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Authors note: When I said the world turns again, it really did. I have been hurt countless times, but I did not give up. And love did not give up on me. I found it when I need it, when I want it, and when I deserved it. Will it last? Nobody knows. But lets enjoy the bump and turns during this one blissful ride. &lt;br /&gt;
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And to you my BEBE. Thank you for making me smile everyday. isang malufet na hug and kiss kung asan ka man ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441179-3484683946160445418?l=www.dunnabebe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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i know You will not allow anyone spoil my day. You're my #1 talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441179-9218187841606141210?l=www.dunnabebe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      “You can shed tears that she is gone, 
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, 
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, 
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”


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To have that airport moment! Yahhooooo! Thanks Lord.

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The place although far and rates are expensive is cozy and mor personalized. Its called Honeypot. They have branches in orchard and raffles city.


Tried this for once. And of course for myself, after a luxurious spa in spa symphony at 313 somerset. My therapist was qiqi. She has gentle hands also. I would come back for more :)

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Thank guys for even finding humor on this. For skipping your bath. For badets near death fight with the cab driver. For their constant reminders. For the funny idea on how to bring me down. For suddenly becoming doctors and girl scouts in one. For doing my 80s hairstyle. What will i do without you!

With them around who needs a boyfriend or a husband!!! Especially during my first pass out and when i was more concerned on my res underwear and kuya germs' reaction eas "wala naman eh" 

These are true friends! Honesty is their best policy! Hehe. Theyre very rare and precious and noisy. Im just so glad my path crossed theirs.

Thank God for wonderful friends. 

