Entries from February 2008

Monday, February 25, 2008

Fifth Grade

Carla was the girl who told teacher we cheated on the quarterly exams. I trudged my way to the homeroom chairman’s office with Aizel and Xutch to get a proper scolding. It was the first time I cried to save my ass.
Chaching was our adviser that Aizel wooed for a year. Understand that I [...]

Friday, February 22, 2008

Curtains Drawn

In the room I keep the curtains drawn when I write. My head demands locked doors. Half the time I lose track of things that would be wonderful to write about because I was distracted by something infinitely insignificant. Like birds for instance and the humming noises they make outside my window. It sounds like [...]

Friday, February 22, 2008

Friends

Yesterday I went out. Spent the entire afternoon out walking in an unfamiliar mall. Went to see Juno too (a really good movie). Had popcorn and fizz..(Coke Zero is not all that better than Coke Light, also I prefer Pepsi Max)
Mostly spent the day walking and talking. It felt like we were in school again. [...]

Monday, February 18, 2008

Hypnotized

I would like to believe that my father is being forced against his will. I would like to believe that he is a victim so that it wouldn’t seem so unfair.
My father refuses to see the liar that is Kring. And I’m not even going to get into the way my mother deals with [...]

Monday, February 18, 2008

Wake Up Call

Went to bed early last night with dead arms and aching hips. (and yes, I am only twenty seven, I cannot even begin to imagine the aches of being thirty.) I have got to feel better about being in my twenties.
I slept soundly. I had dreams that I can’t remember.
This morning I [...]

Friday, February 15, 2008

P Dreams

I had a dream about P last night. I drove a black car and I picked her up at a familiar street in Makati. We went to my house for early dinner. It was as if I had been hanging out with her all my life. We watched a home movie. It was so bizarre. [...]

Monday, February 11, 2008

Brutally Honest

Honesty is the best policy. Really. It sets people free.
When you’re honest, no matter how brutally so, there is no need to be tiptoeing around so many things. When you stop being true, you start weaving lies. It starts out with a white lie. And then another one to cover it up. Until all [...]