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© thoughts & travels since 2011
Category: personal
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Re-posting this entry I made two years ago. I can’t recall enough what was happening at that moment when I was doing this post. Whatever it was, it must have been a struggle because this entry turned out to be quite poignant and raw. Also, pa-deep of me. Sometimes, there is this sudden feeling that…
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Sometimes we accidentally hear a random song that sticks to our head like a chewed gum stuck at the soles of our sneakers. That chewed gum of a song will stick to you for the rest of the year. I think I found the soundtrack of my being 24. Everyone seems so certain Everyone knows who…
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I’ve been commuting half of my life. I can’t remember how many times I have sat on the window seat or stood throughout the bus ride during the rush hours. I’ve ridden every mode of transportation in the city – tricycle, jeepney, the MRT, and bus. The MRT was my favorite in college. I used…
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She was late for work. Nonchalantly, she joined the queue of commuters impatiently waiting to take their seats. She was thinking of a mundane week ahead. She scooted inside the bus and probed the passengers haphazardly seated. Some of them glanced at her. Some didn’t care. She analyzed the look on their faces, trying to…
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To Myk, Escape and make it happen! Myk This is what’s exactly written at the last page of my volume of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. I remember writing it after reading the first chapter…
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