chilly childhood stuff

there are things that somewhat i still cannot grow out from.
i bet if i hear the lines
" please don't go girl...tell me you'll stay...
by new kids on the block,
i'll still go gaga and sing along--even in public.
and when it comes to my first crush and first love,
i can say i am still not over them--
my heartbeats con espresso.

i have a theory,
maybe that's why JLo chose Mark Anthony.
maybe she used to be a Menudo fan
and Mark Anthony is her puppy love.
when will come a time that we will really be over that feeling?
well, i got over Doogie Hauser 'coz he's openly gay now.
Maybe those girls who used to fancy this certain member
of N'Sync group, we'll they'll probaby over him now.
there's no use in competing.
we only learn to accept.
but what am i talking about?
i failed to see Sam today at Glorietta and i felt really bad.
and we only learn to admire...

everytime i eat spanish bread in the afternoon,
it never failed to remind me of a certain moment
that i was playing outside our house
eating and listening to the AM radio of our neighbor
(Darn, there are so many power ballads in the early 90's
and i enjoyed singing some of them).

i used to like stuffed toys when i was kid,
and my favorite was this cute brown dog we call Dodong,
and when i was in highschool,
i learned to dislike such things.
these things collects millions of dustmites
not to mention lints that makes me more of a psycho.
and nobody gave me anything anyway.

do we even grow out from our favorite author
when we were younger?
of course we do.
we mature, we become smarter
and we learn to disagree with them.
but a friend said that even if we try to act scholarly enough,
we will never get over reading erotica
and romance pocketbooks.

i guess she was right.
sex will always be sex.