a what-to-do-in-case-of-fire pamphlet one, two, into the cabinet my birth certificate one, two, into my closet my winning lotto ticket one, two, into the garbage basket a scratch paper with your name on it one, two one, two one, two it will never land. it will never leave my hand. Note: I already posted this on my previous blog, click here. I just had to move it here so I could file my literary works under one category. Anyway, usual reminder, blogger’s original work. Please see legal and ethical reminders on the sidebar. Thanks very much.
From Love
My lovelife — good, bad, and sometimes, ugly.
Unsaid
“What?” “What would you say if you got me alone?” “Well, right now I got you alone and I’m not saying anything. So I guess, uh, nothing?” “Why don’t you say something?” “What?” “Come on. Say it.” “Say what?” “You know. It.” “Oh I can’t say it. You’re in a relationship. My parents raised me well.” “But you’ve said it to me before. Once. Why can’t you say it again.” “You had your chance. You let it pass.” “Oooh. I know, someone here is just afraid.” “I’m afraid that you’re afraid that I might really say it. And mean it.”…
I’m in Pain
BREATHE IN, DAMN IT! My nasty lungs are giving me the torture of the century. Every effin’ breath hurts. Damn. And now I’m imposing a cigarette ban on myself. For now. A TALE OF MY BLOODY TOENAIL My right big toe is swollen. I got ingrown toenails, and I had been complaining about it since, like, forever but I couldn’t do anything because I was afraid it would bleed. And you know how I react when I get up close and personal with blood. Aargh. My housemate told me to forget about shoes for a while. What?! Are you kidding me?…
Just Did
When one of my bestfriends and I were at a resort somewhere in the south three years ago for his despedida party (he would be flying to London in less than two days), we decided to leave the crowd for a moment and stay on the beach. We were lying on the sand. I was staring at the moon and I was quite sure that he was staring at me. He was the first to speak. “Have you given it a thought?” “Not much,” I replied. “Why not?” “I don’t want to think about it.” “Why not?” “I just don’t.…
Everything Comes in Threes
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost; The Wise Men who visited Jesus; Hades, Poseidon, Zeus; the heads of Cerberus; The Godfather series; The Lord of the Rings; Harry, Ron, Hermione; Tito, Vic, Joey; Randy, Paula, Simon; Hanson; Destiny’s Child, TLC, Dixie Chicks; the musketeers, the blind mice, the little pigs; papa bear, mama bear, baby bear; I came, I saw, I conquered; core, mantle, crust; solid, liquid, gas; protons, neutrons, electrons; the King, the Queen, and Jack; the number of strikes before a player is out; I, love, you; It was just my second chance I blew.
Heart Check-up
I just received the most ridiculous text message from Frances: “Sudden realization. I think you’re in love with Astrid. I don’t know, it just entered my mind.” What the..?! Where did this come from?! Asta is an incredibly good friend. Yes, she’s very special to me, considering the ups-and-downs that we’ve been through. We’ve experienced the worst in our friendship. We hated each other so much, and now, we’re good friends. We’re close, but nowhere close to having a romantic relationship. Really. Anyways, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the condition of my heart lately. And I realized…
Let there be space.
Here’s a cart and fill it with everything on display: those African love birds that you find too noisy; those cool keep-out and hands-off signs that you never respect; those royal purple undies you have always disgusted; those designer clothes you enjoy to bash harshly; those elegant jewelry you keep complaining about; those blue roses that you are allergic to; those leather shoes that make you stumble; that exquisite bed you choose to avoid sleeping in; that velvet rope you say you can hang yourself with; that silver pen that can write only my name; that wrapped gift you left…
The First Day of December
Note: Blogger’s original work. Don’t plagiarize. To those who would dare, as my friend Ayn says it, may the wrath of heaven and earth fall upon you. This is fiction. Please see legal and ethical reminders on the sidebar. Thanks very much. It’s been a bad day. After wasting hours at a cafe drinking practically every cup of coffee that place had to offer, here I am now. Alone. And waiting for the bus. I’ve been to different places in Europe but this is my first time in Bulgaria. And it turns out to be the most frustrating day I…