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C'mon... Unearth Me: May 2008
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Friday, May 30, 2008. The rain falls outside unabated. The guardian from unwanted intrusion. Drowning sweet little whispers. Of pure pleasure and muffled bliss. That manages to escape. From our lips that only part. To catch some air or dig somewhere. Now as the music continues to waft. Through the room, the only witness. To how our bodies defied its rhythm. Refusing to acquiesce in the imposed decadence. Exploring, searching in wild abandon. Unrestrained, oblivious, nonchalant. Freed in the newfound.
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C'mon... Unearth Me: December 2008
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Friday, December 12, 2008. The Champion of the Poor. I was teaching in high school some two years ago when I was commissioned by our assistant principal, now in New York, to write something about Fr. Al so we can present it during the opening of the SMS. National Academic Challenge, which we hosted in 2006. But before this becomes a biography. Of some sort, let me go back to that article Ms. Cabanero. Dream and scamper to another "safer" place? As I looked around, I saw that I was not alone. There we...
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C'mon... Unearth Me: Living the Call (Part 3)
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Sunday, November 30, 2008. Living the Call (Part 3). After I took that final step that took me to Sykes, I was caught in utter disbelief at the decision I just made. It was a leap into total darkness. The thought of severing myself from the academe, the place I thought I was fashioned for, was flabbergasting, to say the least. Was it the right decision or was I just a willing victim being tossed into the inroads of globalization? That was two years ago. In the middle of difficult situations, I never run ...
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C'mon... Unearth Me: The Champion of the Poor
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Friday, December 12, 2008. The Champion of the Poor. I was teaching in high school some two years ago when I was commissioned by our assistant principal, now in New York, to write something about Fr. Al so we can present it during the opening of the SMS. National Academic Challenge, which we hosted in 2006. But before this becomes a biography. Of some sort, let me go back to that article Ms. Cabanero. Dream and scamper to another "safer" place? As I looked around, I saw that I was not alone. There we...
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C'mon... Unearth Me: World, meet my friend Melvin...
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008. World, meet my friend Melvin. If there's one person in the world who knows what lies in the deepest recesses of my heart and mind, I'd say it's him, Melvin. There simply are things that I can comfortably drop in front of him without having to feel the fear of being judged and rejected. I love the startled look all over his face when I let a bombshell explode and the hearty laugh that ensues. Give d freedom to write anything. Hehe. Melvin had the most celebrated love team. Melvin...
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divawearsnada: April 2008
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Sunday, April 27, 2008. Even when I was a naive and dowdy little nine-year-old, I’ve always suspected that Cinderella and her wicked stepsisters couldn’t possibly be fighting over prince charming. Instead, they all wanted what every girl covets – the glass slippers. Could mommy’s bedtime story of a beautiful princess being found by her prince through a lost slipper be to blame? Of course, men – including those in my family – would never be able to understand this worldly obsession. “...Unfailingly, ...
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divawearsnada: Packing lean
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008. There’s something about leaving and escaping into an unfamiliar place that stirs panic in a luggage-toting traveler’s heart. Forget unplanned expenses when happily “lost” in the confines of souvenir markets or late-breaking weather reports that all too often dampen the adventurous spirit. For the modern nomad who can’t board a plane without dragging an entire closet behind, it is the packing part that is most painstaking. Sure, like any other girl with an affinity towards hair-s...
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divawearsnada: May 2008
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Saturday, May 31, 2008. When it comes to directions, I’m Jack Sparrow’s compass: broken, north-challenged, pathetic. Perhaps the most lingering experience was when we headed for King’s Island, a popular theme park at Ohio. Unable to stick to the convoy plan, we ended up somewhere but near the amusement park – maneuvering barren fields, stopping over secluded park by the lake and circling roads that looked too familiar after the 8th U-turn. Neither does it help that I have been blessed with a paranoid fam...
