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Chinese astrology marks this year as the Year of the Pig, a symbol of fertility, abundance, and good fortune. Tradition says children born under this sign grow up happy and honest, two traits anyone would consider lucky. The Pig represents cheerfulness, patience, and understanding. People born in this year enjoy life fully, treasuring family and…
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This year, I’m keeping my blogging goals simple. No complicated checklists, no overthinking, just three things I know will keep me writing and enjoying the process: That’s it. Three simple rules to guide me this year. Easy enough to remember, flexible enough to keep me going. Let’s see where it takes me.
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If you drive in Metro Manila long enough, you’ll eventually collect two things: traffic tickets and stories. Last week, my car “Puti” (yes, we name our cars) gave me both. Incident 1: Traffic Violation at Buendia–Ayala (Friday, October 6, 7:00 PM) Violation: Blocking the pedestrian laneResult: Ticket issued + driver’s license confiscated Here’s my side…
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CJ turned seven months old today. He’s growing so quickly, I can barely keep up; already, he’s walker-sprinting around the house like he owns it. And here I am, stuck in Clark, wishing I could trade a thousand phone calls and photos for one real hug. That’s the tension of fatherhood. You want to be…
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Congratulations to the Miami Heat, 2006 NBA Champions! 🏀🔥 Honestly, with both teams being among my favorites (along with Phoenix), I couldn’t lose either way. But I did lean Miami’s way. I wanted to see veterans like Payton, Mourning, Williams, Walker, and Anderson finally get their rings. They deserved it, and truthfully, they should have…
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I find myself constantly reaching for a calculator to crunch the numbers on how much it actually costs to drive to work and back. Weekends, I’m in Manila with my family; weekdays, I’m up in Clark, a good hundred-plus kilometers away. Right now, with gas prices and tolls where they are, the commute runs me about…
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March 16, 1983: I remember that evening with striking clarity. My mom pulled up in our Mustang, the engine roaring louder than usual, as if the car itself carried the weight of the news. She was crying uncontrollably while trying to say the words: My dad, a fighter pilot, had been declared missing in action.…
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I had my baptism of fire. Today was my first day as part of senior management, and it started with a bang. That being said, the Spidey fan in me affirms my childhood hero’s bitter pill: “With great power comes great responsibility..”
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They beat to circulate blood. The rhythmic beating tells us that we’re alive. It beats faster when you’re in love, and it stops when you’re in despair. I heard hearts beat yesterday afternoon. I heard three hearts to be exact. I heard a mother’s, and her child’s, and the third one? It was beating a…