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Category: travel
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Storm. Surf. Sand. Stones. Sun. Zambales. Six words that defined my four-day long weekend last week. Sunday night when we met at a terminal and headed to Zambales on a three-hour bus ride. Six friends made it on a rainy Monday morning. I did not surf because of some bloody reason and spent the morning…
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I didn’t have that much of Summer this year unlike half of my Facebook friends who spent their sunsets in Bora. All I remember doing was going to Pagudpud with my best mate and my backpack. Thought I’d be going to Baler too to hit the waves but ended up spending that weekend at home.…
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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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I’ve always been a wuss. I am terrible at sports and at any activity that requires exerting effort more than that required of lifting a cup of hot coffee. Of course I am exaggerating. But I have arms like that of a gibbon’s minus the fur. I guess what I am trying to say is…
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Hello, little space. Time to dust you off. It’s one of those rare moments when I feel like sharing. So as long as my shell is 3 feet away from me, let me tell you a story. Well, not really a story but a pile of (scanned) film photographs I took during my trip to…
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