It’s refreshing to have someone to reminisce with during long train rides, especially if that somebody is the one who does all the talking. You only have to listen and observe your partner’s animated monologue to remember then and discern it against nowIt’s exactly what happens whenever I bump into Erwin at the LRT/LRT stations. He talks and ( Read more... )

I wanted to see Tony Blair. D:

I was the magnet for bad luck today ( Read more... )

When she talks to me and her face crinkles with laughter or sorrow, I feel like I have a purpose beyond the obvious: attaining a degree to be able to financially support my sisters’ education in the future and engaging in a few gigs in the process. It makes me want to remain there with her always, in her tiny bubble before it bursts. And it’s so ( Read more... )

Now I know why my mother found it so difficult to explain on the phone and why I got sent home before my second class. It’s not something usually discussed, a taboo even, in our household ( Read more... )

I hate it when strangers incessantly ring the doorbell when it's obvious that no one's home (or, in my case, when I don't want to answer it). My paranoia sets in; the rate of my heart beat reminds me of being tied down the train track and hearing the steam engine whistle its signal for departure--I have to run but I can't because I'm trapped and ( Read more... )

Yet another privacy violation. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Happy Christmas guys!
Thank you for the crazy year :)

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Think how awesome it would be if someone would also throw his shoes at Arroyo. I reckon it'd be the best Christmas gift ever.