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)
She stepped inside, uncertain. That café has caught her eye in the past week, but it was too rushed, too quick. Now, she’s alone, with no appointments to fulfil. There … Continue reading
