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  • The uncomfortable zone

    Not yet knowing how to do things feels uncomfortable. Learning something new is where self-doubt rings loud as you pretend to know what you’re doing, even when you don’t. At least not yet. My body always groans when I drag it into learning new things or relearning things I have forgotten. It feels the drag and complains and protests and resists change. My Read more


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  • “Malicious lies can wound”

    Who then is telling the truth? This question haunts me still, even after learning how “malicious lies can wound” in my free speech class. But the real education came from living it. I remember the pathological liar who taught me my first brutal lesson years ago. They would always say the right words to your Read more


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  • To give and not take

    It’s easy to wake up every day thinking only about ourselves as the center of our universe. It’s easy to constantly put ourselves as the main character even when it is not our story and not even about us. As set by default, we think only about our welfare and benefits. What takes effort is Read more


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  • New day

    Sun’s out, new day, fresh start. I appreciate how our cat Novo hardly breaks his routine, and so I tag along with it, starting my days early (unless deep sleep has its hands around me) and being in that slim pocket of solemn peace and unhurried time of the day. New days let us forget Read more


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  • People dead inside

    I have seen dead people walking, animated by activities and goals, but who barely resemble humans—humans who deeply feel and care for one another. They offer fake smiles while rotting with malice, ready to twist stories to feed their endless hunger for power. Villains are the heroes in their stories. They were like zombies only Read more


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  • Let’s hang out online

    I grew up in a neighborhood where your neighbor would call out for you on Christmas day with containers filled with Filipino Spaghetti, Macaroni Salad, and Buko Salad, and where finding someone’s lost cat was as much your responsibility as your own. It was a place where you are a part of a community that Read more


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  • Becoming an author

    I used to dream about getting published, and what was once unimaginable now became routine. When I was in grade school, I sought to learn how to write pieces that people would read. In high school, I dreamed about becoming an author and finding a publisher willing to expand my reach. However, I didn’t have Read more


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