I am an escape artist—that is my flaw.
Read MoreBorders or No Borders
I am part of a nation that has no borders. You can call me a coward, another bastard child of brain drain, an escapist that has fled my homeland for the prodigal greener pastures of “abroad.” Call me a modern day hero, an OFW or immigrant. Call me a FOB. I am like you, or…
Read MoreDaydreaming about Food and Stormy Weather
Even though I really like my job, I find myself sometimes sitting back and thinking, “What will I cook for dinner tonight?” This cooking thing is getting quite addicting. It isn’t so much the eating (though that plays a part), but it’s the process of creating it that I find strangely alluring. After hearing my…
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The World is My Book 