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- Angeli Picazo
- Philippines
- ...wandering without direction through the mists of solitude... - G.G.M
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That Day We Went to Parque Tayrona, Colombia
I clung to the shoulders of arguably the handsomest man I saw in Colombia, as we roared down the highway on his motorbike. Soaked in th...
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- When Love Was New
- Love is Not Enough
- Silence
- I am a slacker.
- So Much Goes Unsaid
- Tired Muscles, Aching Feet and the Pilak Girls
Muffled Solitude by Angeli C. Picazo is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
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Saturday morning: I talked to my annoyed and "maiksing mitsang" girlfriend. :) I went shopping for stuff I might need for my two week trip.
After that I spent an hour looking for a dc/ac power converter I need for my trip. Can't find it so I ordered another one from Amazon.
..and sent 21 emails that you owed your girlfriend... :)
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