mental-health
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Took me 3 business days to get to the office

My dad never drove and we never really got to know from him directly as to why. He had a driver until the day he died. Hitching a ride with him probably gave me five-year’s worth of second-hand smoke (his driver also smoked), but that aside, I LOVE being driven. It’s the dream isn’t it… 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
