3:30 AM

Running thoughts... Read on if you are remotely interested.  I miss tweeting and I miss the often inane but deliciously entertaining chats I have with my tweet pals.  But of course, Tinapay, you know why...just why. I wrote you a message about it once. I figured while you were in your vacation that it'd be the perfect time to do what I wrote in my message.  It helped that I was busy.  of course, I wished that I wasn't busy trying...

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Being Cryptic

It comes to that point when I want to cut ties once and for all. After so many years of wanting and getting what I want, it is a bit ironic to find myself on the other side of the fence – and this time NOT wanting any ties at all. The reason is fairly simple. It does not require an Albert Einstein IQ – I just do not find the need for ties anymore. All the reasons I held on to for years? They’re gone. Poof! All the questions have been answered....

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Paige's Art

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Santo Beatico

We went to Cabusao for the Santo Beautico last Saturday. It has been a while since I actually went home and stayed overnight. I even brought Tinay with me because we had to meet up with Che and Nette the next day for a little outing.  Aside from hanging out with Tinapay, the day went horribly wrong. Some of my relatives behave abominably and I was irritated with a couple of cousins. In fact, "irritated" is a tame word for how I felt. I felt...

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To My Own

Silence speaksBut words could be foundIn an unlikely placeFilling my soulFilling the empty places Barren for so longBecause you cameAnd then you cameI found my transient solaceMy own sanctuaryBecause you cameA temporal existenceA cherished reprieveThat my soul yearnsBut would losePassing, I knowYou said the words An abysmal gratitude for you being youFor words only you had saidFor who I am For who I was when you cameFor I, who I would loseBecause...

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A Letter to a Friend

The city was scheduled for a rotating brownout yesterday and I had nothing to do, so I decided to go through old letters and diaries. It was fun - as usual. It was a walk down memory lane - as usual. I found myself giggling over some stuffs. I found myself aghast at times. There were names that were written in codes and I can't remember them anymore. Anyways, I came across this letter that I wrote which apparently I never gave. I don't know...

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Dear Kris

You must be missing Mommy. Since Alma came, she has been busy with her garden. She has converted the vacant lot in front into her own garden. She has even convinced the neighbors to plant to their own herbs and stuffs. ...

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