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    This one made me weepy this morning. Girl finds out her bestfriend and roommate -- a 160-lb English Mastiff has terminal bone cancer and only has a few months to live. So armed with a bucket list of adventures she would like to share with her dog, they go off on canoe rides, road trips, visits to both busy spots and quiet spaces and, finally, spend a last day together by the ocean in Maine, where she finally finds peace and acceptance. This is real love, people.


    I still keep a journal despite having a blog. No matter how spill-all-my-guts-out open I may seem, there are many things I do and think that I'll just never tell. I've always thought it kept me sane to be able to express myself without fear of being censored or criticized. Whenever I pick up an old journal, even one from my 13-year-old self I realize that as much as I've changed so much is still the same. I just know how to dodge bullets faster and better. From: HUFFPOST Healthy Living, 01/20/15


    Which is why I've decided to keep this blog around, at least for a little while longer. I've always picked up a pen (or sat in front of a keyboard) any time I needed to make sense of my world; writing allows me to get into my head and get all my thoughts out without having to worry about how ridiculous I sound (that's where the editing comes in). From: The New York Times, 01/19/15
    This was lovely. The post is by a novelist who was asked how to encourage a young writer. It sounds eerily like the story of my life -- now all I need is to keep reading and keep writing (and, okay, start submitting). From: M Molly Backes' blog, 07/12/11


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October 22, 2005


Basang Panaginip

Good to see that you're over the writer's block.

Si Kenny parang si Georgie Porgie... heheheh.

Seriously though, some friends are like family *Godfather music background*


Having grown up with four big brothers myself (and I do mean big!), I've always felt that any girl who has had to go without has missed a lot. The capacity to actually enjoy action films, to throw a punch that does some damage, to swear like a sailor while smiling like a siren... best of all, the ability to understand men without having to hold a girl-group-session over it! Good thing you went out and got yourself some brothers of your own--I guess you've always BEEN a shopper, haven't you?


Guess what? I was at a bloggers conference for journalists yesterday and John was one of the panelists!

Yes, he does seem the type to do the right thing all the time, without compromises.


Hi Basangpanaginip - Ay naku, trust me -- when he got older, girls only cried if he didn't get to kiss them. :)

Hello Nikki - I know what you mean! Through the years I've been able to "compare" my girlfriends who grew up with brothers and those who didn't (like me) -- everything you say is true.:) And hmmm, I never thought about that shopping angle; 'tis true, if I don't have something, I go out and get it. :)

Hi Cathy - That John never toots his own horn, so even back in college, I'd have to do it for him. He's told me about some of the crossroads he's found himself at through the years -- and always, he took the one that didn't compromise his principles and ideals (even if it would have been so easy to take the other and justify his decision, as I believe most others would have done instead). Let me tell you, he's always inspired me to try to do the same, although I know I'm not made of such strong stuff. :)


G, you are too kind. No, really. I don't recognize this guy at all! All I know is that you taught me to tap "Maneater" on the car horn, you treated me to an endless supply of lemon chicken in LA, you listened to my sob stories in that cheesy deli in Tina's apartment building -- you did all these, and more, despite my failing to send you postcards from Europe! So much for doing the right thing, sis!

Hello Cathy. I wish I had known you were at the forum. I would have wanted to say Hi, and congratulate you on your head-turner of a blog.

Kuya R

Hi Gigi,
I've been reading your blog and it's a good way to miss/not miss you.


Ay naku John, you know I forgave you a long time ago for being the worst letter-writer (and email sender too -- gee, you now suck in two written communication mediums, thanks to technology) ever! And only because of two things: you actually liked my lemon chicken, and Baguio. :)

PS: Sigh -- you remembered Maneater. I guess that's now a third reason.

Hello Kuya! I miss you because I only get to catch up with you once a year (if at that) -- and no one keeps me updated in-between (we've already established John -- the award-winning writer -- never has, never will). Oh yeah, I forgot to send you the P family tree, but I'll do it right now. BTW a couple of days after I met up with you guys for lunch, I met one of y/our Bataan cousins (the governor dude). He smells good, just like you. :)


Guess whose alive? Would you believ that this is the first time I have been able enter into your blogsite.

