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Happiness is an Orange
All Saints' Day is spent with college friends in a caffeine-, endorphin-, and WiFi-laden place called The Orange Place Hotel. When I still lived along Kamias Ave, I used to pass by the Orange Place on...
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Aimee Mann, mutton curry, and a childhood memory
Went to: New Bombay. My friend had a craving for isaw (hawker food) and Indian. It's the 15th so we picked the posh venue. Next to maguro sashimi, I'd take mutton biryani any given PMS day. So we asked...
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Day 8: All you can eat, because you can
Aka the places you'll go, when you're hungry. So I feel "favored" by the Universe, and then Google Maps, to be living in a city teeming with food shops -- the kinds that make it to certified Filipino...
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Protected: Because I want a password-protected post
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This is just PMS or QLC: All a myth to me
Cats have nine lives and none of the crisis. Quarter-lifers wearing high-fashion yet with the street-smarts — in movies — were my sorority mothers to adulthood. Like, “hey, when I grow up am working...
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Because I’m euphoric, sober, and getting a tan
Wild and free; hasn’t been in a while I smell the newspaper of my youth. Whenever I say/use ‘euphoric’ I’m transported back to the 2000s, in the column of my comparative lit professor where he’d play...
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Lie to me
This is the point I ‘fess up as your downright creepy stalker-friend– close. Or the point I tell you that I am Batman– sorry to disappoint. Or that I’m CIA (insulting to what the I stands for), a...
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In a few words, my state of mind
A stray shot, nothing particularly interesting here, but it accidentally documented a memory: of the chain link-fenced plot across the back of my office building; despite the second-hand smoke, I would...
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I bought myself a cupcake.
Not a mochi or a cupcake fan, but I happen to be neighbors with Sophie’s Mom. It’s a good excuse for not bleeding my wallet dry elsewhere that is posh like Sonja’s, although it’s just a little less...
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The cheese
A friend once told me just because someone’s story engages me does not mean I have to exploit it for gains. As a writer, I see almost everything as a potential subject. My abandoned drafts in this blog...
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Yoga, atrophy, people: The dots in my head
I rolled out the yoga mat today, a little over a year after purchase. After doing some poses, I sat, a bit un-used to the effort. But it bought me time out of fumbling through Facebook, to reflect. I...
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