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its not about flawless skin or a fabulous body. its about charm. she speaks from her heart. its about wit. shes smart and she doesnt have to prove it. its about taste. she knows a good man when she sees one.&lt;br /&gt;
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its about tact. she knows when to speak and when to shut up. its about style. she knows how to wear joy and grief. its about grace. she knows when to bend with the wind. its about wisdom. she knows when to let go and move on.&lt;br /&gt;
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its about romance. she knows how to flirt with life. its about mystery. she is effortlessly elegant, amazingly kind, completely unfathomable. a woman of beauty is a woman with a heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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a woman of passion.&lt;br /&gt;
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its not about wild, reckless abandon. its about devotion and dedication. its about quiet, smoldering fervor. its about constancy of purpose yet flexibility of direction. its about loyalty to people. its about commitment to responsibility. its about channeling one's energies to productive actions.&lt;br /&gt;
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a woman of passion is a woman who can draw from her pain and angst and bring forth greater things. she has a thirst for knowledge, a hunger for fulfillment, a quest for meaning. she has the ability to reinvent herself through heartbreak and failure. a woman of passion is a woman on a never-ending sojourn.&lt;br /&gt;
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a woman of courage.&lt;br /&gt;
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its not about being without fear. ita about living despite the fear. she pursues her dreams. she goes out on a limb. she falls and fails. she gets up and tries again.&lt;br /&gt;
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she is comfortable where she is yet venture far to discover what lies beyond. she wlaks alone. society's scorn does not defeat her. she takes life's forks, undeterred. she loves without regret. she loses without bitterness, she thrives on trials, blooms in heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;
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crisis does not break her. tragedy does not daunt her. a woman of courage is a woman whose pain brings out the best in her.&lt;br /&gt;
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a woman of will.&lt;br /&gt;
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its not stubborness. its not about willfullness. its about the determination to be what she wants to be. she knows what she wants and she goes for it. she does not wait for things to happen. she makes things happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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she believes in herself and in her capacity to become the woman she wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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she knows how to lve and be loved. she is not afraid to make a commitment. she makes choices and never looks back. she learns from the past, looks to the future, lives in the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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she can fall and get up. she can love and let go. she can lose everything but her hopes and dreams. a woman of will is a woman who can never be unhappy, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;
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she is my ideal woman. the woman i aspire to be--loving and loyal, courageous and committed.&lt;br /&gt;
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a woman with passion and compassion. a woman blessed with wit and wisdom. a survivor. a person no one can put down. someone determined to be happy. someone who can find meaning in the ordinary. someone who can celebrate each day of her life without regret or apology.&lt;br /&gt;
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my ideal woman---she is what i hope to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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WIDE AWAKE&lt;br /&gt;
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She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a "real" woman, either. She's not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She's too understanding, too comfortable - she doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does. But she's cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she'll do just fine. You don't have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. You're not trying to get anything of substance out of her.&lt;br /&gt;
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She's not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she'll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation, that she'll be able to cope with the fact that this isn't the beginning of a relationship or that there's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her. It won't bother her that you'll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you've been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. &lt;br /&gt;
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She'll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went. She's just so cool...why can't all women be like that?! &lt;br /&gt;
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But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she doesn't have to give in to your needs - she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off. Maybe she's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman. So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman. &lt;br /&gt;
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You'll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding, and she'll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux. &lt;br /&gt;
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She doesn't captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She's safe. She doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone's head. She wants to be special to someone, too. We all do. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, yeah. I was a Meantime Girl. Been one more times than I care to admit. I don't know the reason, really, and at this point I don't even care. I just want to let every guy know who's ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A lot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And someday we won't be around. &lt;br /&gt;
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Someday, I won't be around!&lt;br /&gt;
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Secrets Of LOVE&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first secret: The Power Of Love.&lt;br /&gt;Love begins with our thoughts. We become what we think. Loving thoughts create loving experiences and loving relationships. Affirmations can change our beliefs and thoughts about ourselves and others. If we want to love someone, we need to consider their needs and desires. Thinking about your ideal partner will help recognize him or her when you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second secret: The Power Of Respect.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot love anyone or anything unless you first respect them. The first person you need to respect is yourself. To begin to gain self-respect ask yourself, "What do I respect about myself? " To gain respect for others, even those you may dislike, ask yourself, "What do I respect about them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third secret: The Power Of Giving.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to receive love, all you have to do is give it! The more love you give, the more you will receive. To love is to give of yourself, freely and unconditionally. Practice random acts of kindness. The secret formula of a happy, lifelong relationship is to always focus on what you can give instead of you can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth secret: The Power Of Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;To find true love you must first find a true friend. To love someone completely you must love them for who they are not what they look like. Friendship is the soil through which love's seeds grow. If you want to bring love into a relationship, you must first bring friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth secret: The Power Of Touch.&lt;br /&gt;Touch is one of the most powerful expressions of love, breaking down barriers and bonding relationships. Touch changes our physical and emotional states and makes us more receptive to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth secret: The Power Of Letting Go.&lt;br /&gt;If you love something, let it be free. Even in a loving relationship, people need their space. If we want to learn to love, we must first learn to forgive and let go of past hurts and grievances. Love means letting go of our fears, prejudices, egos and conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seventh secret: The Power Of Communication.&lt;br /&gt;To love someone is to communicate with them. Let the people you love know; that you love and appreciate them. Never be afraid to say, "I love you." Never let an opportunity pass to praise and acknowledge someone. Always leave someone you love with a loving word ... it could be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eighth secret: The Power Of Commitment.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have love in abundance, you must be committed to it. Commitment is the true test of love. If you want to have loving relationships, you must be committed to loving relationships. When you are committed to someone or something, quitting is never an option. Commitment distinguishes a fragile relationship from a strong, loving one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ninth secret: The Power Of Passion.&lt;br /&gt;Passion ignites love and keeps it alive. Lasting passion does not come through physical attraction alone. It comes from deep commitment, enthusiasm, interest and excitement. The essence of love and happiness are the same, all we need to do is to live each day with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tenth secret: The Power Of Trust.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot love someone completely unless you trust them completely. Act as if your relationship with the person you love will never end. Trust is essential in all loving relationships. Trust yourself, trust others and trust the world. It is the foundation for LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nature has its own ways of letting us suckers feel the full brunt of reality. Masochistic it may sound but this is the truth: Nature drowns us always in our worst. And we, while drowning in our own misery, while hanging on to our dear life, are constantly gasping for air, finding a lending hand, asking for help. But it seems no one would dare to go to that lonely ocean of ours and rescue us. And as time goes on, we’ll soon realize that it’s only we who could save ourselves from drowning, that we must help ourselves get out of that ocean, and that we should never trust our lives to others. Nature sure is a merciless bully, but she is one heck of a teacher.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know
But i have to
If its for me its for me
But youre not strong enough be
I wanna say i want u to stay
I wanna say i need u to be strong and to fight
But i wont
I trust and respect u a lot
:(
You will always be my miracle
I will always admire you
There was never a day that you did not make me happy



