The Day of the Dead

It's All Saint's Day or something. Day of the Dead. Something like that. I never did take to the ceremony of it. I remember, because we were so practical as a family, we didn't join in on the whole go-to-the-cemetery-and-respect-the-dead sort of thing. It's a carnival out there at the cemetery this time of the…Read more The Day of the Dead

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a convergence

Time seems to be playing with me. I wrote a blog entry that┬átalked about how I revisited my journals and found something delightful and pleasant as opposed to my usual response, which is one of disgust. It involves seeing a name, a person I interviewed twelve years ago, who has become a really good friend…Read more a convergence

for a change

Every time I'm in Bacolod, I always end up picking up one of my old journals and reading through them and getting pissed off and frustrated at how stupid and idiotic I was as a young adult. I was over-emotional, always over-reacting, and I was throwing myself head first into futile situations. Maybe it's the…Read more for a change

my first reaction to “the news”

I was going through my old Facebook posts, as far back as 2008, and found this post. ┬áThis was during the days before you could like posts and there were no comments section so people posted their replies on your walls. I see so much posts there from friends and I don't know what they…Read more my first reaction to “the news”

wanting to be held (an old blog entry)

This was a blog entry from my old blog, Indulgences. It's another complaint, another whining episode in a blog that is just filled with whining. This is my former self and it's bothersome to have to read it; it reminds me of what I used to be, something I don't like returning to. But at…Read more wanting to be held (an old blog entry)