Within the last 10 to 15 minutes, my chest suddenly felt that all-too familiar sunken feeling.

From the latest e-mail: Teny finally wrote her long-overdue letter to the barkada e-groups on what happened with the aborted wedding. My heart sank when I got to the part where she mentions that, contrary to her initial perception that it is her ex-fiancee who'll be more devastated than her, it is beginning to appear that it is the other way around.

I remember the exchange of text messages we had last Sunday about the subject matter. At some point, I became a bit dismissive of her 'present concerns' and did my self-serving, high-and-mighty statements. I regret having sent them. She's right, I (and probably the rest of her friends) will never understand what she's going through right now. It's just that I hear one thing (and only one thing) not having the wisdom to look through the cracks.

I'll be looking forward to seeing her in two weeks - when we get to decorate her place? :)

Another source of temporary heartache: my fantasy of moving to Northern Spain is short-lived.  I just learned from the program coordinator of a university at that place that 99% of their courses are taught in Spanish (and other regional languages). Now, unless I miraculously learn Spanish within a year (and not just conversational Spanish, oki?), I may as well junk the option of applying for post-doctoral studies.

I better pay Jo a visit real soon.

Same goes for Ma'am Pachot. I miss the grand old dame.

I need to hug someone (hell, something) real soon.