So these past few days, my parents thought I was staying at my roommate’s place when in reality, I was staying at this guy’s (who is not my roommate because-duh he’s a guy) apartment. Hold your conservative and judge-y horses. My friend is away which means I’m living alone. I merely borrowed the place. On… Read More What It Was Like Living Alone For A Week Without Talking (And Internet) Part II
So these past few days, my parents thought I was staying at my roommate’s place when in reality, I was staying at this guy’s (who is not my roommate because-duh he’s a guy) apartment. Hold your conservative and judge-y horses. My friend is away which means I’m living alone. I merely borrowed the place. On… Read More What It Was Like Living Alone For A Week Without Talking (And Internet) Part I
I love books. They’ve always felt like companions to me. I don’t mind being alone with them for hours, weeks even. Sometimes, I even prefer the company of books than of other people’s. One might say, “but books won’t be there on your funeral.” Well, who cares? You won’t even know who’ll go to your… Read More Who Cares
A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don’t know why we put things… Read More Note To Self: Procrastination
My mother called earlier this evening. She called about my flight details. I don’t want to go back. Thinking about it makes my heart beat faster, and not in that happy-in-love way. My palms begin to sweat. My breathing becomes shallow. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to pack again. My clothes… Read More Confessions Of A Probinsyana Going Back To The City
This book has been on my book shelf for the past two years. My mother sent it to me but she had not read it and I doubt that she even knew what it was about. So for years, it has been on my book shelf. Just waiting there waiting there waiting there. If you… Read More A Million Little Pieces: An Addict’s Fantasy
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