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I must admit that I have a problem. I don't know how to stay away from the ocean. I really do love it, you know. But I must hate it on principle.Originally posed April 11, 2007.[reposted because of this]Third day back from the beach, and I'm still hearing the waves.The problem with vacations is that they're never quite enough. No matter how much time you spend "unwinding", you always want more.

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I can't seem to stop ranting. What else is new?long dayMarch 7, 2007, 10:41 pmI'm so darned exhausted. It's been a very long day.I so badly need a bottle of beer. But unfortunately, I can't afford even that one single indulgence because I need all of my wits to navigate through every item in my task list. Urgh!I promise I'll unwind this weekend. Booze on saturday, beach on Sunday, and everything

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Originally posted March 6, 2007.[reposted because of this]I was just cleaning the inbox of my phone when I saw this message from Jojo dated Sunday, March 4, 2007:"How could the moon tonight be so mocking in its pulchritude?"I don't know why I didn't see it before. Must have been buried in the pile of junk sms I get daily. Still, a word such as pulchritude? It should have jumped right out at me.I

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So many things have happened since this post. Jojo is now happily in Singapore, a full time scholar at NUS. Good for you, Jo.Originally posted March 6, 2007.[reposted because of this]Just had a talk with Jojo an hour ago. Our favorite TB was a little short-tempered with me. Apparently, he's very unhappy with work and was just looking for an outlet. Told him to get a massage and then some.

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Gen, unsay update sa imong love life? ;-)Originally posted March 5, 2007.[reposted because of this]Armand and Genee. I think there's something there.There had been signs, you know. Little signs like Armand giving Gen affectionate back rubs. Armand looking for Gen all the time. Armand and Gen eating together. Gen pretending to be oblivious. (as if! heheheh)Plus, our friend's blooming. She went to

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Originally posted March 4, 2007.[reposted because of this]Destiny is eccentric, elusive, unfathomable. And while I do not have the wisdom to divine the infinity of his facets, I do not believe that he is as resolute and as unrelenting as he is often painted to be.Destiny's book may be absolute. But its countless plots and stories are not. The words are constantly changing, shifting in form,

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Originally posted by Bon, March 2, 2007.[reposted because of this]At 27, I finally know how it feels to be "busted" or "basted"? What's the appropriate word? Turned down? Ewan.I realized that guys are really good actors.This, my dear friends, is the most liberating letter I have recieved since I got the acceptance letter from U.P. Diliman. ;-)Hey,Yap im very happy here, baon nga lang sa trabaho

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I still think Bon and Mark would make a great couple. There's so much chemistry there, I swear! Hahahaha. Let this be my last will and testament: If I die an early death, Bonita Marie Cabiles should marry Mark Austin Ladanan.Daan Pa Lagi Ko!Originally posted by Bon, March 2, 2007.[reposted because of this]This is the work of the devil...JR: ingon si manoi wat, "kabaw na ko, magbinuotan na ko kay

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let may say it again: I MISS YOU, BON!!!Originally posted by Bon, March 2, 2007.[reposted because of this]It's past 10 p.m. and I haven't packed anything.My tent, personal floating device, first aid kit and climbing equipment are scattered in my room.To borrow Yan-Yan's statement: What was I thinking?My arms are still a little numb from the Single Rope Technique Practice the whole day. The rope

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Why does everyone keep asking me if Xyzha and I are friends again? My answer remains the same: Xyzha and I are not friends; we're sisters. And no friendship can ever compare to that. There's no need for apologies, for forgiveness, for a major maalala-mo-kaya-moment. We're sisters. And that should explain it all.Originally posted March 1, 2007.[reposted because of this]Let me take this opportunity

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Although this is technically our 8th year together, I'd much rather think that this is our 7th -- if only to explain the various pitfalls that came our way this year. You see, we weren't really together in our first year. It was only after I graduated from college that we started to get serious. The 7th year, they say, is the most difficult, the most challenge laden, the worst. Haaay. Don't I

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Originally posted February 27, 2007.[reposted because of this]I realized, after a whole day of learning to scuba dive, that I have a lot of control issues.I'm sure this comes as no surprise to the people who know me. It certainly didn't come as a surprise to Mark, the hapless victim of my irrational need to be in control all the time.I hate losing control, especially in an environment that is new

