A good night, listening to The Smiths
Tonight, I wrote a long entry in my journal. My first since the Faculty Center Fire of April 1, when I lost most of my books and catalogs and objects … Continue reading
Day 20, Beyond Productivity
I signed up to Writing 101 with a vision that I would complete every assignment thrown my way. It worked out that way the first two weeks but life seem … Continue reading
Day 17, Fears and Dreams
I am afraid of losing my dreams, my ideals. Today, Mary Jane Veloso will die. Too many Filipinos don’t care. Somewhere along the line, we have forgotten the dreams of … Continue reading
Day 16, for Mary Jane
Tomorrow, Mary Grace Veloso will die by firing squad in Indonesia. She was poor and desperate. She wanted a better life for her children. She, like many women before her … Continue reading
Day 12, Hadron Super Collider Theorem
Sometimes, we just end up watching too much Big Bang Theory. Portia: When we go to Switzerland, can we go and see the Hadron Super Collider? Ian: Why not? Though … Continue reading
Day 11, Home
I wake up with the sun in my eyes. My window with pink lace curtains greet me good morning. I stretched, taking in my cotton candy pink room in. It’s … Continue reading
Day 10, Ice Cream
“I want ice cream,” I said, on a warm summer day. “I won’t stop you,” said Ian. I cream is happiness in a cup. It’s a simple as that. As … Continue reading
Day 9, Red sweater and a dream of spring
“There’s a grief that can’t be spoken. There’s a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables, now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of … Continue reading
Day 8, Observing a café and death to adverbs (not quite)
View this post on Instagram Finally able to sit outside and have breakfast. That was the nearest stop, I can still remember how terrified I was the first few days. … Continue reading
