Category: LIFE & STUFF
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I’m a Lyrical Gangsta
I love karaoke. But that’s not much of a surprise. A Filipino saying she loves karaoke is like a white dude saying he loves, uh, never mind. Let’s just say it’s pretty common.
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Love and Life and Writing
People are like creative work. You have to go through a lot of mediocre ones, bad ones even, to end up with something good. Even then, it doesn’t mean it will always be good. Nothing is linear.
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Chinese Takeout
My favorite type of travel is the long, lingering kind. The kind that sees the best of somewhere as well as the not so best. The kind that lets me sit, study and hang. It’s how I ended up in Staunton, Bristol and Fredericksburg. Their one main attraction, aside from a guaranteed paycheck, was that they…
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To the ends of land
I don’t have a hometown. Or at least I don’t have just one. Saying Richmond feels untrue. By the time I moved there, I was a fully formed human being. Saying New York feels incomplete, because I spent a good chunk of my formative years in the Philippines. Saying the Philippines only touches on the…
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Grad school…
Takes a lot out of you. Which is why you need lots of coffee. On most days, I make (meaning I press a button) coffee to-go. But on this day I’m on spring break, so I get to drink out of a mug. As well as eat cereal out of a bowl while, get this,…
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A mosh pit full of fist pumps
So much has happened since I last wrote. Let’s see. I quit my job. I moved back to Richmond. Which means I left New York and all its wonderful wonderfulness — something that still hasn’t quite sunk in. It is possible any moment now I will wake up in my too-small room with its too-big…
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When it rains, it rains
On a total whim one very late night, I changed my blog name. I know what you’re thinking. Who the hell changes a blog name without so much as an announcement? Didn’t she just add a graphic some weeks ago loosely related to the old name while prattling on about synapses? And why the hell…
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Exclamation Pointz
New rule. When discussing age post-25, an exclamation point is required in all uses. It symbolizes wisdom, maturity, old age and the acknowledgement of my mortality. Of course, I’m typing this from my comfortable sitting spot on my bed, the bed I recently migrated to after spending 12 hours on another comfortable sitting spot on…
