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Tagalog na ang site ko!

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Inilathala noong 2025, ika-29 ng Hulyo.

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Halos isang oras ko ring nire-refactor yung code ng buong website ko. Ang saya lang na lahat ng text content ng mga page ko, nakasulat na sa wikang Tagalog. Ipagpapatuloy ko na yung ganito, pakiramdam ko, ang genuine at authentic ng site ko, mas personalized na siya kaysa sa nakasulat sa Ingles. Sa totoo lang, mas hirap akong magsulat ng tala dito nang mga nakaraan dahil medyo hirap ako sa pagsulat sa Ingles kaya minsan kung gusto ko talagang gumawa ng bagong tala, e, hindi ko na minsan naitutuloy.

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Mas ayos na 'to. Umaasa akong tuloy-tuloy na talaga ang pagsusulat ko dito. Kung hindi, aba'y ewan ko na lang.

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A dream.

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Written in 2025, 12th of July.

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Apocalypse. A city. Inside the train. Love. Arcade. It must be another weird dream...

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The rain.

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Written in 2025, 14th of July.

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Monday, somewhere around 3 in the afternoon. It's hot, even though it is already July—rainy season. Well, my cousins, even my sister is out on the high school and elemtary nearby. They started their classes this past month, while mine, would be this upcoming August—as a freshman college—still a month left. Having nothing much to do, I'm usually on the living room on the afternoon. I can't take a nap in my bed, it is blazingly hot inside like I'm in a sauna, yet I don't even know how hot inside sauna is—much likely, our bedroom is significantly hotter.

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I made a coffee.

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Then, it rained.

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The sound of raindrops hitting the thin roof of our house, little-by-little getting louder. I got off the chair, then go to our garage. I put my head on my crossed arm laid above the gate which is almost the same height as my shoulder. I stared on the rain slowly getting heavier...It's just so majestic. I like rain, and I mean it...no, I don't just like it, but I LOVE it. It gives me a feeling or serenity, a peace that I cannot explain through words.

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I like rain so much that I always look forward to it every single day, especially in the afternoon. Although, that might sounds selfish to many...others might say "Won't you think of others...how about those ones who is out and need to work, or those beggars whom doesn't have a shelter?". Yes!...I feel pity to them, really. It's just that, I love rain, even though the reality that many people doesn't like rain as much as I do.

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New haircut

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Written in 2025, 3rd day of August

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Somewhere around 3-4 pm, I took to the barber shop to get a nice haircut. It's been 4 months since I had haircut on that shop. I walked there as usual, the distance is approximately a kilometer long. A bit of long walk, but I enjoyed it. I feel better walking rather than riding a vehicle to get quickly on a destination (other than the reason that I don't have money). I now declare that walking is my favorite type of transportation!

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When I got there, too many people are already inside the shop—about five to six people. I sat outside the door at the stairs to wait for like 3 HOURS, it's too congested inside! I don't have anything on me except the umbrella I was holding. I was just sitting there along with some guys, silently observing people and vehicles passing by to feed some time, because I really have nothing to do—I should have brought a book at least.

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It's about 5:30 when I already got home. I feel too sticky and hot, so I immediately washed my face to cool down. About the haircut, I think it's good honestly. I was amazed how a great haircut along with proper hair style could make a person look good.

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University orientation

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Written in 2025, 5th of August

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These past four months of vacation I wake up by 8 or 9—sometimes near noon—so my body was not used to wake that early. I kinda feel dizzy, even though I slept for 5 hours (which is I think enough for a teen guy). We leave by 7:45, there was a heavy traffic so almost an hour was spent until we reach the jeepney terminal, usually it would only took 30mins.

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It was my first solo-commute on a jeepney, so I'm kind of nervous. Before, when I ride, I always have someone like a previous classmate or a friend. Now, it was only me.

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The first jeepney I rode, the process went smooth. After landing to another terminal, I asked one of the jeepney drivers and asked what jeepney to ride routing to the university. He pointed the jeepney nearly leaving. Fortunately I ran and ride, but IT WAS ALREADY FULL! I need to go off but the driver shouted to me that I should go to the front passenger seat instead. That was the first time I sat on a jeepney's passenger seat lol.

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The orientation should start 7:30 in the morning, and it's already 8 but I'm still at the jeepney, I'm anxious that time if I could still enter the gymnasium.

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Once I entered the university, I go to one of the business stall to print the COR (Certificate of Registration) of my friends. They're already inside and not allowed to go outside. GAHHHHH! I'm too much late yet the printing line is still have long queue.

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I still able to enter the gymnasium, and it seems that they already started just a few minutes ago I guess (FILIPINO TIME). At the end, the COR was not even used by them, I just wasted time and money lol.

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I'm at the most back mixed with other department. My department is at the front. The orientation lasts for 5 hours, from 8 to 1pm. I haven't talked to anyone there for straight five hours, it sucks that I can't even start a simple conversation. I felt the hunger and thirst that time, I have packed a lunch and snacks, as well a tumbler for water, but I'm too shy to even fill my stomach.

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Our kitten died

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Written in 2025, 9th of August

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bochard's diary

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Some thoughts from my mind that I want to write. This section is not purely for sentimental, and emotional stuffs. It is kind of a mix of a journal, a diary, and a weblog. Feel free to read them. Please don't mind the grammatical mistakes, I am not a native English speaker but I'll do my best to improve my vocabulary and writing so I could express more of my thoughts.

