January 2010
30 posts
a friend's work. :>
Often distracted by the television set, the bed, and the refrigerator, I leave the comfort of home and go to a familiar place where I can write. As I enter, a familiar beep and a familiar face welcome me. A hundred book cases and a row of narra tables surround me now. the books range from the World’s History, to the secrets of Science, to fictional tales based on facts and to the facts...
009:BlueJay (a haiku)
the ugly squawking
of a bluejay can’t rival
the swallow’s sweet song
008: a quatrain
the first drops of rain falling
softly touching upon
the dry earth clutched
in my callous hands
a rarity for me: liking a conversation from Mano...
Melinda: How will my children grow up, as Chinese or as Filipinos?
Melinda's Mom: make them grow up as ideal, nice, kind people.
“Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.”
– Oscar Wilde, Irish playwright, poet and author
“Brevity is the soul of lingerie”
– Dorothy Parker, American writer and poet
003: Je t'aime mon cheri
I sat down and languidly took a sip of my coffee. Hot, creamy and sweet, but for some reason, it was oddly bitter and watery today. I needed it to keep me awake all night if i was going to do my job. The room was dark and filled with smoke. My friend Ruby was gyrating to the music on stage and the rest were scattered about, looking for work.
“Hey sweets, taken already?” a man leered...
an interlude
happy happy happy new year, loves. :)
cheers to a new year, new life, new love. out with the old and in with the new. or so they say.
la vie est belle. :)
007: Bella donna
the moon gleamed
the stars sparkled
your eyes shone
your lips curved
i leaned in closer
you touched my arm
my eyes fluttered
my lips touch yours
catch me as i fall
before i crash