Saccharine Irony

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January 27, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — Aimee @ 8:58 am

Originally posted almost 2 years ago. I just miss Bukidnon. :-/

Saccharine Irony

I spent the weekend in one of my favorite places in the world, Malaybalay, a small city of pine trees and streams, seated deep into the heart of Bukidnon province.

A year after I graduated from college, I took up a work assignment in this small city for three straight years, until I decided to come home and take up another career.  Yet, the city has always held very distinct memories for me.  Every cafe, park, and street corner tells a story;  and even the stars, brighter than those in the smog-filled city, have their own tales to tell.

I traveled over the weekend primarily to get some downtime – and take some really good pictures – so that’s exactly what I did. And it surely did not hurt that I was traveling with one of my bubbliest friends in the whole wide world, Nashy.  So it was laughter…

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On Reading June 18, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Aimee @ 11:51 am

There is always that profound joy to be had by reading, and one day when you’re old and graying, when all your children start living their own lives, when the only possibility you have left is to travel with your mind, you will find that the best books can take you places, and you never had to feel lonely again.

🙂

 

YouthSays | YouthSays, Philippines’ Youth Opinion Community October 28, 2009

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YouthSays | YouthSays, Philippines’ Youth Opinion Community.

 

I Fall to Pieces August 19, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Aimee @ 8:25 am

I Fall to Pieces

Patsy Cline

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I fall to pieces

each time I see you again

I fall to pieces.

How can I be just your friend?

You want me to act like we’ve never kissed.

You want me to forget, pretend we’ve never met.

And I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I haven’t yet.

You walk by and I fall to pieces.

I fall to pieces

Each time someone speaks your name

I fall to pieces.

Time only adds to the flame.

You tell me to find someone else to love

Someone who’ll love me too, the way you used to do.

But each time you walk by

I fall to pieces.

You walk by and I fall to pieces.

 

no “jingle bells” November 14, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Aimee @ 3:53 am

We have not even put up the Christmas tree yet. And to think that it’s almost the third week of November. As of this time last year, the tree had already been adorned and lighted, the mistletoes hung on the door, the belen set up on the console, and the curtains and throw pillows dressed in whimsical holiday themes. This year, however, those huge storage boxes do not seem too inviting at all. The lethargy around the house is awfully thick these days, and no one has taken any enterprise in outfitting the house in time for Santa Claus’ holiday stopover.

Are we playing it cool, or are we just plain lazy? Or is dressing the house up just some kind of annual, perfunctory act predestined to peter out in time?

(Sigh.) Guess we are just being lazy.