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We're not going to be together for his birthday. AGAIN. He's not staying here in Davao. He'll be spending the holidays in his hometown, Cotabato City. I've never been there. I want to visit the place where he grew up. Maybe someday. I want to meet his friends and relatives there. I guess that would be exciting. Anyway, Happy Birthday to you my dear Ciovic. My gift shall be given to you when you get back. Always know that I love you wherever you are. Sorry for the trite statement, but I assure you that it's true. :-)
2 comments:
i'm from cotabato city.
wow. while some dread to go to cotabato, here you are wishing to see the place i like to call "hell on earth". it must be love! hehehe.
really, it's not bad as it sounds. hehehe..
haha! yes Ms. Z it really is love. He left his friends and "career" in music there to be here with me in Davao. I think there's no reason for me to dred his birthplace. Naks. :-D
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