I wonder if you remember Mr. Bong Leuterio, the frustrated matchmaker. He was the reason (coupled with extreme shyness) why I had to deny his amorous accusations towards me though some did believe the possibility that I had been attracted to you. Erwin, I think saw that.

Just remember, you can't pick your relatives, but you can pick your friends. And to set the record straight, WE (yes, collectively speaking) chose you to be our youngest sibling/friend/object of both wanted and unwanted attention.

GTG, hope that I get to write you again somehow. (Hah!!!)


Gigi -I have a younger brother. It's fun, especially when he brings home his friends. The guys are fine, but the girls...I like to see the kinds of looks that the girls' he brings home give me. The awkwardness they feel as they sit on my couch as I walk in the front door. Even when they call for him - the squeaky-ness in their voice knowing that - Shit, it's his sister. Cruel? Noo - just some catty fun. I bet you've analyzed/criticized the girls your Kuyas' spoke to you about.


Salamat Gigi. The way you write about it, parang ang bait namin.

The more I read your blog, the more I discover - ang kulay talaga ng buhay mo! I admire how you've made your choices, and bounced back from your trials and palpaks (who doesn't have palpak anyway?).

As a brother though, I urge you to think through the "goodbye to organized religion" some more.

Another thing I - we - all of us who have gotten hooked to your blog - see more and more, is what a fantastic writer you are. You make even writer's block interesting! Great work Gigi.

Patuloy naming aabangan ang mga susunod mong kabanata...


Hi Mahal - Hey, I'm so glad your work server finally decided my site's not pornographic enough to block (wait until my next post, hehe). Wow, I haven't heard Bong's name forever -- oo nga no, he kept trying to play matchmaker to both of us pala. Hehe. I wonder if his (palpak)experience with us effectively ended his yenta career. :)

Hi Lyn - Believe me, I would have said something if I didn't approve of any of their girlfriends (just as they were quite vocal about mine). Kaya lang, they couldn't have picked better -- talaga! I even liked their exes. :)

Hello Gej - I hate to say this, but compared to so many of the guys I've met, mabait talaga kayo. :) Even mom used to tell me repeatedly that with all the "nice" guys I knew (I think she was referring to all of you, incl. Go-bings, etc.), why was I wasting my time with inferior men?

Hehe, I suspected one of you would talk to me about the religion thing, but I seriously thought it would be P. But now that I think of it, it really could have been any of you. See what I mean -- mabait talaga kayong lahat!

BTW let me know if you have the Raul Midon cd. I REALLY think you'll like it. If you don't, I'll burn you a copy and send it nalang. OK?

John N.

Mabait, huh? I guess you haven't talked to the exes! : )


Hi Gigi.

You know I've been looking for that Raul Midon CD. Your write up really got me interested. Kaya lang, I could not remember the name correctly, so I must have thrown off the saleslady.Either that or the shops I asked from didn't have it.

I'll have a chance to look for the CD later for one more time. If I can't find it, sige, please send a copy. Also, if it's easy for you, pati the "Amazing Night" of Burt Bacharach you wrote about. I still remember how you wrote about a particular version of "Anyone Who Had a Heart".

BTW, how did you find Pasakalye by Noel Cabangon?


Hi John - Naku, siguro nga! Maybe I shouldn't either -- masisira lang ang ilusyon. :)

Hey Gej - Check this out:
You'll get to hear three Midon songs in their entirety. Although my favorite "Waited All My Life" isn't one of them (he wrote this for his wife; whenever I listen to it I get goosebumps), you'll get a sense of how terrific a musician he is. Don't look too hard -- it's no biggie to burn it as well as the Bacharach cd (with the Wynnona version of "Anyone Who Had a Heart").


Hi Gigi.

Tried looking for Raul Midon. Nada.

Sige, I look forward to getting the CDs from you. Thanks!

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