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Preservation or bust
2008-07-18 08:47:00
The warmth of the sun proved a hapless match for the fury of wind that day. My ears were frozen. Numb, crimson and deaf to a wonderful piece of technology rendered useless by the chill as it narrated the mystery of what lay before me – a bunch of giant, lichen-infested prehistoric rocks. But I endured the biting cold, as did everyone else that flocked to the site. And they come everyday, for dec


Introducing: Tabo
2008-07-15 12:34:00
Everyone meet Tabo. He's my traveling companion and he can be quite fashion conscious at times.He likes to hide in the closet when he's bored. And although he doesn't come with ears, he sometimes likes to pretend he can appreciate music.He also likes to get a kick out of rubbing handles with celebrities...dead, alive, or otherwise.You might want to know that he's not the only Tabo trotting around.
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What's right with this picture?
2008-07-14 04:05:00
I was pleasantly surprised to arrive at Harbour Square one time to be greeted by a scene such as this. I hate to admit it, but it was hard to believe I was actually staring straight at Manila Bay and Roxas Blvd. It was clean and unspoilt, much like how I remember it way back when I was living in Malate in the 70s.But there was something else about it that made all the difference from the rest of t


A cross post: Karengkeng VS. Monkey Pacquiao
2008-07-13 23:29:00
This was the match that nobody saw.Set against the crystal blue waters and fine white sands of Boracay, on the summit of Mt. Luho is where the action took place. To the left of the ring was Ms. Karengkeng, clad in a sexy black bikini complete with knee pads, elbow pads and a helmet that slipped off at some point. To the right, next to the Tasmanian Devil (ehem, *relative*), bats, wildcats and dino


Published!
2008-07-13 08:10:00
I never wanted to be a writer. In fact, I never even liked writing. It was only recently that I felt compelled to start, at least where my travels were concerned. The first time I ever stepped foot on a plane was when I was five, when my mom took me on one of her business trips to Hong Kong. Even at such a young age, I remember getting really excited for the trip and actually being airborne. When


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