The Magic of My Favorite Shirts

Some shirts can simply make you feel like a celebrity. They can make you feel good for awhile. Believe me, they can.


When I was strolling at the beach, I noticed some girls turning their heads on me. At first I felt awkward about it. I saw their amused faces looking back at me. I thought maybe it was their first time to see a guy on their beach as handsome as me. Ahem. The thought bothered me though. Maybe I had some dirt on my face that made me look ridiculous. Still I continued walking as if I was walking on a delicate floor.

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Drama in Beer

It was an awfully dry sunny Sunday. Almost everybody got no work and had no choice but to get wedged in the box-shaped rooms. But when the sun got higher and higher, everyone got out like ants poured with hot water by a human intruder. Being allergic to boredom, each one had his own antidote.

The occupants of room #16 busied themselves to do the laundry though their intention was obviously not much of the laundry itself. There were a couple of ladies wearing something that showed off their delicately semi-porcelain legs. There was even a suspicion that they just took their clean clothes from their closet so that they could have coy chitchats with those girls.

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I'm Not a Baby No More

I’m not a baby no more!

I don’t know if I should get flattered or what. People I meet in the jeepneys, on the streets, or anywhere I go to treated me as if I were a high school boy.

Do I look younger than my age or do I just simply have a baby face. Yucks! No…! I can’t accept such foolish assumptions.

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I Just Wanna Post

One of the most stupid things a person could do is saying “No!” to a question destined to be answered yes. As a consequence, it ends up with regret.

One of the worst causes of suffering is the feeling of regret – regret of not doing the things you ought to do. As a result, you tend to worry.

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Personal Collection of My Desperate Love Stories

This is a collection of love stories, which could be associated as a mark of desperation. Each story has not defined a certain ending and thus kept hanging. I don’t intentionally arrange them in chronological order. I just dig in the stories that have a vivid sketch in my memory. As I read a love story of a couple how they met, I began comparing my personal experience. As supposed in the story, it ended well, mine on the contrary.

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High School Prayers Granted

Where do I go from here? This question was on my mind the entire month of March in 2001. I would soon be graudting in high school. Three months later would then be another school year in college. It would be another chapter of a student’s life which everyone in our school expected. But for a student coming from a poor family like me, it’s a blurred vision of which school I would be in and of which course I would take.


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