An Ode to Growing Old

I used to be deathly afraid of growing old. I had this impression that people stop having fun when they get old. They get all responsible and boring and they stop finding pleasure in the little things. Now, I realize how effing misguided I was. For the longest time (and for almost the rest of …

The penniless has no pride

I have always believed that the poor have no right to get all proud and mighty. This can't be more true with my current situation right now. I am so broke that I have spent the last two days holed up inside our room trying to think of various money-making schemes, scouting the net for …

Operation: Reborn

I know yesterday was Easter. As you know, I am not melodramatic about things, but something about attending the Stations of the Cross made me take stock of my life. That, and that a perfectly healthy (in one way or the other) neighbor just dropped dead just when he was last seen minding his own …

wakarimashita!

Wakarimashita...it means I Understand. Or do I really? Two weeks into the new year and two weeks into my new job, I am beginning to ask myself if I still understand who I was. I loved the fact that I am challenged to excel in something I have almost forgotten how to do. I mean, …

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