i was merely asking how you were doing since we almost lost touch.. and i thought that playing a same old joke and adding up a lame hirit would just bring blushes to your face just as many times before or would bring funny feelings to you or a familiar friendship (that i thought was there)..

i was wrong. my joke, my hirit were really lame, i guess. or they've become lame as we spent lesser talk time. i guess, it brought or added pain, insult and offense to you, although that wasn't really my intention.

for that, i am sorry. but i will never be sorry for being your friend. i was never a bitch to you.. so don't ever call me that again. this time around, it is better that we lose touch than lose respect.

so....... i'll see you when i see you.

mush, pain and sungit aside, i had a great time with you and thanks for teaching me sooo much about life and friendship. u take care, and give yourself some time out sometimes.

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it really is time to move on.

i've actually been stepping on the same shit for the past months.. or for a year, should i say? thinking and hoping that the rain and my blood and tears would hopefully eventually wash it off of my feet.. finally! thank goodness, the sky paved way for my prayers to be heard by the Infinite Universe..

i am moving on and moving along..

in a few weeks i'll be doing my last stint for that freakin' project.. and i'm happy. my teammates are witnesses to that. i may miss the work that i do for them, i may miss the pople from our fellow NGOs, i mayn miss the radio program i do every freakin' thursday, i may miss the unending, brain-wacking meetings... but i will never miss my fat-ass boss. (sorry. it's not everyday that i write worry-free and carelessly..)