry . Sorry to ME for my disastrous Posh Spice phase (LOL!) and sorry to MY DEAR OLD FRIEND, for acting the way I did back in the day. How do I say, I am who I am today because of who I was? Jack Wagner sang it well, "<em>I was too young, but that's no excuse..." </em> DARN THESE FRIGGIN' MEMORIES...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8592481198456589989-5464599756806492330?l=toni12194.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>C*A*R*L*A!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470814527185772944noreply@blogger.com0