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I Love You Mr. Jologs
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Ongoing, First published Jan 17, 2017
Pink long sleeves polo, blue neck tie, black slacks pants, brown moccasin shoes plus makapal na salamin sa mata. Yes,  that's my most fave outfit in the world!  Jologs ba ang porma? Well, I can't help it kaya nga "Mr Jologs" ang tawag nila  sa akin.
 
My dear friends told me for so many times na mag upgrade naman ako ng fashion statement ko. May ibubuga naman daw ang simpatiko kong mukha, idagdag pa ang pagiging mestizo ko, pasok na pasok na sana sa banga pero bagsak na bagsak daw ang panlasa ko sa porma.
 
But, you know what? I really don't mind. I really don't mind because I'm a happy guy. I don't have a perfect life but I'm contended and happy of the things I have, my family, my friends, my work and the other good things that will come my way. 

Sabi nga ng Lola Choleng  ko "It's okay to be happy with a simple life".
  
Yes, I'm contended and happy. Blessed, grateful always.

Contended and happy until she came along.. until Samantha came along and she rocked my world.
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