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i wish i knew what to do with my life. i am threading an uncertain path. but i'd rather choose to get lost than to stagnate.

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I HONESTLY WANT TO BE REBORN IN EXCHANGE FOR ANYTHING. LIKE ZEREF. I AM VERY MUCH LIKE HIM. HIS MOTIVES ARE MINE. I AM AN ANTAGONIST IF MY LIFE WAS AN ANIME SERIES

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WHY AM I SO BLESSED WITH AN EMPTINESS SO HUGE AS IF I AM THE VOID MYSELF

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I SO HATE MYSELF FUCK I HATE THAT IM IMPULSIVE I HATE THAT IM GETTING OLD AND I AM NOT PROFICIENT AT ANYTHING AT ALL I HATE THAT I DISCOVERED READING LATE I HATE THAT WE ARE POOR I HATE THAT I HAVE SUPPRESSED EMOTIONS I HATE MY FATHER FOR BEING A DRUNKARD AND FOR MAKING MY CHILDHOOD A HORROR MOVIE I NEVER LIKE TO REMEMBER AND WISH TO FORGET IN MY SLEEP IHATE THAT I AM SO STUPID DAMN MAN I REALLY HATE THAT IM GETTING OLD AND IM JUST AN ORDINARY PERSON NO QUIRKS AT ALL I HATE THAT I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE BETTER TO DIE THAN LIVE AT ALL DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED HELP?

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metropolis

superhero

underwear

ironman

weak and poor protagonist

woman

kiss

jurek

Ms Fe

Body swap

Bike

Messenger

ms ladeza

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so ano na..It turned out it was for the best. Charot. I feel eepy already. My eyes are half close. I think i should just resume my study session for another day. God PLS bless me with a smart brain 🫰

JLSS CUTIEEE!! MANIFESTING!!

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it took me a while to google how LBC COP actually works. i reallyyy thought I knew

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Stray Cats by Irene Sarmiento

: a review (spoiler alert)

It's a story about Elisa and her talking cat and their adventure to save her missing bestfriend, Raquel. While finding answers to their questions, their discoveries revealed a more painful reality in the lives of most working class Filipino children. This book is a must read to those curious about the ever present social issues in the country.

Stray Cats is the second book to my #Readlocaliterature. I love the blend of philippine folklore and realism. It's a reminder of our thriving culture despite being tinged with foreign influence in most aspect of our lives. The author also never flinches to speak the truth about the unsolved age old social problems that plague our present society. However, personally, i feel like some parts of the book are a bit edgy in the sense that the author tried so hard to become a 'voice'. (or perhaps it's just me) Despite this, the book is an engaging read that one could easily gobble in one sitting.

Another aspect that I love is the author's writing style to the point that I wouldn't hesitate to read another one of her books in the future.

The best part of this book was when a clowder came out of nowhere and saved the workers from the burning factory.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 4/5

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07-08-25

i dont know how but i really wanted to get out from this vessel. I hate it so much that im stuck with this body for the rest of my life. so gruesome

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nothing special. just myself, the rain, and the road.

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CHRONICALLY ONLINE ERA

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I hate to talk about money BECAUSE i care so much about it

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I don't believe in dating apps 😭

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You see me holding a bar of choco mocho on my left hand while typing on my mobile screen. I try as hard to articulate my thoughts in my digital diary. Memories of yesterday clouded my mind. My younger sister, a senior high school, came to Cebu to take an undergraduate scholarship with a chance to study abroad. I accompanied her to the testing center and we went home late in the afternoon. While we were inside the car on the parking lot at Wilcon's Hardware we talked about silly things. I was bored and so i pestered her while she was preoccupied with her cellphone, texting.

She runs a small business by selling collectibles and key chains inspired by manhwa or Korean Manga. I was amazed by the business-mindedness of my sister. She's outsourcing from a Chinese supplier with the help of my older sister and get the items for a cheap price. When I asked her about profits and gains, she smiled and claim that it was all worth her effort.

The tune of some nostalgic 90's western music in the radio echoed inside the car, complemented by tiny raindrops in the car window. A drizzle which started since early afternoon seemed to won't stop anytime soon. The vibe was quite cozy.

"I honestly believe that out of all my siblings you are my closest." I said, starting a conversation. She groaned. I continued. "I think that's because I can throw insulting words at you, call you 'Maot Ka!' and still feel safe. I can't do that to anyone else, you know." I looked at her sounding enthusiastic. She was laughing. "Imagine if i were to say that to Kuya W__? " I joked again. After some time, she confessed her struggles about building relationships, citing an example about how she tries to deliberately avoid her friends after some time, offering them a silent treatment until they question themselves of their intention and kindness. I surmised that she probably has an avoidant attachment style. While talking about herself, a part of me wanted to believe that perhaps we are in the same boat. Two individuals raised from a not-so-lucky home environment, both craving for human connection to survive. At this point I already accepted the fact that I am failing to maintain healthy and long-lasting relationship with others. If it were not for the mutually exclusive benefits between me and my friends perhaps we wouldn't even bond at all. And somehow this also seemed to be true in our family. The love we built at home was limited and conditional. Everyone has to prove something to feel that they deserved to be given love. Everyone pretending to be strong since being weak is a sign of a person unworthy to be cared for. The burden that my oldest brother have personally experienced for the reason that he wasn't able to live up to our own expectations and is currently in a masochistic relationship.

"I really feel pity for Kuya D__" I told her. She nooded as if sharing the same sentiment. "If only I were a millionaire, I would really offer him anything," she joked in response, recalling how many times Kuya D__ often would help fixed her broken phone without hesitation.

"In comparison to our father, I feel more for Kuya D__" I sounded like picking a side.She was silent, her face looking nonchalant. Perhaps she wanted to say something but decided it would be better to keep it to herself. She's the kind of person who refrain from choosing a side, especially when it comes to family affairs.

"Edi wow!" I exclaimed with a feeling of resignation.

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Wa jud koy confidemce sako writing skills oy UNSAON MANI RON

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Only a few pages remaining and i will finish Year of Rest and Relaxation by Moshfegh

An unforgettable one as far as having an unhinged female lead character is concerned. (Now this reminds me of Mariam from A Thousand Splendid Suns as I recall)

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How can you sell if your potential buyers don't feel safe enough to put their trust on you?