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4 August 2012. Katipunan. 9pm. My umbrella has a hole in it. My feet are dirty from the grit of the darkened puddles. Home is many minutes away. 12 by cab. 30 by… Continue reading
4 August 2012. Katipunan. 9pm. My umbrella has a hole in it. My feet are dirty from the grit of the darkened puddles. Home is many minutes away. 12 by cab. 30 by… Continue reading
The zooming lights of hurried tricycles zoom below me. I grasp the railings of the balcony, steadying myself. The cold air chafes me and I curl my scarf tighter across my neck. A… Continue reading
…And then there was this guy, Jared something. No, Jason. Jeremy? Well, it starts with a “J” and that I’m sure of. Anyway, this guy, let’s just say it’s Jared, I’m 80% sure… Continue reading