Dear Eunice,
Here is your single's love horoscope for Wednesday, October 8:
Even though an initial encounter may have rubbed you the wrong way, that doesn't mean the person should be crossed off your potential lovers list. Give them a second chance to show you what they're made of.
A Fairytale Convert
... because love works, if not for me, at least for other people.
I used to believe in fairytales, in happy endings, evil stepmoms, stepsisses and happily ever after. It wasn't as bad as a lot of cynics would portray. Fairytale-believers are not exactly delusional geeks who run around looking for "the one", or more appropriately said, "the prince." A lot of times, they are just level-headed women waiting to be caught offguard, to be stuck in an "aha" moment. We don't look for magic, we just look for spark, sexual tension, whatever it is that you feel when you are faced with the possibility of riding the prince, este, the horse. [Ngii]
Fairytales are not all sugar and spice and everything nice, sometimes you have to sing, no matter how hopeless the situation is [subukan mo kumanta ng depressed ka sa harap ng maraming tao, tingnan natin kung madali], sometimes you have to talk to animals not because you're crazy but because they are the only ones willing to listen. Sometimes, you have to look at your own mirror and assure yourself, pretend like you are the spirit inside it, and say that you are the fairest of them all.
The Prince Prototype doesnt have the grandest of cars or the most lucrative of jobs, he just has that certain "oomph" that specifically appeals to the Damsel-not-in-distress but is definitely stressed. He could be that guy who smokes with you when you are perfectly fine with smoking alone, that guy who sits right across you while you and your oily face try to survive a night of Constitional Law marathon and smiles at your really grumpy expression. He could be the one who doesn't say hi, doesn't say goodbye but says the right things at the most awkward of moments. He could be that person who holds your hand and helps you go down the stairs like a true blue prince aiding his princess. Or he could be an asshole. Your asshole.
Then the evil stepmoms and stepsisters, they think you're not good enough. But unlike in the classic faiytales, you don't give a damn. Because for you, they don't matter. Ahh, and that sidekick. The fairygodmother, soft spoken friend, talking animal? That's still you, only human.
How does it end? You love. Whatever happens after is just an obiter dictum. In the end, to be able to love is your "moment", it's your first kiss, your first dance, your first makeout session, your first *toot*. That's your happily ever after.
[insert some falsetto-singing moment]
THE END
I used to believe in fairytales, in happy endings, evil stepmoms, stepsisses and happily ever after. It wasn't as bad as a lot of cynics would portray. Fairytale-believers are not exactly delusional geeks who run around looking for "the one", or more appropriately said, "the prince." A lot of times, they are just level-headed women waiting to be caught offguard, to be stuck in an "aha" moment. We don't look for magic, we just look for spark, sexual tension, whatever it is that you feel when you are faced with the possibility of riding the prince, este, the horse. [Ngii]
Fairytales are not all sugar and spice and everything nice, sometimes you have to sing, no matter how hopeless the situation is [subukan mo kumanta ng depressed ka sa harap ng maraming tao, tingnan natin kung madali], sometimes you have to talk to animals not because you're crazy but because they are the only ones willing to listen. Sometimes, you have to look at your own mirror and assure yourself, pretend like you are the spirit inside it, and say that you are the fairest of them all.
The Prince Prototype doesnt have the grandest of cars or the most lucrative of jobs, he just has that certain "oomph" that specifically appeals to the Damsel-not-in-distress but is definitely stressed. He could be that guy who smokes with you when you are perfectly fine with smoking alone, that guy who sits right across you while you and your oily face try to survive a night of Constitional Law marathon and smiles at your really grumpy expression. He could be the one who doesn't say hi, doesn't say goodbye but says the right things at the most awkward of moments. He could be that person who holds your hand and helps you go down the stairs like a true blue prince aiding his princess. Or he could be an asshole. Your asshole.
Then the evil stepmoms and stepsisters, they think you're not good enough. But unlike in the classic faiytales, you don't give a damn. Because for you, they don't matter. Ahh, and that sidekick. The fairygodmother, soft spoken friend, talking animal? That's still you, only human.
How does it end? You love. Whatever happens after is just an obiter dictum. In the end, to be able to love is your "moment", it's your first kiss, your first dance, your first makeout session, your first *toot*. That's your happily ever after.
[insert some falsetto-singing moment]
THE END
Ahh...
Dear Eunice,
Here is your single's love horoscope for Tuesday, October 7:
Love doesn't always have to be full of heartache and drama. Your chances of romance without unpleasant surprises could be improved if you date a few grounded, level-headed people for a change.
Here is your single's love horoscope for Tuesday, October 7:
Love doesn't always have to be full of heartache and drama. Your chances of romance without unpleasant surprises could be improved if you date a few grounded, level-headed people for a change.
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