Entries from October 2007

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Not Worthy

I don’t like keeping secrets. It eats away at my insides and makes me feel that my world is crumbling to bits.
But because I care and I love and they trust me, I struggle to be the secret keeper that I’m not. But really, if you look at me, you’ll know what I feel. [...]

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

I smell cocoa

Walked home from a friend’s house a half hour ago. From Reliance St. to Boni Ave. I smelled cocoa along EDSA. I imagine it would be wonderful to have my own chocolate factory. And then I remembered Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I could’ve died on that chocolate river.

Monday, October 8, 2007

irritation

I hate having my sleep interrupted. Really. It’s the lord of annoying things. Especially these days when I can’t seem to get that deep proper slumber I so need.
This morning he woke me up at who knows what hour because he needed me to bring down a bunch of papers for him. It wouldn’t have [...]

Monday, October 8, 2007

Albert

Because he’s so nice I got 6″x12″x2″ creme caramel to share with the Mister. And all I had to do was ask.
And I can have it again, and again and again because all I have to do is ask.
Lucky-lucky-lucky..(isn’t that a song?)
He was that scuba student who kept quoting the textbook [...]

Monday, October 8, 2007

Mambo

Things to do when in prison:

Monday, October 8, 2007

Papaya Tree

The papaya tree had some dry crumbling leaves on it. Brown and golden and generally stiff and disintegrating to dust-bits. My cousin tells me we can do something really cool with it if I can just tear out a couple of Bible or Dictionary pages and grab my uncle’s lighter.
Because I needed the dictionary [...]

Friday, October 5, 2007

sleeping and football days

What I want is not something impossible. I could take it, but would much rather wait for it. Something about stupidly being patient while waiting for what’s meant to be to happen.
I am so certain that it is meant to be the way I imagine it would be. But I also know that it is [...]