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Stuck...

Do you know how it feels to think you'll be doing something just for a couple of days and end up doing it for a couple of weeks or months even? It's not a fun feeling. Especially if the circumstances that cause that event are beyond your control. But it's not that the stay here in the provinces in the Philippines isn't fun. It's just that the comfort of familiar environments and familiar people are not there.

We've been stuck in the hotel for a couple of weeks already, mainly due to some unavoidable circumstances. And it's not that we're not working, it's just that we're really having a nice time here while we're not which makes it almost bearable. Until you start thinking of what you've left behind, or what you're missing.

I'll be paying rent again for the month of december, even though I've only been in the house/apartment just for a couple of days. I'm not complaining, it's just really something I miss -- the house, and my housemates. I also miss the commute, cable TV, my laptop which I LEFT (stupidly) in the office, and the people both in Manila and Calauan. I didn't bring a lot of clothes, so I've been having them washed every other day and using them over and over for the past two weeks already.

Being here in the province also gives you a couple of things to think about -- especially how nice it would be to have a simple life. That's something I would want maybe when I've already gotten other things I'm missing in life -- someone who actually understands me, and would stand by me through thick and thin, a lover, a very good friend.

I miss my best friend. But I know, she'll be there for me when I need her, just as she's always been. And when she needs me, I do my best to be always there. Oh well, I should start thinking of my special gift to my very special best friend. *hint* *hint*

I hope everybody has a nice christmas. Merry Merry everyone.

CHill...

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