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Category Archives: Tall Tales
One Step Closer
One Step Closer To The Game Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I played at a different venue this morning. I was so desperate in finding a tennis court closer to home that I trolled the internet for tips. Good thing I … Continue reading
Holes
It’s getting pretty bleak again. It seems that the rainy season has finally caught up with my summer, the wet weather chasing away the last remaining sheen of those shiny days. All that’s left is this starkness, a gaping hole … Continue reading
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By The Roadside
I saw them from a distance. Even before I drove past them, I can already form the outline of a guy whose head is resting on the lap of a girl sitting on a bench by the road. This ought … Continue reading
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Through The Fire
Love comes in all forms and shapes. It’s not just for beauty queens as the song goes. I have seen so much in my lifetime to even think that this experience is limited to those who are aesthetically pleasing (if … Continue reading
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Smile Like You Mean It
Early this evening I saw a smiling girl cross the street in front of my apartment. I had just concluded a bout with the unpleasantries associated with noontime nightmares—the kind that you wake up to with your heart beating double … Continue reading
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