Gracy,do you remember the Tiagas from Dulay subd,or Max Dimamay?Doctolero?Bebing macalisang?Bobong macalisang?Did you go to Notre Dame?Kristen Baito?Grace Dulay?
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Gracy,do you remember the Tiagas from Dulay subd,or Max Dimamay?Doctolero?Bebing macalisang?Bobong macalisang?Did you go to Notre Dame?Kristen Baito?Grace Dulay?
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Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Mrs. Tiaga used to be my elementary teacher, and so is Mrs. Gayonggala, and also Mrs. Asibal. I grew-up in Dulay Subd. but I am not Grace Dulay, the closest Dulay to me is the youngest sister of Tiloy. I know the Estrera's, the Doctolero's (Bambi, his other siblings but they're a bit older than me), I know all of the Macalisang's and I think Bebing is the 2nd eldest, Bobong and then their youngest. The Jorque's were the one's I really grew up with...these were the once prominent families in town and that includes the Gopio's, Rativo's, Villanueva's, Casidsid's etc.I won't say anything about my family name as I would like to remain anonymous, I'm planning to go home and I want to maintain a very low profile. I enrolled in Notre Dame but cancelled at the last minute.
Now, the pasalubong...am not sure what I can get from Leipzig but I'll see what I can do sistah.
Amigo, thanks so much indeed. I'll try not to hang out very late and I won't stay there long as I will only be there for the wedding. Yeah, better safe than sorry.
And will remind myself never to mention the war.
The bravest thing that men do is love women--Mort Sahl
Thats cool Gracy,anonymity is goodenjoy germany.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
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