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Feeling old, but not very wise | Off the record.
https://francesbea.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/feeling-old-but-not-very-wise
Everything and anything that Bea finds amusing. Feeling old, but not very wise. Leave a comment ». A million and one things have happened in the last few… months that I’ve been unable to update this blog. Most notably, I turned a year older I turned 22, to be precise. 22 doesn’t really mean anything though, does it? Turning 18 was a big deal because OHMYGODYOUREFINALLYLEGALBEA! 19 meant something because “shet, last ‘teen’ year! 8221; (also because I turned 19. Graduating from college. Chew on that.
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Sa Wakas | Off the record.
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Everything and anything that Bea finds amusing. Leave a comment ». A renewed appreciation of Sugarfree and Ebe Dancel brought me to Conspiracy Bar tonight. How this guy sounds even better live is beyond me. April 26, 2013 at 11:48 pm. Laquo; An Open Letter to My Older Self, Just So I Won’t Forget. The longest 10 days of my life. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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On (making bad) life decisions | Off the record.
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Everything and anything that Bea finds amusing. On (making bad) life decisions. Leave a comment ». When I was 11 or 12, I desperately wanted to have hair-free, flawless arms and legs. This wasn’t unusual, I guess, for a pre-teen inundated with commercials pushing for soft and white and flawless skin to want fuzz-free limbs. But this was a problem for a pre-pubescent Bea who was sired by two very. And thus started my colorful history of not listening to wiser, better informed people. And in my darkest of ...
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Memories, longing and forget | Off the record.
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Everything and anything that Bea finds amusing. Memories, longing and forget. Leave a comment ». Forgetting is a funny and fickly little thing. For the most part, it’s hard to forget. But when you don’t want to, or when you least expect to, you do. I don’t remember the sound of my voice anymore, or the distinct laugh she had not a cackle like mine, but a hearty laugh, the kind that assured you she meant it. I remember running around our village in torrential rain, after what was supposed to be a quick tr...
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Memories – Feb 6 2014 | Off the record.
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Everything and anything that Bea finds amusing. Memories Feb 6 2014. Leave a comment ». I will never forget the night I found out what malignant meant. It was a little past 8, or maybe quarter to 9, and the house was quiet. Mama was making my nightly (and mandatory) glass of milk. But this time was different. That night, she sat me down. “I need to talk to you,” she said. Her eyes were steadfast but shaky. Her voice was calm but cautious. 8220;What does that mean? 8220;I have cancer.”. 8220;I don’t...
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The longest 10 days of my life | Off the record.
https://francesbea.wordpress.com/2013/05/11/the-longest-10-days-of-my-life
Everything and anything that Bea finds amusing. The longest 10 days of my life. Leave a comment ». 7-Eleven cares about its customers’ well-being. Yes, I’ll go with that. THREE DAYS TO GO BEFORE ELECTION DAY. The past week has been absolutely crazy. With so many meetings, huddles, and briefings, the days just start blending into each other. And although my eye bags are. Ing like they did back in college, I have no regrets. Check out Rappler’s coverage of the Philippine 2013 elections here. Laquo; Sa Wakas.
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Nightmares at 3am | Off the record.
https://francesbea.wordpress.com/2014/01/28/nightmares-at-3am
Everything and anything that Bea finds amusing. Leave a comment ». This is the biggest nightmare of any writer, reporter, journalist, or storyteller: not being able to write, narrate, or recount things at least, not in the way you want to. What follows is the horrible realization that something maybe, possibly, unfortunately is wrong because there are a million and one things that you want to your. There are at least 5 stories, at any point in time, that you need to retell. It’s hard for someone wh...