I used to live for one smile, one pair of bright eyes, and one person. The reasons behind that maybe obscure or demented, but I did live for those things. Call me crazy but I did live for a smile and a pair of eyes that tells me, “You got me with this one.” The [...]
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All I could do was let go and smile.
There were a number of people inside the house. Some of them are his mother’s friends, and some of them are their relatives. A party was going on. Food was served and kiddy music was played. The terrace of the house was embellished with balloons and banners. [...]
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There was sharp pain, the kind of pain where you say to yourself, “Oh expletive, something’s definitely wrong.”
I went to Rizal Stadium to wrestle and train with Coach Basas, Rover, and Danny the other day, and yes, something went wrong.
My right side started to hurt 3 hours into our session (I’m not one who complain [...]
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I am high; I am drugged.
Don’t ask why I know, I just know.
My runny and stuffy nose greeted me “Good Morning” when I woke up, their best-friends, Cough and Asthma, followed suit.
Having made plans to watch UFC and train afterward at a friend’s house made me decide to cure away my morning buddies by saying to myself, [...]
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Guys pick their nose.
I developed good hygiene early in life. Everything that was horrid and disgusting for adults was the same with me – I wouldn’t touch it or if I did, I had to wear something to protect my hands with.
This is the reason why I’m just like any other guy:
I was watching [...]
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