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| Pera o Kaligayahan
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| Monday, November 03, 2008 (33 comments) |
nescafe_ice13 |
 Naniniwala din kasi akong kasabay ng career growth at prestige na sinasabi ko, darating din 'yung compensation. Sabi nga ng tatay ko, bata pa ako. Experience muna ang habulin ko bago ang suweldo. Handa din naman akong maghintay.
Pero mukhang 'yung mga nakapaligid sa'kin, hindi. 
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Finding Peter Pan
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| Wednesday, October 29, 2008 (14 comments) |
dragfly |
I found pixie dust sprinkled inside my shoes, when I finally got off the bed. Only I didn't get that magical feeling in the movies, (the room did not echo "you can fly, you can fly!" ) It stung my feet instead, like when you sit on your leg for too long, stung my feet like having that funny bone on your elbow hit by the classroom chair. I liked wearing them anyway, for it reminded me of Peter Pan (and have I mentioned that I had the longest crush on him?) and I thought maybe if I wore these pixie shoes, by some good fairytale karma, he would appear. Even though it stung. (Even though I didn't know yet that later on, it will bleed.)
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On Giving Up
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| Wednesday, October 29, 2008 (11 comments) |
panda_boar |
Aristotle said that happiness is the end most sought for. And indeed it is. Of course Aristotle probably referred to that happiness beyond the measly glee brought about by novelty or youth, or the fleeting gladness in temporality. But philosophical abstractions notwithstanding, things are often simpler than they seem: When you don’t think you’re happy, you probably aren’t.
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Paano kung isa kang pantyliner?
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| Saturday, September 27, 2008 (28 comments) |
bohemianchick |
 Yun ang nararamdaman ko ngayong nagtatrabaho ako. Sa tuwing natatapos ang isang araw, ramdam na ramdam ko ang pagiging isang pantyliner ko, yung pantyliner na sinuot mo at di mo pinalitan ng isang buong araw.
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Generic Friendliness
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| Saturday, September 27, 2008 (14 comments) |
Krislan |
Have you ever experienced this? A cute person in the workplace walks in your direction, smiles and initiates a chat with you. You wonder why this human being would spend precious time talking to a loser, but your doubts are erased once the conversation steps up. He or she seems to be genuinely interested in knowing you and your heart swells with excitement. This could be the beginning of a great relationship, a new-found friend and even a potential mate. You say to yourself, “Smile, relax, be careful of what comes out of the mouth. I’m going to make the right impression. Don’t blow this!”
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So I Once Again Stall
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| Saturday, September 27, 2008 (7 comments) |
frozenflame |
I am sad and terrified, and I have hope. His Hand is greater than my sadness, stronger than my terror, overcoming me whole. Completely.
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Identity Crisis
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| Tuesday, April 29, 2008 (41 comments) |
ouchie |
At tulad ni Louis, wala akong sariling identity. Madalas na nakikilala lang ako bilang kapatid ni A o ni E, o anak ni Doktora o ni Architect. Minsan din nakikilala ako bilang kaibigan ni ganito, o kaklase ni ganyan, o girlfriend niya.
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The Concrete Pilgrimage
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| Tuesday, April 29, 2008 (7 comments) |
martin_blank |
The most pivotal part of the pilgrimage involves the rapid motion of this monster, the train. Once I, the erstwhile pilgrim, hurriedly board it, I am taken aboard a veritable magic carpet ride. The cosmopolitan wasteland becomes less of an existential burden and more of a visual cornucopia. For one fleeting moment, buildings, roads and people beneath me become muted witnesses to my ascent. The skies become clearer; the sun’s rays playfully glisten in the daylight. As my magic carpet speeds along, I, too, soar and realize the wonder of the world around me.
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Letter to a Graduating Student
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| Tuesday, April 29, 2008 (73 comments) |
aaliyah |
I had a student just like you once, in Math 11. His name is Sam, a Tourism Major. He was five years older than me, and owned and had been managing a popular bar and restaurant in the metro. Only he didn’t have a diploma, and the only thing standing between him and a college degree was a grade of 3 in Math 11. He had taken it four times and failed every time, and I was his fifth shot at it. Dealing with him made me realize (or decide) that the rules were created out of the need for order and nothing else. They didn’t create the rules first, UP later. There was UP in the beginning, and when there was need for order, they made the rules. That was the order of things. When Samuel failed the course under me, we started a whole summer-long tutorial session whence he would come to take an exam I made, and let me check it in front of him and explain to him all his mistakes and how to do the items right, so he could come back two days later to take another exam all over again. We did that over and over until he passed. And I packed Samuel out of college life and back to his successfully running business with a 3 in Math 11 at the end of the summer. It was the first time I broke a rule and knew I did the right thing
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Last Straw
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| Tuesday, April 29, 2008 (19 comments) |
ishda |
But you know what, life has finally slapped me awake. You’re totally over me—that I should accept. I am no longer you’re true north; I no longer make you feel as if the stars and the moon exist because of the two of us; I no longer make you feel as if you could fight the world weaponless for me. I am no longer “the one”
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 In a Rage
by caravaggio
Sunday, September 03
(11 comments)
But now I am seriously enjoying writing, seriously thinking that this is one of those things that I still find effortless. Mind you, writing is still worlds away from writing well, and I don't have any delusions that I don't have anything to improve on, but at least it's something that comes easily for me.
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 Au Clair de Lune
by linchpin
Wednesday, August 09
(11 comments)
It’s like high school all over again. Some people are just able to disturb you, confound you, and make you love them despite and/or for it. You are under their spell so much that you want to act and think the way you think they would want you to, because surely, their kind of cool is the best kind of cool, and well, you’re a twat. Surely when she snatches the words right out of your mouth just like you would hers, it means something.
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 Coffee and Chaos
by apocalypse
Sunday, July 16
(57 comments)
“Welcome to the real world,” sabi ng tibak kong kaibigan, na ngayo’y isang disgruntled employee. “Buti ka pa, papasok pa lang, may panahon ka pang pumili at umayaw. Samantala ako, wiz! Heto, isang baklang nagpapakaputa. Nakakatawa, bakla na nga, puta pa. Mas keri pa nga kong tumalon na lang ako mula sa tuktok churva ng building. At least, namatay akong intact ang dignidad at hindi nagpapalamon sa sistema.”
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In a Rage
by caravaggio
Sunday, July 09
(10 comments)
In "Goodbye to All That", Didion discusses her affair with New York when she lived there in her early twenties. She was young and in love with the city the way you fall in love with ideas; and then she was older and realized that she could not understand her need to redeem herself to a city that did not accept redemption, that preyed on mistakes that you attribute to youth to feed its lights and sounds.
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In a Rage
by caravaggio
Sunday, June 25
(25 comments)
He has that hairstyle so common among boys in the mid-90s, longish without being too long, even at the back, bangs threatening to get into the eyes. Think Leo di Caprio in This Boy's Life. Think Mark Anthony Fernandez. He smiles shyly with what I mistake for demureness (it is several years before I finally understand that boys are never demure; if they seem shy it is because they are polite and you're not their type). I swoon.
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Friday, February 13
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