the one that got away. i thought about him the entire day today. Juan. the one with the right hairdo, the right shoes, the bashful smile and plays the guitar. if i had the chance, i would have done everything different. right from the beginning, when i spot his 'fro last october outside BK. i remember it was october coz it was a week before my birthday. like for example, i would have talked to him when i caught him staring at me in HMV a coupla weeks later. but i always have this habit of being with the wrong guys at the wrong time. and at that time i thought i was meant for someone else. boy, was i so wrong! oh well we make mistakes, we learn from them. Juan Juan Juan. where are you? you could be my Omar and i could be your Karen. and then i saw the guitarist of Ted Leo/Pharmacists on TV (da bought their DVD and we had to watch), i got reminded of Roach telling me about how Juan played exactly like Omar at that gig i missed. Roach's a bitch like that. so saddening and maddening.