Sunday, January 09, 2011
I Was Told On A Sunday
No long faces, no long looks, no deep conversations. I was told in a park covered with trees. I was told on a Sunday.
Friday, January 07, 2011
So Much To Say
So much, so much has happened during the past month -- throwing myself off into the rocky cliff that is the corporate world (yet again), least of all.
We met about three weeks ago and between then and now, words that have been as much another language to my mind -- to my skin -- started to make sense.
Everywhere with him was a dream. We spent Christmas and New Year's together. We had breakfast at the Salcedo Saturday Market with three old women sharing our table. We went to Baclaran. We went to Mall of Asia at 7am. He sang to me. He has a very beautiful singing voice. Here in my room, I finished reading Tehanu while he was asleep in my arms.
He is leaving this week.
We met about three weeks ago and between then and now, words that have been as much another language to my mind -- to my skin -- started to make sense.
Everywhere with him was a dream. We spent Christmas and New Year's together. We had breakfast at the Salcedo Saturday Market with three old women sharing our table. We went to Baclaran. We went to Mall of Asia at 7am. He sang to me. He has a very beautiful singing voice. Here in my room, I finished reading Tehanu while he was asleep in my arms.
He is leaving this week.