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Dutch Boy
Dutch BoyI had no need for moonlight ( Read more... ) -
(work in progress)
Do I dare say it, say it like I mean it?
Because I do mean it.
I crave it like a cigarette in the morning.
I draw in a deep breath, ready for the heady feeling
of the first hit.
I will let it out
like a sigh,
and what a relief it would be.
It will hang out there,
suspended in air,
light but visible,
waiting for you to breathe it in again with me. -
(Untitled)
Novelists are great.
Sure, there are some who write such crap like Twilight, for example, but even they are great.
Let me explain.
A book can be crappy if, in spite of a good plot, the prose is badly written. I do not mean bad grammar. They have editors for that. What I mean is writing that's just a pastiche of cliches, stories with one-dimensional ( Read more... ) -
Struggling with Mediocrity
I overheard my colleague dispensing legal advise over the phone about a contract he hasn't seen but was being read to him by his friend in need. His advice sounded good, I couldn't be sure.
It's that fact that I couldn't be sure that worries me. It has been a year since I became a lawyer. Only one year. The legal knowledge I gained from law school ( Read more... ) -
24 on 24
Okay, so it's time again for the obligatory birthday assessment post. What have I achieved or acquired this year that deserves a mention ( Read more... ) -
The One That Got Away
Source: The Manila Times ( Read more... ) -
Growing Up
Drinking coffee
from a sippy cup
I hang on to
the last drops
of my childhood.
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Charmian's Blueprint for World Domination
1. Date a representative of each of the 192 member-states of the United Nations.
2. Sleep with a penguin, or an Eskimo, whichever comes first.
3. Promote nihilism as the new global religion, with me as High Priestess.
4. Wake up. Wave to fans. Die. -
(Untitled)
I was on a cab yesterday and traffic stopped the vehicle in front of a lumber and hardware store. Looking at some plywood stacked high in front of the store, I was suddenly brought back to my younger years, back when my family owned a similar store and I was a mere girl ordered by her parents to man the store after school and on weekends ( Read more... ) -
Birthday Post (Draft #1)
I love the way you purse and un-purse your lips just when you're drifting off to sleep. I love the way you act like a retard with your housemates and speak that weird "tribal" language. I love the way you bug me when you want my attention. I love the way you're so aware of the world around you, and how you are so compassionate with those in dire ( Read more... )