Tag Archives: Eya Sio

Life of Pi

I’m currently in the middle of reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel. I’ve actually watched the movie before reading the book, but the book in itself is another experience altogether. There’s nothing like words to pluck the heartstrings. I’ve … Continue reading

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Windmills

Here’s a funny little story. I bought one souvenir during my trip to Ilocos. ONE souvenir. Among the dozens of shirts, woven wallets, and sun hats, I bought this white windmill. It’s really just a miniature of the Bangui Windmills. … Continue reading

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Gledd Ditt Hjerte

I found this in an antique shop in Ilocos. There were several of them, side-by-side, all equally dusty. I was looking for teacups, the dainty, Victorian-kind (I wasn’t going to buy one, they just reminded me of some of my … Continue reading

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Photos of Ilocos

This will probably be one of the best summers I will ever have. And one of the worst. Or just the worst, really. After all, emotional turmoil and gut-wrenching sadness trumps summers spent on the couch. The irony isn’t lost … Continue reading

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Tears

Sometimes, it feels like the tears will never stop. They just keep pouring and pouring. The whispers I try to muffle keep escaping and I’m half-terrified that someone outside my room will hear. A locked door is useless against the … Continue reading

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Coffee Shop

Written On January 14, 2014, 8:22pm Well, this is depressing. Where am I, where am I? I think the audience is asking. I’m alone in a coffee shop with my laptop, waiting for my buy one, take one coffee. Oh … Continue reading

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Tidbit 003: On Getting Lost

I have a penchant for getting lost. Literally. Even as a child, I would always get lost in supermarkets and department stores. My parents would hold on to me but I’d end up disappearing anyway. These days, even with the … Continue reading

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