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Hora Somni · 2M ago

Why We Fight — Or Why I Seldom Blog

I am not a blogger. I merely write my thoughts from time to time, and post them here. These stuff sit and boil in my mind, bubbling up one day and simmering down in another. Some of them are born in dreams, delivered down in express packages by Morpheus’s storks. I jolt awake—no, scratch that. [...]
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Hora Somni · 9M ago

Clancy Boys

So I just got the latest Tom Clancy thriller, Against All Enemies, and before I pour myself a glass of ice-cold Coke, head to my favorite furniture on “my terrace,” light a stick, prop my legs up, and devour the book, I rummaged through my old stack to look for an embedded bookmark I left—a [...]
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Hora Somni · 10M ago

Trickles

Oh, this is new, another post in a span of two weeks! You must either be having tons of coffee-and-smoke time, or you’re finally giving in to that urge to write more since the reader visits to this site are coming in trickles. Admit it, mofo, you have that vain streak almost every pathetic soul [...
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Hora Somni · 10M ago

Top Gun Dreams and Unlimited Limits

Bogeys and tallyhos. Streaking F-14s and dark MiG-28s. NZTs and enhancers. Blinking cursors on blank monitor screens and stunted brain legs. Oh, and those dreams nipped way before they were even buds. I could go on and on and wax whatever Mr. Miyagi had—I could say wax lyrical or poetic or frustrate
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Hora Somni · 1Y ago

Leonidas and His 2010

Twenty-ten. Two thousand ten. It’s been a slow year so far. Yet its first half is drifting down the drain. And so the beginning of the end of the first decade of the third millennium is slowly trickling down to history. And I’ve tipped over to the wrong side of the twenties last year already. [...]
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Hora Somni · 2Y ago

Looking Fair and Square at the World Submerged (or Hither and Thither)

“We want to stand upon our own feet and look fair and square at the world,” so said Bertrand Russell. Often before taking a plunge, we test the waters. We dip the tips our feet a few nanometers into them to see if they’re just right. We judge the depth. We screw our eyes in [...]
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Hora Somni · 2Y ago

Think. Thrice.

“What we do in life echoes in eternity,” so said Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, general of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius, father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and I will have my ven—whoops! I have to stop. I’m
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Hora Somni · 2Y ago

Summer Laments (or Champagne Supernova)

As a kid, summer months spelled endless afternoon bike rides exploring unchartered dirt paths. They usually ended up in afternoon beach dips. Adolescence brought some change—I now had a motorcycle instead of a bicycle. I discovered the thrill of buzzing past girls, my hair fluttering in the wind. Bu
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Hora Somni · 2Y ago

2010 Additions

I just revisited this site today. “Kuya, you have a WordPress blog, right?” my girl friend’s sister reminded me. Oh yeah, that’s right. That site must still be there. I haven’t done any blogging lately. Over a year has passed, I think. In fact, I haven’t done any writing for ages now. Except for spo
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Hora Somni · 3Y ago

still burning

We start where everything starts. Potency. A block of wood. Plato spoke of it. Mr. Magorium made use of it. And it was where Ms. Musical Molly realized that she had what it takes, that her fingers’ “quirks” are really up to something. We all have blocks of wood. We are all stumps of wood. [...]
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