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Wednesday, November 12, 2003
How do you celebrate turning 21 in a strange city? No more drunken party this time. No more drowning in overflowing bottles of San Mig Light. No more dancing till the sun brings out its brilliant light. No more singing till our voices would go hoarse. No more gentle arms around me and sweet kisses in the moonlight. No more anticipation of the year ahead. Instead what do I have? Trees so bare it's depressing. Cold wind gushing forth. Gray, gray world. No sun peeking out from the heavens. Ice, cold, cold ice in the windshield of your car. Heaters turned on full blast. Alone. *** Not so bad after all With hearing him say this to me? Nah. It's not so bad afterall. Best birthday gift - these words. 'you're one of the greatest things that happened to my life... and I thank God for that...We may not see each other, but my love for you remains here inside me - my heart, my mind and my soul. Without you, I may be no one, but with you there, I know I'm not alone."
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