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tremors of an accidental tourist: November 2013
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Tremors of an accidental tourist. Tomorrow, there will be a new hurt to heal. Saturday, November 9, 2013. Sunday is a friend. It has been a while since I found myself an inspiration that pushes me to my potential, but I worry that it will crumble too. I want security but I don’t trust that there is such thing since everything in the world is a product of change. And that makes me unfair to everyone around me. That is something I am working on. I worry too much. There will be more Sundays to find that out.
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tremors of an accidental tourist: March 2013
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Tremors of an accidental tourist. Tomorrow, there will be a new hurt to heal. Wednesday, March 20, 2013. 31 (what happened after the blues attack). It has been a hell of a weekend. But I meant that in a sparsely Waldo-There-You-Are kind of way. Though I am trying to be as sober as I can, how can I resist the mini Hip Flask bought by my bro Khalid and his sweet GF Valerie as a birthday gift. Unexpectedly nice, and that's from someone who doesn't appreciate surprises. Now, where did I put my vodka? And did...
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tremors of an accidental tourist: December 2012
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Tremors of an accidental tourist. Tomorrow, there will be a new hurt to heal. Thursday, December 20, 2012. It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine! No, it's not like any other love. This one is different - because it's us. The Smiths "hand in glove". Wednesday, December 19, 2012. Sometimes I need to shut up. My mind has been regressing overdrive, convincing me that happiness is a lie in this space. Or point of time. And I know it isn't. I do feel different. I think too much. Great at fri...
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tremors of an accidental tourist: January 2014
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Tremors of an accidental tourist. Tomorrow, there will be a new hurt to heal. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. That process from damp to dry. But I call it cruelty. When you discuss love. Between this table where you. Punctuate every sentence with. Giggles to downplay tension. Of your thoughtless revelation. Between the division of. Glass inside this coffee shop. That makes us spectators. Of outside lovers discussing. Because the universal truth. To the truth you want to impart. When you hike your skirt.
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tremors of an accidental tourist: March 2014
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Tremors of an accidental tourist. Tomorrow, there will be a new hurt to heal. Sunday, March 2, 2014. Pre-32 Hot Choco-fuelled Introspections. I find it really fascinating that life nowadays changes in a blink. No exaggeration there. It’s already the 3. Month of the year, a few days to my 32. Birthday and it’s 2014 for God’s sake! Do you remember during the early 90’s where we can only imagine 2020 as like the year of jet packs and robot butlers and silver-cased flying vehicles? I need to exercise more.
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tremors of an accidental tourist: October 2012
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Tremors of an accidental tourist. Tomorrow, there will be a new hurt to heal. Tuesday, October 30, 2012. SHE SAW A RAINBOW LAST NIGHT. An imprint, I will blemish on. Iron out the erogenous. Signature, dye your woes with loud. Your monochrome unmuting its. My bare fingers like a trusty. You choose not to disclose before. We created hues in. Wednesday, October 24, 2012. Tuesday, October 23, 2012. ANG ALAMAT NG NARSISO. Telecaster for god’s sake ( which I lovingly named. Is pushing it way too much since thi...
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tremors of an accidental tourist: October 2013
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Tremors of an accidental tourist. Tomorrow, there will be a new hurt to heal. Sunday, October 20, 2013. Meet my new baby: NAMI. Is it just me or fans of Tegan and Sara are generally part of the LGBT movement? I don't mean to be sexist but it is a major observation. Does people relate more to them since they share common sexual preference or experience the same discrimination? T&G's songs usually deal with love and loss, which is also a universal theme. Hmmm. There is a connection somewhere. 5 years in th...
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tremors of an accidental tourist: January 2013
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Tremors of an accidental tourist. Tomorrow, there will be a new hurt to heal. Monday, January 21, 2013. Misery loves company. an old man's drunk babble. Heard it first from the band Soul Asylum. I have always loved the build-up in the chorus. Never understood it until now. There are people addicted to sadness, according to Billy Corgan. Labels are not advisable, but indulge me when I say artists are usually. The saddest people in the world. Hurt makes good art. And maybe wins you a Winona Ryder. My mom p...
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tremors of an accidental tourist: July 2012
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Tremors of an accidental tourist. Tomorrow, there will be a new hurt to heal. Friday, July 27, 2012. But not entirely in acceleration. Then the warning sign screams:. Bawal tumawid, may namatay na dito! Second tea cup in the middle. Of a pedestrian lane;. My daily dose of courage - its presence expectedly brief. You in your blue jazz. For the stoplight to blink green;. Thursday, July 26, 2012. Sheeps and that sheepish look. As much as I don't want to admit it, sleep is magic. Back to the issue: It doesn&...
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tremors of an accidental tourist: September 2013
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Tremors of an accidental tourist. Tomorrow, there will be a new hurt to heal. Monday, September 2, 2013. Of clogs, bridges and tasteless Mcdo combos. Munching on honey-drenched pancakes from Jollibee, I realized I have been putting off my blogging for quite some time now. Might be lack of time. Or focus. Or interest. Whatever it is, Sigmund Freud will not bat an eyelash over these excuses but will instead ask me: Why are you holding back? What am I holding back? Photo by: Mary Whitney Ballen. But there a...