Travel, Parenting & Marketing Notes
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My best friend consumes sitcoms and stand-up comedy shows like a wildfire. And generous as he is, he wouldn’t be content if he’s alone enjoying all the fun. He would soon zealously promote his newest finds, play the show’s youtube or downloaded videos or MP3 and beg for my attention. He devours any material that…
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It started out when I sang “That’s the Way It Is” during the last company event I attended. My special number in the program surprisingly reaped many claps, bravos, and cheering smiles. It was partly to give way to my pride and to show off a talent I’ve hidden from my colleagues for more than three years.
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‘You think in a complex manner. I mean, your way of writing leans toward academic,’ my best friend said. ‘What’s wrong with well verified information?’ I argued. ‘Well, readers often care more about how you say something, your voice, not what you are saying,’ he replied. ‘Are you saying that delivery is more important than…
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When it aches, just let me read. Like most women, I suffer from menstrual cramps almost every month. Today, I did, but I’m not going to bore you whining about the agony. Your time is too precious for that – so is mine. What surprised me were my book choices when I was in pain: The…
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Peach’s eyes sparked at the sight of stick-like silvery-winged insects resting on some blades of grass. Dragonflies strayed in the grassy part of Payatas when rubbish had not yet occupied a vast area of it. Young as she was, Peach saw elegance in dragonflies. She would go out and walk along wild, tall grasses chasing…
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Have you figured if ESL teaching is for you?
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I’ve got 28 minutes to prove how special Neil is to me. This is going to be snappy because we don’t have much time before Neil turns 28. Not that he’s going to turn into a monster at this age. That’s not a valid premonition. Bear with the run-on sentences, invalid clauses and other grammatical…
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Death was staring at me as I flipped to the right side of my tiny bed. A black figure loomed in front of me, humming something I couldn’t make out. It sounded clearer as it drew closer: “Where is your soul going?” I had an evangelist for a sister so I thought it must be…
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POV is an acronym for Point of View, not my surname. Though Pov could have given Kiwi,my first name, a touch of Dutch or French. The ending voiced labiodental fricative or simply ‘v’ would have promptly put me in Science and Arts Hall of Fame. So I just frustratingly told you, I’m Kiwi not Pov. I have…
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Cracked heels, sun-burnt skin, worn-out top siders and sweat-drenched clothes made Sally a frequent subject of her neighbors’ compassion, if not, gossip. Day in, day out, she pushed her crumbling cart filled with eight 5-gallon containers of potable water and distributed them to houses for 5 pesos each. This task looked deceptively easy, but in reality,…