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Letters I wrote but did not send
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in Ponderalways articulated distance, a withdrawal. Darling, there are just as many ways of saying goodbye as there are ways of letting you go. The boat is narrow like the width of my heart after impossible loss, cruel resignation; — an excerpt from “Boats,” by Cyril Wong I. I sent you two letters a year ago.…
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A first day well spent (literally)
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in LiveIt feels good to have spent the first day of January with my family — a visit to my grandmother — and then we went to Eastwood to have really early dinner at MyThai, sat two hours at Happy Lemon (with our tea, of course) just sharing stories, and then shopping for another two hours.…
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And 2012 doesn’t feel much different…except in my stomach
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in LiveIt’s officially the New Year in my timezone, and 2012 doesn’t feel that much different. Except that I sort-of feel a little fatter. Must be all the food, yeah? :P
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End-of-the-year Tagaytay Datetrip
I’ve been wanting to get out of the city for a long time now, and I’ve honestly been feeling sick getting cooped up in the middle of all these buildings and of everything familiar. I confessed to C that I wanted to just get a ticket to somewhere and then fly out spontaneously, without plans…
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Almost the end of the year and there are feelings I cannot let go of
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in PonderI guess there will always be some things I’ll feel bad about, guilty over, but despite the wrongness of it — of clinging onto the strings of hate, I just can’t let go of these feelings. Not yet. I can’t because I don’t understand how anybody could be friends with him after everything he blamed on…



