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I woke up this morning and I thought I was dead. When I looked out the window all I see is white. First time I experience fog in this place. I just can't shake the ominous feeling it brings.Thinking whether this phenomenon is related to Ramil (typhoon), who is just waiting around that corner. May he not follow the footsteps of Ondoy and Pepeng.

4:10 mt“Away from me!”she cried.“Away from me!”she cried again.Bad dream. Bad memory. She was crying wearing mom’s necklace, her shirt was torn and there were some hints of blood on her clothes. She was 12 and she was young. She ran out of our small creaky shanty house, with feet and soul bare. She was scared, she was shivering, she was crying and she never looked back. That was the last time I saw her.Bad dream. Bad memory. He was drunk. Again. Since mom died, since Kuya left there was not a...