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…
From Personal Life
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…
Oh, Men!
…They’re like chocolate cakes, like cigarettes. I know they’re bad for me but I just can’t leave them alone…. — Buses and Trains, Bachelor Girl
How True
Ang love hindi naman nadadaan sa focus. Dahil kahit anong gawin mong focus, it will never make you love a person any more or any less. — Maging Sino Ka Man