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Rewind To BCBA 2018: A Heartfelt Note to My Younger Self
Hey, It’s me. Your older, grumpier, and (hopefully) wiser self. It’s 2024 now, and life’s been quite a wild ride. Life has thrown us curveballs, but we’ve hit a few home runs too. First off, I’m not writing to give you the winning numbers for the biggest lottery in the Philippines. And I’m definitely not sharing secrets to make you a billionaire. But trust me, the words I’m about to share are worth a fortune. Listen… I know you’re a little disappointed about not winning any major awards at the Best Cebu Blog Awards (BCBA) in 2018. You’re not a sore loser (you never have been) and you’ve always taken…
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The Dying Summers: Not A BCBA Love Story
Why do summers have to end? I mean. Life would be quite an exhilarating rollercoaster ride if summer was endless. With carefree sunny days, idleness, and a festive feel, summer offers endless possibilities for fun and adventure. And the entire world feels so alive, blissful, and colorful in summer. Summers symbolize happiness, freedom, beauty, self-development, and idleness. In film, poetry, and books, positive times of love, adventure, and friendship are usually set in summer. And summers also represent something we don’t want to end: youth and the prime of life. June 2022: The last days of my summers Blogging is like my childhood’s pleasant, breezy, lazy, and easy-going summers. Every…
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201 Tuesdays with Mellon Collie
What happens to us after we die? Are we going to see the light that leads to paradise? Or, are we going to wake up in a different world and realize that we’re living in a simulated universe? Teary-eyed and heartbroken, I asked these questions to Mellon Collie at my uncle and aunt’s funeral in July 2021. How do I live in the wake of such sadness? Why do we have to suffer in this reality? Mellon Collie – the mistress of my life in 2021 – stared blankly at me, and made no effort to respond to my barrage of questions. And, it wasn’t just the death of a…
