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Probably not ever but still I think this Jose Mari Chan favorite is in the top ten of my list of best Christmas songs, local or foreign.

I used to fancy myself singing this at one of those neighborhood Christmas parties when I was younger - I even practiced! - that panned out, of course. I always chicken out at these things - public stages, blah-blah. And one more Christmas song that gives me 
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I've been particularly fascinated with these philosophy video lectures over at our favorite video streaming site YouTube. I've been listening to them while working on a lot of back jobs like finalizing grades, liquidation for my little projects, thinking (just thinking) about completing my OU projects, that darn arts fest project, etc. They're quite calming, really. Quite surprisingly, so. 

You
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I've been trailerspotting in YouTube, found these feel-good jewels. These days, I'm so not in the mood for cerebral movies. Some of these are last year's or later, I think.


When did this kid Freddie get so hot?


With the muppets? This should be fun.


Anything with Paris, does it with me. Plus this is a Woody Allen.


Coming-of-age stories are always a darling.


Because Tom Stu is a hottie.

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I was looking for a new picture for my Facebook profile, browsing through my pictures folders and always, always, I get pulled towards my China album.And unbelievable, how I could still vividly recall the details of that 2-month China exposure. Fun times, those times.

I definitely owe that experience a writing. Like what I've always planned to do. No, this short aside post wouldn't do.




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You tell me. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;
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Source

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I was in Manila last weekend to attend a political management workshop. Flying in from Bohol and arriving at rush hour, I regretted having told the cab driver to pass thru EDSA going to Sikatuna Village in Quezon City. Half-dosing, I amused myself with the gigantic lit-billboards along the way, going: hot, not, hot, hot, HOT, not, not, NOT, not. 


But then came this nearly all-green billboard 
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Malou Tiquia's (of Publicus Asia) bit -- at the 2nd cluster of the Academy for Political Management conducted by the  Friedrich-Ebert-Stiftung (FES) for young political activists -- was super insightful. The lady could pack a punch. And literally, too. 
Three three-day training at the PHINMA Training Center in Tagaytay is only the second weekend of about 5 clusters (I missed the first one!), 
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I really would, if I could.

The Purple Ribbon Campaign will be launched in Bohol today. I'm unable to attend, as I'm still travelling, but I'm there, alright. I am. Aja!
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Coming to Camotes, I had little expectations. It was after all a business trip, errr, rather, field work. What struck me really here's that it'g got zero public utility transport -- no tricycles, no jeepneys, no multicabs -- only the semi-legal single motorcycle taxi aka habal-habal whose tarrifs are absurdly expensive. How? Why? I kept asking myself. They got fairly good roads. It's a quaint 
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It's a delight to see the amazing amazing works of the young artists, and to watch Ma'am Nene 
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Feasted on the scrumptious Cebu-style lechon. Made in Panglao - gobbled up in Tubigon.


And ah yeah, saw a balimbing aka carambola tree for the first time. (Iba ra man ako pirme makit-an gud.) What a delight, eating a fruit fresh from the tree. We had one of the boys climb up the tree to pick some for us. A good match for the lechon, too!

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Earlier, at the CPG Sports Complex.

And I thought I was going running. I ended up hurling. Almost.

Nausea after running. That's what. I still got it, nearly 5 hours after the run. So, of course, I googled it. It happens.Nausea after running. And may have been caused by over-running or dehydration. Sipping water, or better, Gatorade, whilst running should help. That I'd do. Next time.

Well, 
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We Are Forests Series (Gel Ink on Paper/PostProcessed, 2011, Liza Macalandag)

I was furiously pushing gel pens through paper starting the previous weekend, trying to create some sort of illustrated advocacy material carrying youth-targeted sustainable forest management principles. This, after about a month past due, my tutor-marked assignment (TMA) for my ENRM 222 course (Socio-Cultural 
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One Flew Over the Bird's Nest (Graphic Art, 2008, Liza Macalandag)


It could get really embarrassing, and frustrating - to be young, hopeful, foolish.

At the United Architects of the Philippines - Bohol Chapter GMM today, elections was the priority agenda. We've been wanting too much to be involved in the organization as we've found management real crappy or at least direction-less and 
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It is done. But it ain't over.

There's so many reflections/learnings/lessons to be had on this endeavor. Like serious, serious stuff. But 2 things I'd like to explore on is the role of social media and the power of the "process" in advocacy building, with Baji Arts Exhibit specifically.

[I'll definitely find time to write further on this. Something like: The Baji Experience. Why not?]
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This tree is as gnarled and broken as I felt last night &amp;amp; earlier.

It's barely 2 months into the year, and the amount of regrettable events in my life and around me are already mounting up, like it's November already.
For the first time, I woke myself up, screaming from a bad dream. It was real. I heard it. I felt it. I can't remember the dream now but the pain was just so vivid. Still is. 
I 
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Ali is a very passionate young Bahraini Shia, who loves Arabic music, fizzy drinks and over-speeding. The only western music he claimed to like are Bob Marley's and Michael Jackson's. Ali is a former co-worker. He was about 19 when I first met him 2 years back.
Ali was the first protester killed after violent repressions from riot police in Bahrain's 2011 Feb series of peaceful demonstrations 
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