A new trimester.
A new room.

So why do I still feel like everything’s still the same? Maybe it’s the room itself. It feels incomplete, bare. There are so many things that still need to be done here. The room is naturally dark, because of the position of the room itself: on the shaded part of the condominium block that I’m staying in. No matter ( Read more... )

My father presents a dilemma in my life. To talk with him means to take all my principles and my beliefs and put them in the corner and listen to his explanation about whatever he feels like talking. To say what I feel about something means to incur his wrath. This has been the way I communicate with my father for the past few years, ever since I ( Read more... )

Well, this is an awkward position I’m in. Staring clueless at the monitor, then the keyboard, then the monitor again, wondering how to start putting together the words that will become the catalyst to the torrent of ideas that’s been buzzing in my head for the past few days. Now that I’ve dug out the old laptop (actually I took it out of my father’ ( Read more... )