Revisiting Cubao

I joined a blogging group at the office and this week’s challenge is to take part in The Daily Post photo challenge. This week, I’m posting a photo that shows what “local” means to me. And because it’s extremely difficult to get me to shut up about a topic I love…

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Childhood Dramas, Teenage Traumas Part I

I’ve read more books than I can possibly remember. Not because I’m smart, but because reading is like TV to me. Or, more accurately, like crack. I think I flunked several subjects in high school because I was too busy reading. I have no idea who won the Civil War of 19whothehellcares, and I had to go to summer school for failing freshman Algebra, but I can quote bits out of Richard II.

“No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.”

|For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.”

Talk about useless talents.

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