I really hope hny won't be here on Good Friday. I hope I'd cry that day because I'll be spending two weeks alone, for the first time in five years since we got together. That would mean they are able to push through their trip without a hitch.

They already have their Jamaican and US visas and we have a lot of people to thank for the valuable assistance they have unselfishly extended. Only the Canadian stamp is missing and they're set to go. I know hny is so stressed out for several weeks now, he has to write a lot of letters and make a lot of phone calls to facilitate their documents worsened by all the thinking, hoping and the seemingly endless waiting. But, I'm sure the trip is worth the effort and so I'm praying that all is going to be well come March 23 or earlier.

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Ma, belated happy birthday. Thank you for being a wonderful mother and friend to us three. I'm so thankful for having the best parents one could ever wish for. Luv you so much.

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My prayers for a friend who just lost a beloved relative.

Finally, after 4 long years of waiting, our yearbook is finally out.

Why the delay? Someone ran off with P15,000. Instead of remitting it to the printing press, the person decided to help pretty, young boys with their education and play azucarera de mamma. Gross.

On with the yearbook. Ours is different from the usual big and bulky yearbooks that can be mistaken as one of Lola Basyang's collection. It's really fun to read (fun=ROTFL), people look different under heavy make-up. And the testimonials are sweet, outrageous and downright crazy. Good thing I had the sense to submit a poem (for myself) and hny quoted a Beastie Boys song (for himself). Talk about narcissism. Heck, I like that poem bakit ba? :D

Here's the poem which made all the testimonials in our yearbook sound cheesy. Seriously, in celebration of International Women's Day, I want to share this poem of William Ernest Henley to all my womyn friends who have stood up for their convictions and who have managed to stay beautiful despite the pressures of this male-dominated world.