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and this is why i don't want to leave cebu. khyle is my world.Originally posted February 18, 2007.[reposted because of this]Mark, Khyle, and I went to a children's party today. The clown mistakently called us "Mom and Dad", and a warm feeling took hold of me, causing me to smile for the rest of the day. Fattery? Perhaps. Maternal pride? Definitely. I don't know if I'll ever give birth, but I know

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see what i mean? hahahah.Originally posted February 14, 2007.[reposted because of this]I just realized that before Mark and I became a couple, I've never had a Valentine's Day with a man. Through some weird twist of fate, I always ended up alone, depressed, and pining for nothing in particular on (what i used to call -) doomsday.In particular, there was one doomsday when Mia and I locked

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aaah. valentine's day brings out the best and the worst in people. *sigh*Originally posted February 14, 2007.[reposted because of this]Happy Day of Hearts!...to the lovelorn and the love-weary. to the ecstatic and the desperate. to the overjoyed and the overstarved.through the half-closed windows of lovers' room. through the wide welcoming doors of the family den. through the warm hugs of happy

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Originally posted February 13, 2007.[reposted because of this]why do we always end up talking about TB when we we're together? i don't think we miss him that much. or do we?thank you, Gela, for a wonderful meal at Oh George. the jambalaya rice and pork chops with butter and herbs were superb. yum, yum.

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Originally posted February 11, 2007.[reposted because of this]I meant to paste the transcript of my entire conversation with TB here, but he begged me not to. I rarely give in to his wishes, but this time, I thought it prudent to respect his privacy. After all, we might have a future president in our midst. (I can so see Genee's arched eyebrows.)But this one, I must (MUST) post here:"I have not

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I wonder what happened to this woman. Jo, buhi pa sya? Buhi pa mo? What's the scoop?Originally posted February 11, 2007.[reposted because of this]The impossible has happened: TB is in love!He says he's finally met the woman he's going to marry. For TB to say that is quite something. For TB to talk of marriage or anything related to the subject is everything.Of course, no one believes him but me.

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As of this writing, "toddler" no longer applies to Khyle. He's now a boy. *sigh* How fast time flies.Originally posted February 2, 2007.[reposted because of this]I can't believe that our little Khyle is in school. I'm so proud. Teary-eyed, emotion-choked proud. Khyle is now officially a toddler. *sniff*I wish I could have been there yesterday, on his very first day in school. It should have been

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I hesitate to repost this. But what the hell. This is still part of history. Originally posted January 29, 2007.[reposted because of this]I don't know what to make of it, really. I don't see the point of all these lies, all these elaborate tales. Wouldn't it be simpler to admit the truth and face the consequences?I still don't get it; I still don't. Is the truth too terrible an adversary? I think

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nothing's changed. argh!Originally posted January 21, 2007.[reposted because of this]In the order of things, it has always been Bon's role to be confused, Gen's to listen with her aloof worldliness, and mine to emphatically remind them that their place will always be in Cebu.It's almost a paradigm shift for me to admit that lately, I have been feeling an inexplicable urge to wander.My goal has

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Originally posted January 19, 2007.[reposted because of this]Scene: on our way home from BTCYan: I just realized that we now live in a world where we can't be overly friendly.Gen: You think?Yan: Yeah. I was lining up to use the rest room in Yellow Cab, and some little girls, about 5yrs old, were playing by the door. I tried chatting 'em up; they were so cute and giggly. Out of nowhere comes the

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case in point. *sniff*Originally posted January 14, 2007.[reposted because of this]There's nothing more soothing than the sound of waves as they kiss the shore. Nothing quite as poetic as the graceful mating of water and land.I had forgotten how much I loved the ocean. This weekend was a profound reminder of how deeply I have missed it.The midnight trek and the excellent conversation (re ken)

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How sad. I wish I can feel the same way about the ocean again. But it has become my enemy, and I swore never to go near it again. Ever.Originally posted January 12, 2007.[reposted because of this]We're leaving for Moalboal in a few hours. Though I was reluctant at first (what with my flu spiking unexpectedly), it seems that Mark's enthusiasm rubbed off on me.There's really nothing to do in the

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this is probably why I'm tired all the time. *groan*Originally posted January 12, 2007.[reposted because of this]I need to do something about Mark's loud and obnoxious snoring. It's a monstrous, evil sound, reminiscent of an ogre's manic laughter as he kills the last of his brethren in one quick blow. Seriously.This is not the first time I've cursed Mark for keeping me awake. My body is so

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