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(Photos courtesy of Isse Mariano)  As I grow older, the world becomes smaller. And that's a fact! I was busy running errands in BKK when, I bumped into my long lost friend and her family and had that kind of bonding we haven't for ages way back in the Philippines. Haha. (btw, the "long-lost-friend" thing was on her part and the "over-acting" was mine) Now, that's a fvck! hahaha Yes, raising eye-brows?!? Wondering why I'm soo here in BKK?? I'm glad you asked. Maybe.Because. Life. Events. Happen. I was reading 1000 Places To See Before You Die one lazy Sunday afternoon, when my doppelganger had this crazy idea, "I want to become a writer and this is the best time to pursue this dream. Let's go cross-country!! First stop, BKK baby!!" And I was like, huh?? seriously?? And the next thing I knew, I'm here. As a Cost Executive, though ;p But that's where the fun part comes in. Absentmindedly, you're i

Dear Nueva Vizcaya, We've been together for so many years, for family gatherings, people power I, world war II, birthday parties, parting times, and oh, how can I forget those crazy childhood days where we play hide and seek under the moon.Dizzy. But time comes when old-age have to kicked me out in the middle of no where a.k.a real world! But don't fret. Whatever I do, wherever I go always remember we're living under the same sky and that, I miss you. As Chris Daughtry very well put it in a song "When these places and these faces are gettin' old, I'm going home". I remain, Yours.

Ahhh memories.... Do you remember those days when you'd gotten up so early to watch cartoons, hurriedly grab your cookies and a glass of milk and tell mom that your little friends will be coming along for a cartoon marathon? And.. You don't even bother to look at her as you say those words because your appalled at the thought of missing a minute with Sailor Moon and her friends? Yeah? OK. Good. Not for me though. About weekend-cartoon-marathon, I mean. Because as far as my 24-year old self can remember I didn't mind getting up early on a weekend morning if it means another day spent on mud and ducks and cows and his friends. Hahaha (a real farmville, y'know). And. it was fun! And for old times' sake, last Christmas, me and my siblings (who used to be my playmates) decided to have a mountain climbing race. The field, the mountain and cows are real and the game is on! And the winner is my 3-year old niece on her semi-gown and crown. =)) So the next time you