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Two people so jumpy and paranoid about every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;that comes out that they end up not making sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The fun part is decoding the incoherent babble strung together by awkward pauses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and loooong moments of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The most frustrating conversation in the world is one where you have two people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;talking at, not to each other. Two people so jumpy and paranoid about every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;that comes out that they end up not making sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The fun part is decoding the incoherent babble strung together by awkward pauses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and loooong moments of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A Typical Torpe Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;N: Narrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;House Plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Torpe Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ballpen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;N: To quote a cheesy line from a cheesy song, we fall in and out of love just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;like a play, struggling for words I still don’t know what to say … Ooops, Ric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Segretto just took over. Any moment now the Vid-Ok people will come and take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;away …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Scene: Guy is standing outside girl’s door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Hi, pasok ka. Anong ginagawa mo dito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: (panic-stricken look) Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;House Plant: Duh, sabihin mo na lang kasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Um, kasi medyo out of the way siya for you. You live in Katipunan, right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;now you are on UP campus dirt. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dog: Fishing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: (blank look) Uh …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Just kidding, what a pleasant surprise. Upo ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Naiwan ko ballpen ko sa ‘yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dog: Arf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Ah, ganun ba? Ay, oo nga pala. Sorry, give me a sec, I’ll just get it from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Okay, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Sandali lang. (exits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;After a few minutes …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Here you go. Sorry, I forgot. Thanks ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: (accepts the pen, drops it clumsily) Oooops. Thanks. Sorry ha, isa lang kasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;ballpen ko, wala ng iba …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ballpen: Pucha, ang corny mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Aba, at loyal ka sa ballpen mo. Maganda ‘yan. Commendable. You will go far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Ha, e, oo nga. Thanks. (fidgets in his seat) Ah … musta nga pala final exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;mo? Mahirap ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Di pa nagsisimula. Next week pa finals week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: (silence) Ah, ganun ba? .. Anong ginagawa mo ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dog: Inaamag sa kakahintay sa ‘yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Wala naman. Ikaw, anong ginagawa mo kanina bago ka pumunta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Wala naman. (coughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;House Plant: Inaamag sa kakahintay sa ‘yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Anong gagawin mo this sembreak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Kain, tulog, labas paminsan-minsan. Ikaw, anong gagawin mo this sembreak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Ganun din. Kain, tulog, labas paminsan-minsan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Sino kasama mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Kumain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dog: ARF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Ikaw, sino kasama mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dog: ARF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;After twenty minutes …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Anong oras na nga pala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: 7:30 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Kumain ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Hindi pa nga e. Ikaw, kumain ka na ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Hindi pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Gusto mo sabay na lang tayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Naiwan kong nakasaksak yung plancha sa bahay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Ha? (silence) Baka masunog bahay niyo. Sige, uwi ka na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Uwi na ko? Pinapauwi mo na ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Teka, akala ko ba naiwan mo yung plancha niyong nakasaksak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Alis na ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Alis ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: Oo, tatanggalin ko lang yung plancha sa saksakan. Sige, pasensya ka na,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: Bye. (TG exits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dog: Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;House Plant: Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ballpen: Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;After ten minutes … Where they are having their separate dinners …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG: (walking towards KFC) Hi, pumunta ako kasi gusto kitang makita’t makausap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Wala akong excuse. Gusto ko lang. Good luck sa finals mo. Gusto mo bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;magdinner ng sabay? Gusto mo bang lumabas tayo this sembreak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Girl: (in McDonald’s Philcoa) Hi, napadaan ka. Gusto kitang makita’t makausap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;buti na lang at pumunta ka. Sana sinabihan mo ako na pupunta ka para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;nakapag-prepare ako. But I like surprises. Thank you at nagtanong ka tungkol sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;finals ko. Tense na nga ako’t worried dahil madami akong exams. Dapat hindi mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;iniwang nakasaksak yung plancha niyo sa bahay. Sana magkasama tayong mag-dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ang tanga-tanga mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;TG/Girl: Nakakapagod maghintay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;N: Naiwan na naman ni torpe guy yung ballpen niya …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441179-8378735767154209636?l=www.dunnabebe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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