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Everywhere and Every way.

I both like and dislike thinking.

I am a kid trapped in a 31 year old’s body with a brain of a 60 year old coming to terms with his existence. I like long walks because it either stops or facilitates my thoughts. I think both the best and worst things, but reserve judgement until I’ve understood its entirety. My thoughts are truant but true.

I’m a doctor working in a far-flung beach province, Siargao Island, and now holder of Masters degrees in public health, business administration and a certificate in public management. I often like to think up witty stuff and I regrettably believe that most people don’t think the way I do. I am a die hard, living, breathing hopeless romantic who believes that love will conquer all. I study and research the rules only to end up hating them and never wanting to play by them. Thanks for wandering with me.

  • Buried Treasure

    Started digging myself a hole, topsoil gone and rocks exhumed. I made sure it was hollow, this empty space of land. I unearthed it with care, as if each piece of earth was a treasure of ancient times though for sure, they were just rocks. Rocks that weighed down the earth, or kept it together;…

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  • Goodbye for now

    We didn’t want it to end. We met up and caught up, you with your stories from work and me with my adventures of the world. We were laughing more than talking, it didn’t even occur to me that I didn’t eat anything. I told you to be strong. To be excited and happy especially…

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  • Dream Journal: Unicycle

    My brother and I were going to watch a movie at a mall in the USA. It was scheduled at 8pm and the title was “Paris: A Musical”. On the ticket it said that the show ran for an hour and 15 minutes. Checked the time and it was just around 5:45. We lounged around…

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  • Those were the days

    Today’s taxi encounter was with Mang Romeo. It was on a short ride, a few kilometers, to this little coffee shop to meet a friend. Of course, as taxi rides go, there was awkward silence, sometimes appropriate for the situation. He started talking about where we were to go. He kept insisting it was a…

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  • Remembering

    For most people, the act of remembering is pretty hard. Without that eidetic memory supporting us, we just don’t sound as intellectual with our “uuhms” and “what was that again?s”. For my grandmother, its even worse. See she’s 92. Mental condition nonwithstanding, she’s in good health. I’d hope so since I inherited some of her…

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  • That Thing Called..

    “Tadhana” /todd-ha-nah/ noun – destiny; meant to be; when ‘stars align and things happen for a reason’; adjective form: itinadhana /e-tee-nad-ha-nah/ – fated; #blessed by the moon and the stars; lucky enough to find each other Okay. I booted it up again, the movie called “That Thing Called Tadhana”. Its such a great movie and the…

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  • My pursuit of happiness: Writing

    Perhaps summer has officially ended. After as much as 32 days, 23 hours and 35 minutes without rain, the blanketed purple skies (which I find utterly peculiar since I always thought that the night sky would be black) weep tears that carpet the streets. They now glisten for no one to see. This fortuitous change…

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  • Tonight’s Anthem: Lost Stars by Adam Levine

    It started with a bated breath. Please don’t see just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies. Please see me reaching out for someone I can’t see Grasping at invisible straws trying to make sense of the senseless, surmising reason and direction and looking for validation when there’s no one else but myself. Take…

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  • Dream Journal: Fracture

    I was too late to write this journal and some of the details are now hazy. I was in a tropical island, a province in the Philippines, with some friends. Faces now blurry from the effects of waking up. Vacation, I suppose, was the purpose of the entire thing. There were people on the beach.…

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  • Jilted Love Letter

    I write this love letter to compare one day what it would be like to feel a sense of “love” while in my limbo versus when I actually am in love. Okay, here goes. Today was just like any other day. The temperature wasn’t too hot, it wasn’t too cold either. Today was one of…

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About Me

Just a frustrated writer and rhymer. Level 32 human being fond of talking about mundane things and existential philosophy. I work as a physician by the beach, and yes, I champion public health.

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