Category: Personal Essay
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Highly Caffeinated Days
I know I am lying to myself every time I say I need coffee. Every time I say I need it to keep me awake or to help me think. In reality, although I cannot be sure of that scientifically, it does little because I can fall asleep even after a cup. But since it…
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Tell Me August
Tell me August, what have you done? Your extremely beautiful weather left me with beautiful summer memories as well as small wounds that are now healing. Turning into faint scars. Real. Cannot be undone nor unseen.
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On Being Chased
Yesterday, I’ve read an article called My Body Doesn’t Belong To You, where the author shared her story of being harassed on the road, probably because of her huge cup size. I suddenly remembered how I was teased back in 6th grade because of having very small boobs (something very opposite to the author’s issue).…
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Of Wine
On my flight from Manila to Singapore (there’s no direct flight from Manila to Maldives so I had to stop somewhere and I chose Singapore), I sat on an aisle seat, next to me was an elderly gentleman and next to him – on the window seat – was a young boy, probably his grandson.…
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It’s Been A While
image: shawnbbailey.com I was informed that you are here for a week’s visit. It’s been a few years since we separated ways, well, since you dumped me and it’s as if no one else in this world moved on except for you and me. Our names are, still, always associated with each other like it has…
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Where Do Broken Blogs Go?
Since the New Year’s Resolution Fever is not over yet, I still see a lot of posts regarding blogging goals, what they want to do, what they want to achieve this year and so on and so forth. For me, my only goal is to post daily. That’s it. Really. Professional Bloggers often give advises such…
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Looking Through The Glass Window
I was awaken today by a loud bang. It was the external wooden window. Pushed by the strong wind. It wasn’t too bright and it’s not dark either. I looked at the clock and it says 9:30 am. I looked through the glass window. It was raining. What a surprise! It seldom rains in January…
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Exchange Gifts
I was raised a Christian but we never celebrated Christmas. For us, December 25 is just another ordinary day. Its not like we don’t celebrate the day that Christ was born. We just believe that it should be celebrated everyday rather than on a date that isn’t stated in the bible. So I grew up not…
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Hopes are like Hair Ornaments….
By the time you lay your eyes on this post, whether you read this or not (ha ha), I should have been packing my bags and by Saturday I would have been on a plane to Vienna. In a few days time I would have been wearing the nice winter outfits that I bought and I would…
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Finding Your Lost Self in a Sea of Strangers
Recently, I’ve been hanging out with a group of people that is totally different from my group of friends. People that I never thought I’d ever spend time with. They all reach home by 7 to 7:30 in the evening. They’ll start cooking, chatting and laughing. And once the cooking is done, they sit and…
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How do we define the word “Baduy”?
There’s one Filipino Radio Station here in Dubai, TAG 91.1, and whenever I tune in, I feel like I’m listening to Love Radio or Yes FM. The whole setup of the station from the music that they play to the DJs and their funny names – Pinoy na Pinoy. Whenever I tune in, never will I…
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Waiting for the bus, waiting for the right time
Waiting for the bus, waiting for the right time image from wikipedia.org I started taking the public bus a few weeks ago. I am so used to taking our shuttle service that drops and picks me up right in front of my office and apartment doorstep, that taking the public bus made me a feel a…
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