I wonder if there is a right way – or a truly “proper” way to thank a person. Is there a better way of saying thank you than saying it in the most sincere and genuine way possible? If someone says thank you with an unfeigned, heartfelt and earnest heart, isn’t that enough? Isn’t being and feeling “thankful”, enough at all?
The rain pours and showers, bespattering the glass windows of the convenience store. I decided to stay for a while, hoping that the depressing rain stops. It’s comforting to realize that the convenience store served its purpose for such an unsettling time as this: a shelter in time of storms; a refuge in times of peril.
But that is not why I write. Continue reading “Dotted & Plain”
They say we’re bestfriends. But they touch…boy, do they touch!
It’s that time of the school year when students are obliged to “assess” their professors for the semester that is about to close. As much as Carine wanted to say bad things, diss, and look for something that contributes to a professor’s ruination, say, for the sake of attention, noise-making, talk, criticism, and childish fun, she could’nt conjure up anything of the destructive kind – nothing of the harmful vein. It wouldn’t be fair, you see. Even with a sometimes careless and imprudent heart with pessimistic inclinations, Carine upholds that truth is truth; facts are facts. What is obvious is clear... and what not.
I like the name Ross – Ross for a guy. I would consider naming my baby Ross if he turns out to be a dude. I like Ross in FRIENDS. There is so much personality and animation in the name Ross.
Potty-train a baby as early as possible, they say. It’s easy to say and advise parents this when one is a mere onlooker – separate and detached from the actual situation. It was easy for me to say this hitherto, when I was still learning about it in school. What with all those theories on a person’s development and psychology… Continue reading “Refusing to Clean Up After One’s “Accidents”: A Justification”
One ripe afternoon, two college girls draped themselves on the steps of the stairs that skirted out of a great hall. One’s lithe body seemed haphazardly flung, like a strip of satin left to conform to the contours of solid marble. Almost in a sunbathing manner, her head was tilted upward – towards the sun – like a Sunflower absorbing solar power. Confidence emanated from her manner –the one who was the taller of the two.
The shorter girl kept more to herself, it seemed. Her palms were wedged in the space formed and pressed between the back of the thighs and the calves – a curious folded position that almost mimics that of a fetus. Clearly, what sprang forth from her was an impression of subjugation and reserve.
The two were complementary to each other.
The taller girl suddenly hoisted herself up and faced the shorter one. She was bent on saying something – a confession?… an idea?… an unveiling? Continue reading “Two Ionas in a Shell”
I remember him now – that guy on TV, the one who landed third place in Hear Ye, Theatre Calls. I can’t believe he lost to farmer boy, Venoit… but it is expected; Venoit performed better – best, I mean. The battle of a talent attuned to popular taste versus skill and expertise harnessed by training and theoretical knowledge. Continue reading “Frio who had an Afro”
The heat stifled me, so I went to sleep. No one expects rain in this kind of summer heat; it is too hot to welcome rain.
I tossed and turned. I’d feel sticky if I remained in one position. The man beside me snores and moans, snores and complains. I don’t blame him. Men are meant to generate heat. Continue reading “A Midnight Hunger”
On TV, Elemento runs. Scenes of children in uniform running and playing. I’m taken back to my childhood, when I was in my elementary school uniform – running and playing and having fun like the boys on TV.
The kid I’m watching is swapped with an Elemento. I’m not sure how that happens, but as far as I know, when an elemento is involved, there’s a swapping… of “elements”, so to speak.