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RUCKSACK STORIES: August 2012

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I Won't Give Up. When I look into your eyes. It's like watching the night sky. Or a beautiful sunrise. There's so much they hold. And just like them old stars. I see that you've come so far. To be right where you are. How old is your soul? I won't give up on us. Even if the skies get rough. I'm giving you all my love. I'm still looking up. And when you're needing your space. To do some navigating. I'll be here patiently waiting. To see what you find. Cause even the stars they burn. No, I won't give up.

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RUCKSACK STORIES: July 2012

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Well I suppose I never learn, do I? It is crazy. Finding myself in almost the same situation I have fought so hard to leave more than 3 years ago. And to be writing about it again. Now, when nothing has really happened. Yet. How many times would I have to be in this kind of story before I start seeing the scenes that foreshadow one another? I would like to think that this is different. That it would. I just have to get this out or it would ruin everything. Links to this post. I don't want that to happen.

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RUCKSACK STORIES: Healing

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Once, a friend asked me if I could write about better stuffs. Happy stuffs. I just laughed and told him I could not. I thought about the way I write after that. I did some back-reading on my blogs and realized that I had so much of those really sad thoughts. Well I had nothing to say about this. Or I did, maybe. Fine, I still have a lot to say about this. It’s that I can. To a certain extent, she never really left that battlefield. But she promised she’d keep on fighting to get herself back&#46...Subscri...

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RUCKSACK STORIES: Destinations

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Goals, wishes, and future plans of The Rambler. Listed on a random basis, as products of mere wishful thinking and are therefore subject to change and possible non-pursuance). Get into Law school (Fine, take and pass LAE first). Ride a hot-air balloon. Learn how to parasail. Go on an Asian and a European cruise. Own a car (And of course learn how to drive). Own a butterfly farm. Live near the beach. Live on top of a mountain. Win a criminal case. Put up an ice cream parlor. Put up a bookstore.

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RUCKSACK STORIES: The Rambler

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Ryo, people call me that. 22 and still wandering around, looking for the less beaten path. I still like my history, you know. Things have changed. I now value patience and diplomacy. I think quite a few times before I speak. But right beneath all of these changes, I still am me. I'm still nobody's princess, and I certainly don't wanna be. But now, I know someone's bound to show me how I can be one but won't force me to be. You don't believe that a woman could enjoy being free and independent? Travel temp...

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RUCKSACK STORIES: October 2012

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Well, you know what people say when you're having problems with someone dear to you: there is someone better out there. But of course, it is never a thought applicable to everyone. People would always, always find a way to hold on. Even if it sucks. Even if it hurts like hell. Hey, you don't have to feel guilty over that. You deserve to hold on to that one thing that figuratively makes sense right now, even if you know that it literally is insane and insensible. But always remember this, just because you...

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RUCKSACK STORIES: May 2012

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It's crazy how I always say that I could live a different life than the one I have right now . . . . And find no other life that I want but this one. Links to this post. This can be a good life. May 12 to 13, 2012. La Luz Beach Resort. If only I can be here everyday, where the sand meets the water without hesitation. Where the sun does not hurt. And when life seems to be rocked gently by the wind. Links to this post. Well, you can. With a voice like that. I Can't Make You Love Me - Adele. Sometimes, I ju...

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RUCKSACK STORIES: January 2013

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Happy January 1st, people! Okay, I'm not in for a long post. Just dropping by to, well, greet you. And to tell you that I plan to make changes in this blog and in all of my other blogs sometime this month. I would've done so the past long weekend but I cannot yet due to time constraints. Yes, ako na. Stage because I've had all of them for a couple of years now and discarding the posts in them wouldn't be easy. *drama* So, I may not really be pushing through with it. Okay, I'm undecided. Links to this post.

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RUCKSACK STORIES: November 2012

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I've been meaning to write. You know this is the only thing I feel that I'm good at- aside from arguing, of course. But somehow, I can't seem to find the right words to tell you. Definitely, I can't say hello. I can't even ask how you're doing. We both know I won't get an answer to that anymore. You're not here. And never going to be anymore. Well, how do you say goodbye? To that person showed and taught you a lot about life and love that has defined most of what you know now? I hated you. I hated wh...

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RUCKSACK STORIES: On the Way

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So you've chosen to traipse into my territory. No, I won't hold you for that, don't worry. But I'm gonna warn you, or at least tell you what's around here. This is my own place, my version of the highway, and my perfect mind-wandering harbor. What I'm trying to say is, this is home to my personal musings. When you read, please do consider the fact that first-person views aren't always reliable. For they are opinion-grounded, to begin with. Now, do continue reading. Until you're done and done. As I'm no p...