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Rise and shine.
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I've been trying to write about today. How this time of the year always leaves me irritable and cranky. Why do these two events coincide? Skip it. Skip it please.

So I ran today. I needed to work on the boat with the captain. I got to Maquinit, breathless and sweaty.

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So here's me reminding myself: To new beginnings. To not be afraid to start over. Each day is a reset. To stop looking at the past with regret. To look forward to life. And to be brave enough for new adventures.

And as for that other event? I always need reminding that her greatest gift for each of us was this silly, oftentimes crazy, utterly human, but most amazing fan club I will ever have.

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I miss quoting Mrs. Doubtfire, Top Secret! and Tintin with these silly ones.

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The Guessing Game and Other Stories
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It's bee two years. The stories don't end, and I'll try my best to keep recalling them.

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We'll Get There
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2013 reads
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Where Have I Been?
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Biking around.
Mount Polis to Bontoc

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Bike rides from Banaue to Sagada.
Then from Ho Chi Minh to Phnom Penh to Siem Reap then finally to Surin, Thailand.
Half-baked writeups here.
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Lunch sessions
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2013-07-16 13.13.48

"I feel like I'm doing something productive when I'm working out." Whether those were caused by the endorphins, it's hard to tell. What started as a group activity turned into a solo session today. I emphasized high reps, short rests and lots of sprinting in between. It was hard work and incredibly intense but I knew she was up for it. We had a small audience that slowly grew in number as the 130pm class was about to start. I can only imagine what they were thinking: She went all the way up to CAS 5th during her lunch break to be shouted at by her coach? All this for working out? What for? She must be crazy. Despite the odd stares from the bystanders, I know she got it.

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Living life as if all alternate realities were happening at the same time. At least in one of those realities, things are exactly as how they're supposed to be.

random house thought
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I've lived in this house all my life. Except for a few days at a time when I go on vacation, I don't know what it's like to prepare my own meals, sort through my laundry, do the maintenance work, etc for extended periods of time. When my siblings were in their twenties, they all experienced moving out of this house: whether for school or just the need to practice independence. Little by little, each of those siblings have somehow found their way back. Having seen my siblings go through the moving out-moving back in experience, I don't feel the need to do so.

 

This house keeps me grounded. It's where I get to hear my dad mock me if I arrive home too late (Ang aga mo naman umuwi) or if I stay at home the whole day (Ano, wala kang lakad?). It's where a home-cooked meal is waiting for me after a long day in school or play. It's where I get to share snippets of pop culture, basketball, tech stuff, movies and the other nuances of daily life with my brothers.

 

This is comfort. This is home.

 

Edit: and all those reasons are exactly why I go crazy staying at home.


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Elections 2013. I waited in line for 4 hours because our precinct had to have a faulty PCOS machine. People's fingernails have a thin line of indelible ink running along the edges of their fingernails, my finger looks like it's bleeding ink.

My mother's former boss and her sisters were in line ahead of me. I noticed them late, maybe about 2.5 hours of lining up and we spent the last hour and a half catching up. The last time I saw her was maybe during the 9 day ceremony that we had.

"I noticed you because you were the only person in line with a book."

"Your mom taught you that, didn't she?"

Such is how things are these days when we see people who knew my mother. Snippets of her life and her little lessons that she has taught us. when we were kids, we didn't watch a lot of tv. We spent our summers with our noses in books or biking around the village. I still remember the first "long" book I finished, "The Naughtiest Girl in School," which must have reverberated so much with me, it became my peg when I was studying.

Our tv at home is antiquated; it's not in HD, its remote doesn't work, and it's only slightly bigger than our computer monitor. We eventually got an HD tv, but only for my brothers' video games. So we spend our time reading: books, magazines, food labels, outdated encyclopedias, graphic novels, children's books, etc. Sometimes I think I text like a book, which either makes me sound snobby or dated.

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