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11/03/2002 Entry: "Weekend in Tagaytay"

For the long weekend, my barkada and I decided to go to Tagaytay to catch up with each other and reminisce about old times. We stayed overnight at Tara's vacation house, talking nonstop about everything from shoes to shampoo to boys, relationships, and how we all dreaded turning 26 and beyond.

Sheryll brought some Arctic Melon Vodka and Ge brought the 7up -- nobody got drunk this time though. We all fell asleep like old hags before that happened. Lightweights. We spent the earlier part of the night watching a pirated DVD copy of Sweet Home Alabama -- a good movie to watch with girlfriends, except that we kept hearing laughing noises from the audience; whoever created this DVD copy must've been taping it inside the movie theater. Towards the last half hour, the film quality started getting worse and we could barely hear anything. Straining to read the subtitles, we made out two words... THE END. The movie ended right there, without us knowing who ended up with whom and how. That's what you get for 2 bucks.

It was Poky's 26th birthday today and we surprised her with a cake. There, in the center of it all, two candles, one a 2, the other a 6, staring at us -- the big 26. Sheryll and I will be its next victims. We were talking about how sad we usually are during our birthdays. It was so much better when we were kids, balloons and gifts were enough to make our day. Very different now, too many worries and fears about life.

I'm leaving for SF in 3 days. I feel sad about leaving home again. Weird how I always feel sad about leaving, whether it's from San Francisco or from Manila. As Reese Witherspoon said in the movie, "I'm happy there, but this fits too."