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Hindi na ako marunong mag-English!!!

Its past ten, and I'm still at the office. I've managed to hijack someone else's PC - my uber slow one quits on me when the office bell rings at 6:45.
Now, my next problem is thinking of what to put down next - I've been writing in Tagalog for the past week, and I can't seem to think up a good English sentence like I used to.
A nice and famous writer was nice enough to ask me to submit a story for an anthology he's coming up with sometime at the end of the year. Of course, I have to come up with an appropriate story first, submit it, then hope to God that's its good enough to get published. That my job requires me to write in Tagalog (which, by the way, I never really wasn't good at) and subsequently, think in Tagalog doesn't help at all. Nevertheless, the invitation has inspired me enough to start racking by Tagalog-infested brain for something I could possibly write about.
Thank you, o great and famous writer.


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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


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