Strange mornings are strange. Well not necessarily strange. I am not entirely sure what feeling this is. But this is not the first morning that i emerge from my room and i can hear the sound tagalog coming from mum's room and i got smacked in the face with the deja vu of it. Of coming out of my room and hearing the radio from my maternal grandfather's side of the house. It's more Youtube algorithm and less DZMM but the feeling is the same. Like the people of my family are doomed to continue this cycle? Continuity? As we get older. But just with updated technology.
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