Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio,
Our nation turns it’s lonely eyes to you.
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
Jotting Joe has left and gone away,
Hey hey hey.
- Mrs. Robinson, Simon & Garfunkel,
What’s with the song? Oh I don’t know, just feeling slightly nostalgic I guess. It’s the dawn of another Saturday and I’m suddenly missing those folks I consider my cyberfriends. It wasn’t so long ago when these folks would giddily write about what’s happened, what’s about to happen, and what they hope would happen in their own lives. They would hide behind so many cyber-identities and yet somehow couldn’t help but connect on a more personal level.
And then the years took their toll. Frigging time just sort of took out a bat and beat the living childshit out of everyone. Some would wear permanently glazed eyes and hooded looks, no longer the bright and shiny folks they used to be. Some would completely disappear, and some including myself would become more j-j-jaded than ever.
I revisited these friends’ blogs and– man I hate growing up.
So where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
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ditto.
Hey Maria! Suddenly your blog is no longer that accessible.
Fences last blog post..Growing Up
fence!!!!!! huhuhuhuhu!!!! i missed you soooo much!!!! i hope we can chat soon. i am so lost right now. seriously, need some talk time with you.
mwah!!!
p.s.
how are you?
hehehehe, i am so drowning in my own shit right now.
spices of life cheks! I’m sure you have a lot on your plate right now (dapat ba heart? hehehe), but as Bosley of Charlie’s Angels said, the heart is a muscle and after all the aches and pains that your heart had gone through, you should by now possess a heart that’s as buffed as a rhino’s. Some comfort that guy is.
But you have your music right? And in your most recent post, you have men of all ages hitting on you!! It can only be a good thing.
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