When Jet Walks…
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tagum city is like a little boy. very young yet very lively. promising. I stayed there in my aunt’s house. a house incomplete but a dream house nonetheless. lying in a couch with nobody but the oning as company who only mutters.
i wish i had cable tv. i wish i had a tv for that matter. the case is turning ugly. i couldn’t expect the best. i hoped for it but the worst is yet to come. I wait.
welcome my walk
as if two blogs weren’t enough? i finally decided to make a personal blog regarding my little walks in life. a stride and a step to different alleys and streets. hidden and exposed. all for me to tread.
little writing exercise for a trying student writer. no rules and no boundaries in this blog, no sir. jetcetera is jetcetera.
i’m going to tagum city later. i hope i return to tell you of my trip. n_n
