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We interrupt this long stretch of time without updating with this:
I love you, Mina!
I hate you, Mina. I hate you for having the guts to go after what you want and traveling to a whole different country just to experience it. I hate that you joie de vivre is so strong you have me (and other people in the office) infected. I hate that wherever you go, there's always an extra cheer in the air after you leave. I hate that you're now seriously pursuing your passion for fashion. I hate how you've chosen to be happy.
I hate how I can ask you the stupidest questions and you completely humor me ("Mina, why do smokers need to smoke after eating?"). I hate how we both love cheesy historical romances (snarking about stupid plotlines yet sighing over the happily-ever-afters). I hate how I can be totally transparent with you, and you have no qualms about being the same with me. I hate how much I love your self-help books. I hate how you like scribbling on the margins of your books (or adding annotations to your ebooks). I hate how many corny cartoons we both liked as kids. I hate the many kinds of freakin' toys we happily compared with each other. I hate your addiction to Coke. I hate how the mere pop and fizzle of opening a can of Coke can send you into raptures. I hate how much I truly, truly LOVE your cooking. I hate how you can be my biggest cheerleader when I'm down, and be totally blunt when my writing sucks. I hate how you can give me a cute bagtag because "it's so you, Lex." I hate how you like pretending to answer your new mobile. I hate how truly iconic and "you" your fashion sense is. I hate that we have the same shoe size and gush over each other's footwear! I hate how utterly endearing your "manyak" side can be. I hate how you can put makeup on me and I always look like myself, only more beautiful! I hate how much I like watching you put on makeup!
Worst of all, I hate how much I love you and that I'm so happy you're going off and truly having a life adventure! That I'm grateful for everything we've shared (sometimes seemingly too much, I'm afraid). Whatever happens, you know I'm here. You promised--we're going to Divi to do some wild-crazy shopping!