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I am not fond of using Terms of Endearment when calling a loved one. I think it is cheesy, so I prefer addressing someone by name. There are many couples I know who use words of endearment. In fact, my sister and her husband use the term “babe” to show…
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There is power in music, and it affects the brain. Have you ever undergone being so helpless and how music lifted you out of grief, fear or pain? Or what about the case in point when you were so worn out from work and when you heard your old-time favorite…
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I always make certain to take care of my friends the best way I can. That is how I see myself as a friend. I think friendship is really about caring and trusting and assuring that whatever the circumstances may be, you would be there for each other. For friendship…
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Say, you are inside a night club and you find a stranger very attractive (note that attractiveness depends on your level of intoxication). Which one would you most likely end up doing once the club closes at 2AM – having sex or making love? I suspect you already know the…
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Destiny. Do you believe in destiny? Do you think that there is someone out of the billions of humans alive who is predestined for you, like it’s already written in the stars, and all you need to do is watch and wait for the perfect time to present itself at…
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Today, I came across a poster for the Brookings Summer Arts Festival, which will take place next weekend. This annual July event transforms Brookings Pioneer Park into a vibrant space filled with art displays, diverse food options, antiques, and entertainment (of course). It’s one of the biggest art events in…
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I do not know exactly who wrote this poem about brokenness and betrayal of trust. While browsing my little booklet that I’ve been keeping for a decade now, I realized that I actually copied this poem from an airline magazine on my way to the Philippines from the Netherlands. The…
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Here I am, taking the seat at the corner, the only elevated area of the coffee shop. I never take this seat unless nothing else is available. I always have this unusual feeling when elevated, like being stared at (although I do not possess the charming looks people would want to even take a glance at), jeered at (I’m thinking too much), and pestered by rowdy and vicious juveniles (alright, let me jog my memory — crumpled.
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