I called my sister last night because I've been longing to hear Thea's voice. Good thing they were still awake. I was able to have a little chat with her. Man, it made my day complete. I told her how much I miss her and she said she misses me too. After that little chat we had, I swear I was almost certain of getting myself on a bus to Pampanga.
in·con·sis·ten·cy (ĭn'kən-sĭs'tən-sē)
n., pl. -cies.
1. The state or quality of being inconsistent.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
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