Tag Archives: nostalgia

Music I am into these days

So beautiful, yet so skinny. It kind of made me sad seeing her. Her arms like twigs, almost half the width of the neck of the guitar she’s playing. She looked like a scarecrow, especially wearing that billowy floral-patterned dress. … Continue reading

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The Twins Have Gone Away

He sits and tries to remember. Twenty years ago their names were carved onto one of the perimeter walls of the school. They were special, the first ever class in that school. Now, sitting there, in a cafe across the … Continue reading

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Pointless Reminiscing

There are big holes in my memory. Especially during my time in high school. I wanted to forget, and have succeeded, and I don’t know if I like the condition now. It’s like, after years of drilling into my head … Continue reading

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About the Girl

About the Girl We went to Quiapo and looked at all these pirated DVDs and VCD stalls. It was a whole building just filled with stalls of pirated shows. There were movies from Hollywood, anime from Japan, documentaries, etc. etc. … Continue reading

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Mental-Physical Space

The room was a machine that measured my condition: how much of me remained, how much of me was no longer there. I was both perpetrator and witness, both actor and audience in a theater of one. I could follow … Continue reading

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Memories

I write things down because of fear. I don’t have a good memory. Just read earlier that Terry Pratchett is suffering from Alzheimer’s. In a reddit AMA, Stephen King wrote that his worst fear is having Alzheimer’s. Losing memories is … Continue reading

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Examination Days

Examination Days Last Sunday, I went to my old high school in the city, to take the Civil Service Exam. A day before, that is Saturday, our names and room assignments were posted on a bulletin board inside the school, … Continue reading

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