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...because I hear house music played in shops at the mall.
...because I'm back to attending huge ass parties.
...because I see too much glitz and glam in these big parties where people are dressed up to the nines but not moving even a single joint no matter how great the DJ is.
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I'm back in Manila! Arrived last night at around 8PM after a grueling two hour and a half of emotional roller coaster ride on board Philippine Airlines. There were times that I genuinely smiled at the thought of being with my beloved family again and my new job at Globe; but there were times, too, that I cried a lot thinking of the very few but ( Read more... )

August 16, 2006. I knew only quite a few people when I got here. In fact, I only knew Julio and Ting. I left my friends in Manila - if only for a while - knowing that I will make new ones here in Saigon. Now with less than a month to go before I leave Vietnam, I would like to pay tribute the new friends I've made for making my stay colorful and ( Read more... )

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from the NY Times by Elaine Sciolino:

PARIS - “Every man has two countries, his own and France,” says a character in a play by the 19th- century poet and playwright Henri de Bornier. In five and a half years living in Paris as an American correspondent, I have tried to make the country my own, knowing that I never will completely fit in, but always ( Read more... )

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...I then run back to this excerpt:

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions                           themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue Do           not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to           ( Read more... )

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