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"Pap, gud evening :D balak po sna naming ni Geng pa trim konti yung bamboo tree. Ang bilis humaba papa nakakatuwa. Paano po kaya? Bsta ok lng putulan sa gitnang bahagi nya? ;D thanks papa. Gudnyt jan." (Raymond 24 Oct 2012 00:39:35)

"Tawag ka uli" (Misha 24 Oct 2012 13:04:03)

"Hahaha. Alam ko po hon, after natin mag meet punta ko s friend ko. Please" (Catherine 24 Oct 2012 19:16:01)

"Hon, text ka po" (Catherine 31 Oct 2012 10:52:53)

"Wait kita hon" (Catherine 31 Oct 2012 11:49:25)

"Kita tayo one of these days Dong!" (Dindo Angeles 31 Oct 2012 14:14:12)

"Hi Sir Dong! Daisy here. May story po ako on Masbate. Hope you can accommodate : ) Happy long weekend: ) thanks much!" (Daisy 31 Oct 2012 14:32:59)

"I’m waiting for u mylove. Did u take ur lunch?" (Faye 1 Nov 2012 11:55:21)

"Eh kapag mahal mo, hindi ka takot sa dalaw nila. Maski ikaw kapag hindi dinatnan ng  buwanang dalaw at meron na tayong ginawa, tiyak na nakabuo tayo! Sagot q: sori mylab late reply ktatapo lng maglu2 ulam. Xmpre tiyak un mkakabuo tau kc im sure marami pa lumalabas sau." (Faye 1 Nov 2012 18:45:54)

“Kakapagod hOn.” (Catherine 1 Nov 2012 19:05:03)

“Mylab, nagrequest aq kay bosing, uwi aq bukkas ipagtitirik q lang c papa ng kandila pagkahapon balik ult aq dto.” (Faye 1 Nov 2012 19:19:11)

“Uwi n kmi hOn. (Catherine 2 Nov 2012 10:55:36)

“Nsa work kpb mylove? Hmmm.. (Faye 2 Nov 2012 20:37:31)

“Ang cpag tlga ng love q.. Pero naghapunan kna?” (Faye 2 Nov 2012 20:44:42)
“Hmp.. Kung anjan lng  aq aalagaan kta d q hahayaan magpalipas k ng gu2m mylab.” (Faye 2 Nov 2012 21:01:31)

“Hahaha pwde mylove. Love u 2.” (Faye 2 Nov 2012 21:25:40)

“Hon, text ka po.” (Catherine 3 Nov 2012 11:33:15)

“Love, ang cpag mu tlga bka d kpa kumakain.” (Faye 3 Nov 2012 11:42:53)

“Hon. MOnday may pasok na c Camille.”  (Catherine 3 Nov 2012 16:53:32)

“Hon, text ka po please.” (Catherine 5 Nov 2012 13:58:17)

“Bkt gnyan kna skn?” (Ria 5 Nov 2012 17:19:31)

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