December 2010
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The Year That Was
I cannot begin to sort through what my parting words for 2010 will be.
This year is really something. It’s not one of those years that just passed by. I truly, genuinely felt this year’s presence in every inch of my skin, in every neuron of my brain and in every hair follicle on my head.
I’ve developed a love-hate relationship with it, like a Professor who (hypothetically)...
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A Family Affair
Today, I braved another day out of my cave and had lunch with the other Bayonas. My aunt, who celebrated her birthday, sure knows how to throw one holiday feast. It was the perfect way to add another layer to my already growing collection of fat.
You can see how ecstatic I am to devour such flavorful roasted lechon skin. With one bite, the savory juices of lemon grass and spices blend...
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'Tis the season for some good music
I have a thing for mix tapes (mainly because of Butch Walker’s Mix Tape song that outrightly hits the romantic in me). I’ve been wanting a young handsome fellow to give me an awesome mix tape for once in my life, but that hasn’t happened yet. I’m still waiting for that fateful day.
But that’s not what I’m here to talk about.
I was browsing through Christmas...
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It’s clear early on what my favorite subject for this semester will be. Definitely, one that doesn’t involve neurons-bursting political economy, social paradigms (although this subject matter interests me) and criticism of broadcast text.
So it’s a toss up between BC 128 (Production of pre-recorded material for TV) or Film 110 (Basic Photography using black and white film)....
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Rugrats Personified
I’m having the worst migraine of my life, and I have no idea what to do about it. I tried to sleep it off, but one hour later upon waking up, my neurons start bursting again.
If I were three years old today, I’d normally just cry it out and let the grown-ups fret about it. Crying was the best solution for the “worst” problems.
I peed in my diaper. Cry.
I dropped my ice...
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What happens at 3 AM
I don’t know why but there is something comforting about being the only one awake at 3 in the morning in a five-story apartment in a third world country.
It gives me peace of mind.
I’m supposed to feel the exact opposite. Everyone’s snoring and all cozied up in their beds, while I’m working my neurons off with this broadcast news copy (due at 8 AM by the way).
But no. I...
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November 2010
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Just rebloggers
I haven’t been properly writing in a while. It must be because of Tumblr. Ever since I moved here, I’m still not comfortable at the fact that what I write will involuntarily appear in random people’s dashboards, and most likely, be ignored (yes, just scroll past through it, thank you very much).
It’s been more than a year, actually. And I’m still not over the...
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