I am not really sure where to start when it comes to telling the woeful tale of Bedar. He hasn’t been a taxi driver in
Category: Existentialism
Turning to Stone
I blinked and now it is September. If I were living in the Philippines, I would have heard the first Christmas carols chiming on the
Slivers of Silver
Summer has left the building! It came without any warning last weekend, and suddenly the cats and I woke up to a chilly morning of
Maps, Mapping, and Google Maps II
Maps and I have a love-hate relationship, heavy on the hate part. I have trouble reading maps and it seems to me that they never
Scaffolding: Invasion of Personal Space
I resent being told what I can or can’t do, and this has nothing to do with following rules and regulations. Impingement of my freedom
The Assignment II
The Assignments: 1. Transformation 2. Celebration of accomplishments, 3. Dancing in the light in spite of the darkness. The first Assignment, and I choose to capitalise
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