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I don't know what it is with music that I oftentimes crave for it in moments when I have nothing to do, but mostly when I have something to do. When I'm working on my laptop, my mother always knows that I'm in the house and working because with it is Tchaikovsky playing in the airwaves. Sundays are never complete when the house is not wafting with the oldies but goodies hits of Frank Sinatra, Elton John, Matt Monroe, and Barry Manilow while I am busily doing the week's piled up laundry (feeling ...

She finally had what she wished for --to dance and show her devotion to the Baby Jesus in the recently concluded Sinulog street dance festival. I definitely have no qualms about it as I myself am a self-professed devotee. It's just that this request of hers was sashayed with a rather clangorous intent, and marked with a lot of controversies, one of which is her adamant refusal to leave office despite her irrevocable suspension as the governor of the province.

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I have been looking at doors for the longest time I've ever remembered. They're those part of houses I greatly admire. I have one friend who likes windows. She especially likes French windows. She said she feels like a princess when she fancifully lunges into opening them, like probably Juliet, waiting for her Romeo while she's busily cleaning the blinds.

Yet nothing could ever dissuade me from liking doors. Not that I'm not a big fan of Romeo and Juliet or Rapunzel (who looked at her ...

"When a force is exerted outside an egg, life ends. When a force is exerted inside, life begins, " so goes my opening lines for motivation in a fable that my class and I were waiting to dissect, like a frog carefully pinned on a morbid dissecting pan.

To a class of beaming sixth graders who probably only saw a hatchling come off its shell through Youtube unlike the children before who really experienced it first hand (how to wait with much chagrin), the whole concept of a ...

For some love is like a train ride. If you don't take it, you'll probably have to wait for the next trip. Still others have been unluckily made to believe (like a robot that's been programmed to do the same things over and over again until it breaks down) that like a train ride, once it's missed, it will be totally difficult to get another ride.

I thought I knew love in Grade Six when I had a huge crush on a classmate who made a funny remark that will forever leave an impression on ...

I'd like to speak in behalf of the Eve populace (if I may be so frank and blunt about this) that the single most baffling thing about us is this option paralysis: given a host of alternatives, we are most likely unable to take one--especially when we are faced with the dilemma on what to wear each time we go out.

My guilt devours me each time as when a date texts that he is already in the tryst that we had agreed on while I was still caught up in my wardrobe, totally bemused about ...

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My first attempt at drawing hands came with a rather shady impression. At that time I thought if I'd get to even form decent-looking hands, I'd be able to impress that high school crush who liked looking at paintings of hands. After mustering the courage to show him what appeared to me were Da Vinci's Sistine Chapel rendition of the creation, ...