the post office

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Yesterday I visited a forgotten place, probably the only public place deserted at lunchtime. No lines here, no worries choking up everyone in the room. Time seems to be slower here with only me and mostly a bunch of old people seating behind the counter with their envelopes and stamps. It was like entering a whole new world. One of them, a woman in her 60s, asked me for an address. Of course I knew she wasn’t expecting one with the @ or .com in it. It’s the physical, the tangible that she needed, where the loved one I wish to reach sleeps, bathes, breathes.

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A Valentine’s Post

Happy Ball-lent-times Day!  Because everybody having a ball today must remember that it’s a time lent to them. It won’t last. Just a thought that popped/pooped in my head. This is not me being #bitterOnValentinesDay :)) #disclaimer  Love, love. It’s a beautiful day.

Ang pinakamagandang basurahan sa balat ng…

…  jeepney.

a patch of soil

Months after I lost my old home, I longed not only for the old memories, the old comforts. I missed having a patch of soil I could call my own. These days, I keep plants in pots. I water them, I call them my own. Sometimes I talk to them. I tell them how much I wish they won’t give up on me and continue living. Some of them have died. Others have kept on, surviving yet still without flowers. The money tree placed in our bathroom thrives. The herbs are a bit lucky, too. I must buy bigger pots for them soon.

the missed, the missing

Dear Nyl,

I won’t say I miss you.

…again.

…as always.

…very much.

or too.

I won’t say I miss you.  At least for now.  I’ll say it when I’m sure I can meet you soon, when we’ll finally be able to catch up on each other’s lives in person.

I don’t hate you. But I don’t love you either. Get a life.

I love you. Have a good life.

ang una

para masaya (at wala masyadong expectations) simulan natin ang lahat ng ‘to sa isang michael learns to rock song:

 

 

 

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