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Apr.22.2014
Sometime ago, while I was busy writing my undergraduate thesis, I came across an article which criticized the growing number of list articles or "listicles" on the internet. For the younger set, Thought Catalog and Elite Daily articles are formatted this way. Buzzfeed uses GIFs to set their point (...
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Apr.21.2014
In an attempt to settle my personal issues or at least to give me some peace of mind, I have begun to conduct long and personal correspondences with an old friend. I needn't have to correspond with many to begin with. Though I admit that the correspondences and friendships formed with the artists I...
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Apr.11.2014
As a child I was so fond of this proverb I learned from a children's journal called "Charlie and Friends", it goes: 'Haste makes waste'. They said it was a Chinese proverb but I could never be sure, just about anything that sounds poetic and intelligent could have been uttered by some Chinese...
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Apr.02.2014
There is something wonderfully cathartic about being able to finally throw away academic papers and writings that have accumulated through the years. Though, admittedly, I have kept a few---among them one short story from the required readings of the only English class I had, as well as readings...
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Mar.26.2014
Dried leaves make scratching sounds as they amble down the tin roofs and streets. The curtains in my room rise and fall with the wind and it almost seems as if the entire house is breathing. I turn to my side, the back of my knees sweaty, a small crumpled purple scarf snaked around my left arm,...
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Mar.24.2014
For four years since Dido the Cat was born in our home, I would always meet him at the gates upon coming home. On hot days, he'd be under the small tree, on rainy days perched on the booth or on the washing machine. On mild days, he'd be lying on the weathered concrete of the garage. He'd be...
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Mar.24.2014
Progressing seemed to be like passing through a haze as thick and as hard as a concrete wall. I hardly knew it's there, but my body and mind felt the strain and struggle. Also, that by all means, it seemed impossible, but then again here I am, through with it and feeling the numbness or maybe just...
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Mar.11.2014
Yesterday, I wrote about how I've begun to ponder about the difference between love and lust (with respect to amorous or romantic love) because I've just read I.B. Singer's The Slave. Before I go on with what I've come up with so far, I'd like to apologize in advance for the subject matter my...
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Mar.10.2014
I have just finished reading Isaac Bashevis Singer's The Slave. Unabashedly, I confess that it rekindled in me that old appreciation, faith and warmth for life. Who knew a book could do such a thing for me? Then again, Jacob, the protagonist, also spent a bit of his time kissing books in the story...
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Feb.15.2014
I've alwasy wondered what was it about 'comfort food' that was comforting. I think that people have different ideas of what comfort food was about. For example, my sister-in-law considered pinakbet (vegetables stewed in shrimp paste) and fried fish comforting, or, on some occassions, cheese-laden...
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Feb.10.2014
Today (though more appropriately, tonight), I break my hiatus from writing here at Red Room. I have to admit I miss the sense of structure as opposed to my incessant reblogging at tumblr.com and I feel as if a story can be written here, though I fail more often than not. I decided to delete...
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