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I am happy. Relationships with mine and Ander's friends are more tight-knit and mature than ever (and not just those friends everyone knows about). I have figured out people's true intentions and have cautioned myself away from the few toxic ones. I am closer than comfort ever to Ander's family and relatives, as he is with mine, that we even joke about switching families now. My freelance "job" is seriously raking it in within the past year, and I earn more than enough to cover all the bills, a few wants, and some — all while giving me the luxury ...
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The last weekend was probably one of the longest weekends (figuratively, of course) I have ever spent in my life. Ander and I arrived at the bunny's house at half past noon on Saturday. We've already been travelling 4 hours by then, and we're about to go on another 2-hour trip with her family and relatives to Nasugbu in a nearby province, which is known for its nice beaches. Ander and I are like extended extended extended members of her family, you see. I've been in a lot of family things with them. But this is not just another one ...
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I think I could probably write a book of all the weird things men do or love that make absolutely zero sense to me – farting under the covers, the attraction to girl-on-girl action, and naming body parts (just to name a few). But what has continued to blow my mind more than anything over the last several years is why men feel the need to hoot and holler things to women on the street. Why do they think it's socially acceptable to objectify and disrespect women in the guise of — what they think is a — compliment? I'll ...
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Paris (and Europe in general) has always been my dream. Love this quote on the Christmas card my cousin, who is now based in France, sent me: "Ajouter deux lettres à Paris: c'est le Paradis" ~Jules Renard Translated, it says: Add two letters to Paris: This is Paradis. Ate, I'll see you in Paris indeed ...
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Today, Mai asked me copies of those "tags" that were all the rage in Facebook (and the blogging world) years ago so she could answer them herself. I couldn't help but cringe while reading some. Did those answers really come from me? How would I react to those questions now? I'm answering some of those tags again, after more than 5 years, just to see how much my perspectives and opinions have changed compared to when I was but a nineteen-year-old girl. 1. Why aren't you with the person you were first in love with? Past me said: "Because he ...
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F*ck vanity. Yes, you are great. But so is everyone else ...
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