Dear Diary
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The week so far
I’ve recovered so far from a strenuous fortnight of deadlines and of working-over-the-weekend, which if someone asked me what I did, I’ll probably get a baffled look. Since when did great accommodations, organic-anything-breakfasts and generous over-time compensation constitute hardship? Well, it was a hardship for me. But work is work, and I’m good at what… Continue reading
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Don’t you just want to be comfortable?
If I’m being really honest, that’s what I want. I want to put aside work, the kettlebells, the disdain for carbs, the list of chores, the phone and the laptop with its endless cycle of bad news and awful people and just be comfortable, chill and blissfully ignorant. I want to wake up a bit… Continue reading
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An ode to Mondays
There was a time when I really hated Mondays. I worked in Manila for a while and made the commute from Pangasinan every week, and the Sundays for me, felt like a prisoner on death row’s final day. I would see the sun set after having gone out cycling with the boys, smell the pork… Continue reading
