FIFTH
i stayed at home. meditated on how i would look like in the next two years. i cant seem to come up with a perfect image, but i sure knew what my house would be like: homey, spacious and filled with books. my 3 year-old son would be running around the yard while i entertain friends. what's weird about this mental picute is that i havent figured what my career would be like. i just know that i would be living in my dream house.
SIXTH
today, i had a rant session slash business meeting with my bestfriend. we were at bonifacio high street, puffing our lungs away with black bat. tonight we resolved that we have to write something for the upcoming palanca awards. from there, we inch our way to the shelves of fully booked, power books, national bookstore, barnes and noble.
now, what to write...
About Me
- observer, esq.
- i love everything, hate everything. i pray to God, the moon, the sun, the stars and the tiny animals underneath the earth's surface. i am evil. i am kind. i am a monster ill-contrived. i love LOVE, making love, and making nothing at all. i sometimes pretend i am a hermit and crouch on top of a mound of pillows and stay for an hour. when i feel like its time for the sun to set, i cover myself with a thick blanket and dream my way to slumber. music, movies, pda, omie, my ipod and miming are my allies. we ride on top the public transport system and proclaim our caste.
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