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  In The Flesh

The name's Janine.
Born on the 29th of May.
Middle School English teacher

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Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Here.

When I have nowhere else to rant, I turn to this blog. Nobody reads my posts here, which is why it feels so free writing here. The need to rant is satisfied, without me worrying if my grammar stinks or if my entries make sense.

J's back from Sydney. Called right after I sent the message. Which is a little annoying, given I was actually waiting for him to make the move this time. But anyway. Said he brought chips (I just love Thins), a big box of chocolates from his Tita, and a bottle of sparkling wine (story behind this will be relayed soon enough). Cool, yeah. Lots of pasalubong from down under. Still doesn't change the fact that I saw what I saw last night... *shrugs*

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe my faith in our relationship is slowly minified by my own insecurities. Maybe it IS just me. I don't know. The timing just seems a little odd. I guess I need to step back and reflect on why these things are happening and why these thoughts are always in my head.

By the way, it's gonna be the first Good Friday I won't be spending with the family. Going to Angono to join J's family in the annual procession. That would mean sacrificing a weekend at the beach with the entire Visaya clan (my Lola's side from my Dad's side). Will the trip to Angono be worth giving up the weekend with my family? Jon said I had a choice. That I could choose to join my family and that the trip to Angono would be the last option. But hell, this is the first time I'd ever been invited to a boyfriend's "clan get-together"... Now what?

Again, rants. I am deeply sorry to whoever's gonna get to read this.

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