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While cleaning my drive of clutters, I found out what I have written years ago about our class book at the training camp - A super foolish Acknowledgement. Haha! Though the whole span of training was agonizing, thinking of silly things was proven to be very effective in hurdling all the abuses inside the boot camp. One of these is the one that follows. It makes me think that while it is true that

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In the course of years, when wood signaled for the dawn of civilization and later on replaced by stone to survive the age; when intelligence crept in with progress and iron was dug out of the sand, sheathed in a skin from a slain victim; when humans explored the lands and crossed earthly bridges to control nature, like deities in flesh, and to indulge in wars to proclaim tribal dominions; when

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It’s so unfortunate of me to lose my flash disk that contains all my important files. Most of my personal writings and important articles downloaded from the net, including the memorandum sent by the NHQ were all stored there. Then all of a sudden, it’s gone. I might have left it in the office and picked up by somebody, slid it on their bag and belasmax, gone! Or it might have slipped off from

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If there’s something that pushes to save myself from boredom it's the idea of a boredom itself in which I couldn’t bear to embrace at all. Some say it’s good; others do not. But one thing that really affects me is why boredom seems to be romantic to intellectual men. Nietzsche talks about it, moving half way through the realization of oneself and simply condemning it; Kierkegaard regales it as

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First week: the same old topic keeps circulating around. Second week: it’s getting started to hum like bees with placards. You probably know what it is all about, for there are just three hot topics that dominate the Philippine news today: UNA vs Admin, Bansangmoro (finally getting an electric starter for golden bullet, at last!) and the Cybercrime Law to which cyberpeople with their

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Dearest Rosa, I’m lucky to be assigned at the backdoor today. At least the barracks is near and it is easy for me to cry for assistance when need arises. In case you haven’t known yet, this is the best post I love inside the jail. It gives me  ample of time to think and plan for myself and my family. Being a father and a husband is tough, that is why you need to be very careful in

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Dearest Rosa, I am very blessed to have you. After all these years of ups and downs, you are still the steadfast one to remain with me. You are but a piece of paper waiting to be inked out with letters yet you have made extraordinary things for me. I couldn’t count them anymore; you have given me much. But where’s Mr. Justice? I have forsaken you for some time despite everything. I am sorry.

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Long ago there was a self, and for some incomprehensive reasons boredom arose from it that shadowed the self with clueless questions. Beside the self laid an Aspen notebook of cheap quality and a Panda pen of ancient origin. Then the urge came to do something about it, to kill the boredom perhaps or to find answers to different questions that flutter around. Letters formed. From letters

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