Time flies by pretty fast that I just realized the last one was a good 5 months ago. About a blossoming friendship .

Makakaalis ka na, sinabi niya sa nahihimbing na bisita sa kanyang kama. Habang ginigilitan ang leeg ng manok at pinapanood ang dugo nitong tumutulo sa nabibitak na lupa, naisip niyang hindi ganito ang paraan upang mamatay, walang imik, tahimik, til.

Suicidal Poem o Mga Bagay na Naisulat Ko Noong Hatinggabing Nakasisindak. Things I Wrote During Macabre Midnights. Hinihintay ko ang sikat ng araw sa silangan. Hanging humahaplos, asul na karagatan. Umiindak sa ritmo ng tugtuging sumasabay. Sa inog ng mundong tinatangay. Patungo roon sa paraisong tiwasay. Hinihintay ko ang sipol ng hangin sa madaling araw. Ikaw na dagliang lumisan at naglaho. Salamin kang winasak at binuong muli upang maging sagrado.

By Malala Yousafzai with Christina Lamb. This is the 20th and final book I read this year. The story of a Pakistani teenager who dared to speak against the Taliban, was subsequently shot in the face, and survived easily topped my fave reads. A young boy survives but loses his mother on a museum bombing. While trapped in the rubble, he steals a painting that brings him to the world of art and thievery. Exquisite writing, I tell you.

Stuff on thinking and teaching and reading and geeking. I hope i am getting there. I dreamed of you again. Two nights ago, I think. Congratulations, MRT-Quezon Avenue, and other laments. Title because of some random funny article. For me and my cousins, though, she was always.

The bluest of blues in black and white. What kept me going then was a simple statement, a self-pep talk.

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