My Latest Mistake
I really should not have written it here. It's the biggest black mail someone could use against me, if he only know how. A lot of things happened since I last posted anything, but I won't be dwelling on the details. I would jut like to say that the past three weeks made me realize that I never knew how tall I was until I was called to rise above myself. I realized that if I want something so bad, the entire universe would collide to make it happen. And yes, cheesy or sad as this may sound, I realized that I am not in love. Not really. And my biggest mistake for the period is that I thought I...
The door to success is labeled "push".
Something exciting is about to happen. I think I have mentioned it here a few weeks back, but I'm not about to spill everything by telling you on which entry. I hope it all falls into place. Best of luck to the three of us!
A Fresh Start
20B Maunawain St., Pinyahan, QC. A two-floored house converted to apartments. Barred window looking into a dirty eskinita. Curtain pulled aside. Desk and chair facing the wall. Dead dry plants on the sill. New walls. Tiled floor. Galley kitchen. Bed, bookcase, stereo, study table, refrigerator, washing machine. Teddy bears on the floor, death note posters on the wall. Mop, bucket, rags, solvents under sink. Closet. Box of cosmetics, jewelry. Sweaters, pop art shirts, skinny jeans, white long-sleeved polo shirts, black pencil skirts, black leggings, summer tube-top dresses and flat...
Last Day at Home
It is evening, and the
shade is slipping closer all the time. If I thought about it, I quite
liked this part of the house, or rather, the backyard. It seemed to
have an enterprising flourish to it. The plants corkscrewed their way
to the light as if they were doing what they wanted instead of what
someone else had ordered them to do. My little nipa hut is secure. Or
secure-ish.
I had come out here to
find a bit of silence and to get my head in some sort of order. I had
phoned the companies—or rather, I sat in McGregor during the week’s
afternoons, eating Tiramisu and giving...
