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Everyday Stories, Lived

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  • We can’t continue living the dorm life

    I realized how not cooking is a lazy excuse, especially when you have the resources to do so. Because we can’t continue living the dorm life forever, can we? It felt the same as not putting the food in your mouth, even when it’s already in your hands. And perhaps, I have carried on with Read more

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  • I have snapped out of it

    Using a dumbphone for almost two months forced me to be in the moment. What else should I do with those hands? Where should you put your eyes? And the more I get disconnected from the device, the more I feel connected with those around me. Even if it means they’re hooked with their devices Read more

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  • Perhaps you’ve never gone out for some time

    There is silence in between arrivals at the airport. First, there’s the occasional opening and closing of the doors. Then, the cold air whooshing from the inside, brushing against whoever is waiting in the bay areas, anticipating a friend, a lover, or a family to arrive. You can’t see much movement more than the police Read more

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  • Time away from work

    Your downtime is for resting, having fun, and disengaging from work. We need time away from work to be good and efficient at it. Dr. Anna Clemens But sometimes, resting and having fun for me means reading a book or catching up with my favorite podcast and picking up where I left off from an Read more

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  • How did I come from zero blog post views to an average of 10 daily?

    First and foremost, it did not happen overnight, you see. If you want to build your online presence, then you have to put in the work. As Seth Godin puts it, drip by drip. It means you must treat your blog like work, follow a schedule, and show up according to that schedule you set. Read more

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  • A dream or a memory?

    I had a dream, and I know it was just a dream. Because I was with you, and in reality, we’re never together. You took me photographs, flattering and candid. You said it’s one way to keep our memories intact, frozen in time. I could hear your happiness when I looked into your eyes and Read more

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  • Aging and the never-ending war against gravity

    As I looked at myself in the mirror one night, the reality dawned on me: I am getting older. It’s funny how I can’t remember my age anymore when people ask me about it, taking a pause too long, thinking how old I am again. Sometimes, I even make quick math like today’s year minus Read more

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