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TONI:

Aba.. akalain mo, ilang taon na pala ang nakalipas ever since that fated night sa luma naming bahay sa teacher's village, na ngayon ay nirerenovate na at pinatatayuan na ng townhouse.. pero antatag nyo ha. Dinaig nyo pa bahay namin! Hahaha.. pero seriously, I am so thankful to be a part of your love story.. biro mo pinag-arte mo nyo pa ko mga hinayupak kayo! Hahaha, joke lang! Kidding aside, Ali and Sam, I wish you more crazy years to come.. through it all, I know you guys could make it through.. basta don’t forget me when you guys tie the knot ha? Hehe.. and Ali, I’ll show you how bridal showers rock! Hahaha.. Miss you guys and I hope to see you again soon! Congrats ulet! :D

ARMI:

5 years na pala yun? Ang tanda na natin, ay NYO lang pala. Hahaha. Happy 5th Anniversary Sam and Alina! Continue the LOVIN. and spread more LOVE. Sam, painom ka naman!

RORY:

happy anniversary uncle and auntie sam! :') it's been how many years na! antagal niyo na! parang kailan lang nung iniistylan pa ni alinakyut ang poging si sam aheeee haha ;p anyways stay strong. alam kong kahit anu pa ang pagdaanan niyo, kayo pa rin hanggang sa dulo. :) happy happy! cheers! -kahel

LIFE in FIVE

I'm not very good using Photoshop. I'm often the damsel in distress, texting Sam what I should click. what keys to press, etc. But I finally decided it has to end. So, here it is. One of my first Photoshop experiments. My gift for Sam for our 5th. I know he'll be proud of me, as he always is.

-- Alina

Very Short Story Vol. 1: LAMPPOST

(Isa ito sa mga favorite moments ko with Sam)


Pinapawisan ka na…” Sam’s voice was soft and breathy. The long walk from College of Math made us both sweat profusely. Sam tugged at his shirt, letting in some air, while I wiped the beads of sweat on my forehead and looked around. It was already dark in UPISSI. But the nighttime did little to obliterate the summer heat. Self consciously, I tried to fix my hair.

This is it. It must be the walk, or maybe my nerves. My heart was beating fast. Say something, do it. But instead of saying something witty or sweet, I just stared at the big, looming, yellow lamppost, where fireflies were gathering, swallowing the light.

I said, daming gamu-gamo o. I didn’t bother to look if you were looking at the lamp post or not. But I felt it – your light steps on the pavement, your sweet, minty breath on my cheek, your hand on my neck. And the next thing I know, I felt your lips on mine. Gustong-gusto kita, Ali.

I felt my knees weaken, my head spinning. It’s been five years, but I can still remember it vividly now. You and I in the empty parking lot, fireflies dancing above us.

-- Alina