THINGS 

2 or some weeks to go before Frenchy goes home to Pransya. We're fine. It doesn't diminish the value but it becomes priceless. My stubborness gets in the way of equality in a relationship. I did quite learn a lot from being with 2 European men but more from Frenchy. You see, they are basically different with locals here. Though it's very judgemental to say since i haven't really had a true blue Filipino guy, though i think i had but they were not too Filipino. One felt like he was an American, the other hallucinated he was Jamaican.

It leaves me a bit lost, or rather misty-eyed, somewhat hopeful and forward looking, from whatever situations arise from having this so-called long distance relationship. My breasts heave as i think about it and i feel like Irma Adlawan in Tuhog. I am very sad, but sadness stems not because he will be away but because of the flight, the exodus part.  I think it was the image for me--- someone taking flight, someone leaving-- the school, the house, the city, the country, the life. That image helped me a lot when i am required to cry in 2 minutes while staring on a white wall.  It gets jumbled up at first as if trying to scan stored memory from a data bank and then boom! You are crying because you thought about them in the exact illusion of taking flight. It started when i was 14 when she left for New York. Then he left the house. Then he left me. Then he leaving the country. Well, at least everybody has to leave di ba? You just have to be alone to feel the worth of leaving. Adjustments to that can be worked out since you really can't do anything about it.  ANyway, that's just a thought

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I went to Paranaque and Ayala Alabang Village with our company driver. He seemed so intense in talking about retrenchment matters that go about in the engineering dept. of the network. And I, being so apathetic about it, just nods and uhuhs at every strong point he raises. And then i found out that he belongs to a famous religious sect in the country. He requested that we turn on the radio and tune into the AM station of his organization. It's not a usual  radio show that preaches the gospel to the listeners. Instead of hearing basics on how to be saved from hell and get salvation,  it becomes a fault-finding committee and ridiculed bashing portion at this popular preacher spoofed before by Michael V. I had to endure that from Paranaque-Alabang-Quezon City. Dios mio! Literally! You can equate that ride to an FX churning out those blasted english novelty songs about frogs and a froggy afternoon while reviewing for prelims. Dudugu ang ilong ko sa hilo.