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I watched Coffee Prince dubbed inĀ Filipino and there’s one episode wherein Arthur told Andy that they need to stay away from each other because he’s falling inlove with her and he was baffled because he thought Andy was a guy.

I remember the summer we spent together in 1990. You approached me just like that but you weren’t as bold as Arthur was. You handed me a note written on a recycled sheet of paper in blue ink saying the same exact words. I remember everything like it was yesterday. I remember looking at your back as you left, your letter in my hand. I remember reading it in wonder. I remember the 90’s. I remember the heat of the summer. I remember our childhood. I remember my first confusion. I remember you.

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November 24, 2014

I want to drive along Ayala Avenue at midnight just to see the christmas lights without traffic. That’s how I miss home so much..

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I heard this song on the radio again..

Hey Dad, look at me. Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
Do you think I’m wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along

And now I try hard to make it, I just want to make you proud
I’m never gonna be good enough for you
I can’t pretend that I’m alright
And you can’t change me

‘Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I’m sorry I can’t be Perfect
Now it’s just too late and we can’t go back
I’m sorry I can’t be Perfect

I try not to think about the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me now seem so far away
And it feels like you don’t care anymore

And now I try hard to make it I just want to make you proud
I’m never gonna be good enough for you
I can’t stand another fight and nothing’s alright

Nothing’s gonna change the things that you said
Nothing’s gonna make this right again
Please don’t turn your back
I can’t believe it’s hard just to talk to you
But you don’t understand

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November 21, 2014

Dear Friends,

It’s cold in the city tonight but not as frigid as last year. It’s kind of lonely you see, I’m sitting at the park smoking myself to death while drinking coffee. Infront of me was the picture of the saddest, creepiest part of the planet. The moon was hidden inside those fluffy clouds and it’s darker than ever. Darker than life itself. And the fog messes up the earth, moistening the bed of grass. Amidst the dusk was a single white mushroom sprouted from the ground. It made me think about the tiny fairies. If one can hear their wings flutter. If they glow like fireflies. If fairy dust really exist..

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