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Tagalog na ang site ko!

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Inilathala noong 2025, ika-29 ng Hulyo.

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Halos isang oras ko ring nire-refactor yung code ng buong website ko. Ang saya lang na lahat ng text content ng mga page ko, nakasulat na sa wikang Tagalog. Ipagpapatuloy ko na yung ganito, pakiramdam ko, ang genuine at authentic ng site ko, mas personalized na siya kaysa sa nakasulat sa Ingles. Sa totoo lang, mas hirap akong magsulat ng tala dito nang mga nakaraan dahil medyo hirap ako sa pagsulat sa Ingles kaya minsan kung gusto ko talagang gumawa ng bagong tala, e, hindi ko na minsan naitutuloy.

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Mas ayos na 'to. Umaasa akong tuloy-tuloy na talaga ang pagsusulat ko dito. Kung hindi, aba'y ewan ko na lang.

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A dream.

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Written in 2025, 12th of July.

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Apocalypse. A city. Inside the train. Love. Arcade. It must be another weird dream...

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The rain.

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Written in 2025, 14th of July.

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Monday, somewhere around 3 in the afternoon. It's hot, even though it is already July—rainy season. Well, my cousins, even my sister is out on the high school and elemtary nearby. They started their classes this past month, while mine, would be this upcoming August—as a freshman college—still a month left. Having nothing much to do, I'm usually on the living room on the afternoon. I can't take a nap in my bed, it is blazingly hot inside like I'm in a sauna, yet I don't even know how hot inside sauna is—much likely, our bedroom is significantly hotter.

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I made a coffee.

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Then, it rained.

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The sound of raindrops hitting the thin roof of our house, little-by-little getting louder. I got off the chair, then go to our garage. I put my head on my crossed arm laid above the gate which is almost the same height as my shoulder. I stared on the rain slowly getting heavier...It's just so majestic. I like rain, and I mean it...no, I don't just like it, but I LOVE it. It gives me a feeling or serenity, a peace that I cannot explain through words.

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I like rain so much that I always look forward to it every single day, especially in the afternoon. Although, that might sounds selfish to many...others might say "Won't you think of others...how about those ones who is out and need to work, or those beggars whom doesn't have a shelter?". Yes!...I feel pity to them, really. It's just that, I love rain, even though the reality that many people doesn't like rain as much as I do.

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New haircut

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Written in 2025, 3rd day of August

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Somewhere around 3-4 pm, I took to the barber shop to get a nice haircut. It's been 4 months since I had haircut on that shop. I walked there as usual, the distance is approximately a kilometer long. A bit of long walk, but I enjoyed it. I feel better walking rather than riding a vehicle to get quickly on a destination (other than the reason that I don't have money). I now declare that walking is my favorite type of transportation!

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When I got there, too many people are already inside the shop—about five to six people. I sat outside the door at the stairs to wait for like 3 HOURS, it's too congested inside! I don't have anything on me except the umbrella I was holding. I was just sitting there along with some guys, silently observing people and vehicles passing by to feed some time, because I really have nothing to do—I should have brought a book at least.

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It's about 5:30 when I already got home. I feel too sticky and hot, so I immediately washed my face to cool down. About the haircut, I think it's good honestly. I was amazed how a great haircut along with proper hair style could make a person look good.

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University orientation

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Written in 2025, 5th of August

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These past four months of vacation I wake up by 8 or 9—sometimes near noon—so my body was not used to wake that early. I kinda feel dizzy, even though I slept for 5 hours (which is I think enough for a teen guy). We leave by 7:45, there was a heavy traffic so almost an hour was spent until we reach the jeepney terminal, usually it would only took 30mins.

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It was my first solo-commute on a jeepney, so I'm kind of nervous. Before, when I ride, I always have someone like a previous classmate or a friend. Now, it was only me.

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The first jeepney I rode, the process went smooth. After landing to another terminal, I asked one of the jeepney drivers and asked what jeepney to ride routing to the university. He pointed the jeepney nearly leaving. Fortunately I ran and ride, but IT WAS ALREADY FULL! I need to go off but the driver shouted to me that I should go to the front passenger seat instead. That was the first time I sat on a jeepney's passenger seat lol.

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The orientation should start 7:30 in the morning, and it's already 8 but I'm still at the jeepney, I'm anxious that time if I could still enter the gymnasium.

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Once I entered the university, I go to one of the business stall to print the COR (Certificate of Registration) of my friends. They're already inside and not allowed to go outside. GAHHHHH! I'm too much late yet the printing line is still have long queue.

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I still able to enter the gymnasium, and it seems that they already started just a few minutes ago I guess (FILIPINO TIME). At the end, the COR was not even used by them, I just wasted time and money lol.

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I'm at the most back mixed with other department. My department is at the front. The orientation lasts for 5 hours, from 8 to 1pm. I haven't talked to anyone there for straight five hours, it sucks that I can't even start a simple conversation. I felt the hunger and thirst that time, I have packed a lunch and snacks, as well a tumbler for water, but I'm too shy to even fill my stomach.

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Our kitten died

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Written in 2025, 9th of August

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bochard's journal

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Some thoughts from my mind that I want to write. This section is not purely for sentimental, and emotional stuffs. It is kind of a mix of a journal, and a weblog. Feel free to read them. Please don't mind the grammatical mistakes, I am not a native English speaker but I'll do my best to improve my vocabulary and writing so I could express more of my thoughts.

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