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A funny thing happened on my way to the SIGLO book launch...
Telly texted that she was able to get us tickets to LOTR: THE RETURN OF THE KING.
(sorry guys!)

Well, despite the rave reviews, I didn't like it as much as I liked LOTR: TWO TOWERS. Felt like it was more of the same.

But at the end of it, felt sad... sad that it was the end of a wonderful, fantastic, grand adventure and that it won't happen again next year.

It was like getting together with the same bunch of friends for the past three years and going through all that... and now it's over. Goodbye. Won't see you again.

You go through four years of high school and four years of college, become good friends, share some interesting adventures, go through so much hardship and trials, and at the end of it, you all part ways. Well, you try to meet up whenever you can, but some reason or another that doesn't always happen. The group is never complete. The group is never the same.

Some have to take up the responsibility of running their own kingdom... or own company.
While others have decided to take that slow ship out of Middle-Earth and migrate to the West.
And then there are those who decided to stay in the Shire and raise a family.

But there are still some blank pages left in the book.
Just waiting to be filled with some new adventure.


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