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Gim loves the song “You” by Basil Valdez. It’s the one he dedicates to me. So in honor of our monthsary, I will post the lyrics to this song. You give me hope,The strength, the will to keep on;No one else can make me feel this wayAnd only youCan bring...

Dearest Gim, I just wanted to say, Gimmi, Happy 35th Months. 🙂 I have loved you from the moment you saw me, more than three years ago. More and more, I love you, every day, as it seems my heart breaks all the rules of space and physics. More and...

Almost everyone has pined for someone they love. I have. I met a girl more than three years ago and it was love at first sight. She was sitting there, her hair flowing like silk, alabaster skin glowing with its own unearthly radiance. She batted her eyelashes and looked at...

A week ago Gim and I switched cellphones and SIM cards and he hasn’t come over since. After a spate of text messages imploring him to come and visit me or else I would leave him for good, Gimmi comes bursting through my door, glaring at me with blood red...

After four days of having no internet connection (our phoneline was truncated during a sudden storm) I have gained all the pounds (must have been at least two if my imagination is to be believed) I lost!! Why? What does a jobless person when she doesn’t have a job, her...

See the difference? How about now? Yes, you got it! Yay! This girl has got new front teeth! Dental surgery!!! Have a look at my nice, new, front teeth. Tee Hee! I went to the dentist last week to have my molar fixed (the empasta broke). Doc ended up convincing...

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Pre Menstrual Syndrome. Such a short term. Compared to such a loooonnngggg agony!!! Agay! As we say in Chavacano. El dolor! I remember the first time my vagina bled. It was during my eleventh birthday. Great timing. God drank a bit too much mompo (holy wine to non-Catholics) and became...

I have always hated being tickled. A tiny fluttering touch on my collarbone reduces me to giggles. A feathery brush on my sole drives a shiver up my spine. Being pinned on the bed with only a verbal suggestion of tickling sends me into spasms and tears. As you can...