The Road to Sagada

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  1. josrique garciaAugust 17, 2004 at 4:14 AM

    oy! korny mo! hehe
    ok lang yan, at least your enthusiastic 'bout it...
    did you send that message just to Me or to everybody else???
    (n did you deliberately send it 19 times?)
    anyway, you just confirmed that you're a nerd.hehe

    sorry if i'm being sarcastic or critical....just one o those moody days...

    by the way, kadayawan festival is coming up, there's a food festival just down the street at roxas and i think a rock gig...

    ey, since you're visiting, promise you'll convince papa to go to the beach so i can try my new goggles. told him if we could rent a jetski we could tour 'round samal...also, remind us to buy durian while you're here

    SIGE see you

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