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Continue reading →: DAY 2 Memories of my forgotten childhood
Many challenges came to me even when I was just growing up. The confidence that I have for myself had to mature as well. I never thought of my strengths before but now I know better or a least I think I know something more. Going to school gave me…
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Continue reading →: DAY 1 Memories of my forgotten childhood
At my age, many people seem to see that I act and think beyond my years. Their reactions and comments make me look back and try to find out the events that made me like this. Is it because of the people I met? Or the trials I encountered? When…
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Continue reading →: Reflections of My Somewhat Writer Self
Friends and acquaintances usually have an impression and/or expectation that when someone wants to be a writer or is already one, has a different sense of reality. That most of the conversation you’ll encounter with a writer would be reflective or deep. Maybe those people are just my friends and…
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Continue reading →: Pop, PopColorful shirts, baggy pants Cute, glittery headdresses Catchy lines, pretty dances Collection of memories, nineties faces Children jump and sing Along the tune of western beings Girl groups, boy bands Screaming pre-teens all around No fancy bags, no messy jams Just loud and wonderful sighs Dreams come all alive Around…
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Continue reading →: DaluyongChildren grow up so fast, but their memories linger for a lifetime. This process keeps a collection of the impressions and emotions that I have made throughout the colorful, unforgettable, and random days of my childhood. I was given the chance to live and grow up in a generation when…
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Continue reading →: Looking for Inspiration
Every now and then I find myself conflicted with the proper ideas to build a story or to write a poem. There are a lot of factors which I think are mostly distractions. I find inspirations in the most unusual time. Just a view from something different can bring inspirations.…
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Continue reading →: Untitled
Waiting for the rain to come But wishing for it to disappear Once it comes to visit longer Cursing its existence and wailing under Maintaining a purpose to life Changing the chances as it comes Pain faces disapproval way beyond The lines focusing along the front Dreams come and go…
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Continue reading →: Finding the Right Time
Watching the sky turn its hues on, I imagine how wonderful the chances I have to find time at least to see this gift. People almost always spend their time being busy. They are checking their watches, updating their social media, walking, running. Everyone seeks no more than to find…





