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I like writing journal entries when I'm not at home. It kinda gives a raw edge to the intrinsic tone of the entry, especially when its written right after a supposedly "significant" event in my life, as opposed to something that was written many days after, when I've had time to digest and analyze and rationalize. By then my entry would be as boring as shit.
Anyway, I'm in Bohol right now, writing this from a hotel lobby, since it's the only area where they have wi-fi. Mr. Piano Man is playing "Bayan Ko", requested by a Caucasian couple in the next table. I surmise that the waiters must be all thinking, I'm so serious and shit, typing like there's no tomorrow when tourists in bikini tops and board shorts are passing by me and the endless sea is beckoning. They don't know I'm blogging, which is far more interesting to me than the beach right now.
Mr. Piano Man is playing "Sunrise, Sunset", from Fiddler on the Roof and I suddenly want to cry. Reading Charles Uy's entry didn't help matters, huhu. Why am I so frigging emotional the past few days? Anyway, I'll write another entry documenting my sad story since it's embarassing to burst into tears amidst all these strangers.
Now Mr. Piano Man is playing Janet Jackson's "Again". Shit. Shit. Shit.
Anyway, I'm in Bohol right now, writing this from a hotel lobby, since it's the only area where they have wi-fi. Mr. Piano Man is playing "Bayan Ko", requested by a Caucasian couple in the next table. I surmise that the waiters must be all thinking, I'm so serious and shit, typing like there's no tomorrow when tourists in bikini tops and board shorts are passing by me and the endless sea is beckoning. They don't know I'm blogging, which is far more interesting to me than the beach right now.
Mr. Piano Man is playing "Sunrise, Sunset", from Fiddler on the Roof and I suddenly want to cry. Reading Charles Uy's entry didn't help matters, huhu. Why am I so frigging emotional the past few days? Anyway, I'll write another entry documenting my sad story since it's embarassing to burst into tears amidst all these strangers.
Now Mr. Piano Man is playing Janet Jackson's "Again". Shit. Shit. Shit.