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saturday: slept thru the whole morning, woke up to have lunch with gelo at greenwich robi. the meal in itself is wonderful-pasta & macaroni salad, however, the place was full of ppl (needless to say, it's a saturday afternoon & electricity's out) & some programaroo was goin' on in the atrium.. we went food shopping. booh. msg filled food. canned goodies. chips. no candies. today breakfast at jollibee. chicken. gravy. rice. lunch at bob's. fruit punch. giant cheese burger shared with miko. cheese & mushroom croissant. & we got the balloons. :) white and blue. and non-helium. :) blech.

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at this time of writing, dell's awarding ceremony is about to start.

weekend's great. i also got a huge bag of rambutan from the landlord. :) he said, rambutan from my orchard. :)

hehehehe.

photos will be posted in my multiply account. :) And again there are no words. Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body's love, but beyond that they fail clumsily. My love flowed out to her, hers back to me. Mine stroked and soothed. Hers caressed. The distance- and the difference- between us dwindled and vanished. We could meet, mingle, and blend. Neither one of us existed any more; for a time there was a single being that was both. There was escape from the solitary cell; a brief symbiosis, sharing all the world.. The Chrysalids by John Wyndham