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therblog: I Found Romans In Singapore
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Thursday, July 26, 2012. I Found Romans In Singapore. I am currently reading Gilead. By Marilynne Robinson. It is a fictional autobiogaphy by an elderly preacher, Reverend John Ames, in. The small town of Gilead, Iowa. It is a very long love letter for his. Seven-year old son who will have a few memories of him. Reverend Ames. Knows he is dying. There are novels that can be read with speed reading techniques. But there are novels you don't want to end; you read the words so slowly. I find myself in Singa...
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therblog: June 2010
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Thursday, June 17, 2010. The Sonata of Good Men. I'm writing this while carefully holding back my tears. While the full interest in German history rests on the dark side of the Holocaust, I have, in few instances, come across in my studies of Economics the infamous hyperinflation of the German currency when the borders that divide the East from the West finally toppled down. My take on this political event had been purely academic until I watched the film The Lives of Others. Tuesday, June 15, 2010.
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therblog: March 2012
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012. Why I Love Coming Home To Kabacan. I'm not good at summoning memories of glorious experiences. And to address the threat of a failing faculty to upgrade remembrance into a confrontational encounter with packets of memories about to be discarded, I write this blog entry. Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on, brah! Yes, emphasis on ' brah. That screams out a batallion of unexpressed battlecries. I don't care about the rest of the lyrics' contextual relevance. Desmond lets the children l...
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rush hour ennui: new blog
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Waiting for the ride Home. Saturday, May 22, 2010. I will no longer be posting here. Please visit my new blog, Nurse Jef. Posted by Jef Sala. Good luck on the new blog! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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therblog: Bucket List
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Saturday, January 8, 2011. How to see a dying a man. With eyes that open less frequently now. In his sleep you witness the throbbing chest. Rises and ebs, rises and ebs. How to see a dying life. The one you claim your own. You only claim it your own. When you realize it's no one else's,gone. How to see a dying soul. That dies even before the death of life. Life does not bring it back to life. What happens then if life's gone first? To see the world in the eyes of death. Is to see death in the eyes of life.
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therblog: Why I Love Coming Home To Kabacan
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012. Why I Love Coming Home To Kabacan. I'm not good at summoning memories of glorious experiences. And to address the threat of a failing faculty to upgrade remembrance into a confrontational encounter with packets of memories about to be discarded, I write this blog entry. Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da life goes on, brah! Yes, emphasis on ' brah. That screams out a batallion of unexpressed battlecries. I don't care about the rest of the lyrics' contextual relevance. Desmond lets the children l...
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therblog: December 2009
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Sunday, December 6, 2009. I hope to be updating this blog more regularly now. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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rush hour ennui: change of shift
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Waiting for the ride Home. Saturday, April 11, 2009. Nothing quite compares to the wondrous, sweet relief that consumes every sinew of my being at six thirty in the morning. The twelve long hours of the night shift are over - almost - and the prospect of a good day's sleep galvanizes my caffeine-weary mind into action. I don't know about my fellow night nurses, but the experience of changing shifts refreshes me just as much as a tall glass of iced water in a hot Texas summer day. Isn't there a thought th...
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rush hour ennui: before the jump
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Waiting for the ride Home. Saturday, May 31, 2008. Clad in nothing but a pair of blue shorts, I stood there, awkward and apprehensive, watching the chlorine-green water lick the glossy tiles of the pool side. It was almost empty, except for a handful of white-haired seniors performing water exercises (which relieves their arthritic joints, apparently). And yet I felt so uneasy, so uncomfortable, so. naked. Maybe what drove me was the unhappy realization of my own sheer hypocrisy. Here I was, supposed...
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rush hour ennui: absence makes the heart grow fonder
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Waiting for the ride Home. Friday, June 06, 2008. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The silence is unnerving. The room across my own has been uninhabited for the past three days, with the bed unusually neatly made. For the past three nights only three people have sat down at the dinner table, with an extra seat gaping like an empty tooth socket. Before he left, I half-seriously told him that the next two weeks will be bliss for both of us: he gets to travel, I get to enjoy him gone. Posted by Jef Sala.
