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Dreaming of Boracay

It's a weekend.  Work days are over.  I am home - watching TV.  I'm on my bed with Char Siew sleeping by the foot of the bed.  I'm still anxious - over the usual things that come with the job.  But I just want to relax.  Times like these - I dream of Boracay.  Its powdery white sand.  The sun on my face.  A boat ride on the paraw around the island.

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