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therblog: I Found Romans In Singapore
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Thursday, July 26, 2012. I Found Romans In Singapore. I am currently reading Gilead. By Marilynne Robinson. It is a fictional autobiogaphy by an elderly preacher, Reverend John Ames, in. The small town of Gilead, Iowa. It is a very long love letter for his. Seven-year old son who will have a few memories of him. Reverend Ames. Knows he is dying. There are novels that can be read with speed reading techniques. But there are novels you don't want to end; you read the words so slowly. I find myself in Singa...
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therblog: June 2010
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Thursday, June 17, 2010. The Sonata of Good Men. I'm writing this while carefully holding back my tears. While the full interest in German history rests on the dark side of the Holocaust, I have, in few instances, come across in my studies of Economics the infamous hyperinflation of the German currency when the borders that divide the East from the West finally toppled down. My take on this political event had been purely academic until I watched the film The Lives of Others. Tuesday, June 15, 2010.
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therblog: March 2012
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012. Why I Love Coming Home To Kabacan. I'm not good at summoning memories of glorious experiences. And to address the threat of a failing faculty to upgrade remembrance into a confrontational encounter with packets of memories about to be discarded, I write this blog entry. Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on, brah! Yes, emphasis on ' brah. That screams out a batallion of unexpressed battlecries. I don't care about the rest of the lyrics' contextual relevance. Desmond lets the children l...
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therblog: Bucket List
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Saturday, January 8, 2011. How to see a dying a man. With eyes that open less frequently now. In his sleep you witness the throbbing chest. Rises and ebs, rises and ebs. How to see a dying life. The one you claim your own. You only claim it your own. When you realize it's no one else's,gone. How to see a dying soul. That dies even before the death of life. Life does not bring it back to life. What happens then if life's gone first? To see the world in the eyes of death. Is to see death in the eyes of life.
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therblog: Why I Love Coming Home To Kabacan
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012. Why I Love Coming Home To Kabacan. I'm not good at summoning memories of glorious experiences. And to address the threat of a failing faculty to upgrade remembrance into a confrontational encounter with packets of memories about to be discarded, I write this blog entry. Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on, brah! Yes, emphasis on ' brah. That screams out a batallion of unexpressed battlecries. I don't care about the rest of the lyrics' contextual relevance. Desmond lets the children l...
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therblog: December 2009
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Sunday, December 6, 2009. I hope to be updating this blog more regularly now. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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therblog: October 2010
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Wednesday, October 6, 2010. I will sorely miss you, and I know you will miss me, too! I will start off with Adet because she's the one who dragged me into applying for GXS in the first place. I cannot reduce into a mere paragraph the good memories we have engineered in the process of exchanging sentiments, disappointments, merriments, and. I can almost read the size of your cerebrum out of the incessant chatters in the office, jeepney and in SMS. I will sorely miss you, and I know you will miss me, too!
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therblog: January 2011
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Saturday, January 8, 2011. How to see a dying a man. With eyes that open less frequently now. In his sleep you witness the throbbing chest. Rises and ebs, rises and ebs. How to see a dying life. The one you claim your own. You only claim it your own. When you realize it's no one else's,gone. How to see a dying soul. That dies even before the death of life. Life does not bring it back to life. What happens then if life's gone first? To see the world in the eyes of death. Is to see death in the eyes of life.
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therblog: April 2010
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010. I am writing this because I was recently reminded by my roommate that writing is inherently self-serving. I felt a sense of numbness that I considered probing into my intentions. Perhaps, the swell of emotion that stemmed from my dear grandfather's unexpected passing preceded what should have been a euphoric day of freedom from a routinary quality assurance work. I still position my nose to unimaginable angles in an attempt to inhale that distinct air up to this day.
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therblog: December 2010
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Thursday, December 30, 2010. Marley and Me and Me. My younger brother is studying to be a veterinarian. My bestfriend is a veterinarian. I have a cousin who is also a veterinarian. And so I need to mention that I have more than 10 good friends who are all veterinarians. I once filed for a leave of absence from UP to consider studying Veterinary Medicine at the University of Southern Mindanao, a leading institute for those dreaming to be excellent veterinarians. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).