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17 July 2011
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17 July 2011
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6 February 2010
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My mother would walk three blocks from our old house in Sampaloc to take us to the kindergarten we attend. She would explain to us what being jobless means, and that with every story, an “i love you”. I remember her … Continue reading
11 September 2009
by DK
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It has been about month since I saw you last. I would like for you to know I still cry in bus rides when I think of you. I sleep less at night, I toss and turn and wonder what things will be like … Continue reading
16 August 2009
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I have one of the coolest mothers in the world. Anyone who has been there in her funeral march, or has witnessed it first hand, would wonder why a black vehicle blaring out Bryan Adams’ "Summer of ’69" has a … Continue reading