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I have this strong choking feeling of missing home. Lately, looking at friendster and spending ridiculous amounts of cash on calling friends and family has been both my camouflage and comfort to show that actually I am still connected to my home. I haven’t been home in a long time; it will be a year and a half on December. It feels like such a long ( Read more... )

Testosterone-y. That has been my constant death-becomes-her secret. I unconsciously spray male hormones when people least expect it (that was a metaphor). Take the way my dance coach reprimands me. ‘YOU NEVER LEAD, you’re a girl. Men lead, girls follow. If you don’t believe it, at least in salsa you should. Loosen your arms like you loosen your ( Read more... )

W left for a vacation to Croatia. I’m left here at one o’clock after coming home from salsa, crying. I don’t know why I’m crying. All that tough, independent, I-can-live-without them load of crap that I manage to muster every now and then is of no use when you realize that you already have allowed someone to lease a part of you. The lease contract ( Read more... )

Ateh is leaving for Hungary again, which means I won’t be able to see him for most of this week. Yesterday though we went to Vienna, I drove there and back. Siyempre ako ang pa-mhin. =) It was a good setup though because he’s the one who did Vienna by road twice already. I’ve gone there in the past only by plane, or train. He was zee navigator, ( Read more... )

I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I suddenly recognized the fact that I do not have any rhythm at work. Sabi nga ng nanay ko para kong hinahabol ng demonyo pag nagsimula na kong magtrabaho. Like in every other aspect of my life, once I gain momentum it is so difficult for me to stop. Getting a second wind to me is as natural as opening ( Read more... )

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