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Places: Isdaan
(Isdaan crosses the thin line from simple restaurant to a “place”. It’s not just a place to find food –it’s a restaurant slash fun park and all galore. While it lacks gourmet food and a cubic meter empty of people, Isdaan makes more than enough for it with an abundance of “barrio fiesta” food, color and…
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Happy Thoughts
Happiness. My music playlists are getting more awesome (awesomer?) by the second. Lalala. Two new playlists perfect for studying, drawing, exercising and daydreaming: Super Soundtrack! (from the OST/ST of Marvel movies like First Class, First Avenger, Iron Man and The Avengers) and I AM LOCKED! (from the brilliant OST of Sherlock BBC). Happy happyyyy. Happiness.…
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Heat, Holidays and Hold ups
‘ello. Heat. Glorious heat. Summer lovin’ feels more like being burnt to crisp as the days pass. It is incredibly easy to sweat while doing nothing. It is so dry –even the rain, which rebelliously and sporadically comes even this season, is not helpful at all. The ground is wet, but the atmosphere remains NOT…
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History: Great Speeches of the 20th Century
First, I apologize (well, not really) for inflicting my geekiness onto any unsuspecting reader. Second, my reference for this post -yes, I have a reference– is “The Penguin Book of Twentieth-Century Speeches”, edited by Brian MacArthur. Third, my almost-excuse is the fact that I wrote all of this down in my journal last March 2012.…
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Little Wonderlands
first I am officially a graduate (though I obviously am not free of certain clutches). I’d like to thank my mom (who has spent and will spend [Singapore, darling, we’ll see each other soon] a disproportionate amount for my graduation, my sister (who has assigned herself a #StageAte, which is true), my brother (who is…
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Bookstore Mania and other worries
It’s Friday! The last few days have been very busy. This sentence is normally a staple in my pseudo-vocabulary, but this time it’s quite the anomaly. I’m graduating tomorrow, and supposedly, my life should be stress free as an almost graduate. We’ve been practicing movement and songs only. I, however, have more than just practices…
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Photography: Arch
Our Visual Arts Elective has officially ended. While I don’t think I became a brilliant, or even remotely good, photographer, at the very least I can now hold and use a DSLR without killing it by pushing or turning a button. Yeah.
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Poetry (Spoken Word): Rebirth of a Dream
Rebirth of a Dream When I was younger, there was this one time When I dreamed of being a rockstar, a rebel, a rocker, a hedonist a ‘whatever-ist’ But that dream I buried deep, deep down All the way to the depths of my heart Because no one says go, not a word, not even…
Say something back.