Mas malupit ang The Future of Our World with sound effects. Here’s the Reddit discussion.
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Author: Macky Cruz
I’d rather anything can happen than this: falling in love with you. That I was even born marked changes in the universe; it is true -– the sum total of our lives together bring about that end of time when everything evens out. What that future is, I don’t know.…
Leave a commentI thought I lost this poem of sorts! Written for someone across the world. I know you. There are forks of recognition and there are certain winds that can tell you the same thing. Spinning madly beyond some Eternal Nation aloft missing pens and inconsequential worries, we threaten each other…
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Ito marahil ang suma total ng pakikipag-ugnayan ko sa’yo sa Internet. Kung kakilala mo ako sa totoong buhay hindi ka na magugulat. Scenario: 8 floors. Kasabay mong pumasok sa elevator ang one other person na kakilala mo pala pero hindi masyado. Wala pa kayo sa hampasan level of friendship. Ma-pride…
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Andito na tayo. 2016 na. Ang daming nangyari magmula noong una akong nagblog sa tanang buhay ko, 12 years ago, 2004. Kababagsak ko lang noon sa Board Exams for Accountancy, kaya ‘di ko alam ano gagawin sa buhay ko. So natural, sa Internet ako humanap ng sagot. 💾 Nauna Ako…
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It’s just … it’s crazy and I have to get this down. The heat. It’s not even pa-cute heat, which inspires the richer neighborhood kids to bring out the inflatable kiddie pools. It’s hide-your-children heat, or-they’ll-come-back-broken-and-mabaho. English-speaking friends insist it’s more proper to say, “it’s warm,” than “it’s hot.” YOU’RE…
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Read Death in Little Doses, Part 1 of 2 first. They called the day the Real Death Anniversary of King Julian, the day when he manifested the first signs of change. The pirates from Far Away, who had been stealing scandalous amounts of corn and rice from the community warehouse,…
Leave a commentHere’s a story that’s yet to find another home. Griffin stared at the long, purple, strangely luminescent blades of grass as he dragged the final words to the story from his lips. The tiny flower heads that were there and not there nodded at him, absently prodding him with…
Leave a commentFirst posted on Facebook on February 7, 2011 at 1:29pm We are at war with ourselves everyday. We stare at these walls like they will eat us alive, like they are eating us alive, gnawing at our flesh and feasting on our blood. We feel compelled to fight–how else do you…
Leave a commentThey tell me not to drink coffee in the afternoons But, oh well, here we are. It is Dark, dark, and the rattling of persistent appliances Is music to ears For all the chaos of mornings and peak-energy afternoons There is something I respect In this silent plodding of human…
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