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To the Artivist who signed my guestbook: I want the exact same thing(s). :)
I am a total text addict. I guess it was bound to happen what with my internet deprivation in Laguna. It's better than email. Its WALKING email. Cool.
Hung out with my cousins and some friends in Malate last night. I feel so old. Hindi ko na pala kaya mag-inuman. I'm a chilled wine type of girl now. T'was fun though. Malate (at least the area around Adriatico Circle and Nakpil Street), according to my cousin, can be compared to Bourbon Street in New Orleans. A strip of bars, cafes, and clubs on one small street. You don't even have to go inside. Just hanging outside is fun enough especially for those strapped for cash.
Its so weird. When I'm in New York, I read the Philippine Daily Inquirer, and am heart-broken at all the tragedy and corruption happening here in Manila. Pero ngayon nang dito ako, parang wala. Ganoon parin ang buhay. Just the minor "inconvenience" of having your bag checked by guards before you enter the mall, tapos, wala na. Yun lang.
I think I'm gonna have a hard time speaking straight English again when I come back. Tagalog na tagalog kasi. Feeling no?
I think I can live in the Philippines. But for now, I'll stay in the States.
I miss my Lola.
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