Sudden thoughts

I don't have all the answers. But it's great that way. The process of getting the answers I need has been such a grand adventure. 

Besides, where's the fun in knowing everything from the onset?

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  1. Avril DGMay 27, 2009 at 4:39 PM

    Ditto.

    Where's the fun in looking at the last page of a book to make sure a happy ending is in the offing? ;)

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  2. red pasetesMay 27, 2009 at 5:02 PM

    oo nga. pero daming guilty sa ganyan. looking at the ending, i mean. :D

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  3. Avril DGMay 27, 2009 at 5:07 PM

    Not me. At least for books. I have been won't to ask if an unknown movie ends with someone dying, though. =D But the sanctity of book endings is to me inviolable. =D

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  4. red pasetesMay 27, 2009 at 5:44 PM

    that's very good then. i pretty much do the same. :D

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  5. ria lioanagMay 28, 2009 at 9:25 PM

    waiting for this one. so how are you? we've been together lately, but think we've been avoiding matters that, hmmmm... i mss you kuya bj. i hope we can talk about thse matters soon.

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  6. red pasetesMay 29, 2009 at 12:00 AM

    ha? parang na-lost ako. madaming matters. alin kaya don? hehe.

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  7. donna rasalan lampaMay 29, 2009 at 3:21 PM

    korek! besides, at the right time, the answrs which matter will make themselves known to us.... =D

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