Dear Diary
If I had a decent balcony (mine’s full of boxes and dust), you’d probably find me there now with a couple of cans of Heineken and maybe a stick or two of Dunhill Menthols (the one with ‘clickable filter’) – definitely want to smoke right now…You know what? I will. Found a dusty box of Vogues left by an old colleague in our office drawer. I took it home with me years ago. Thought I’d
Dear Diary
Ang hirap talaga nang walang sweldo. Hindi talaga ako ‘yung tipo ng tao na pwede mong ilagay lang sa bahay para maglaba, maghugas ng pinggan, at kung ano-ano pa. Wish I could explain in detail what’s really going on but it’s a long story. Pero sa madaling salita, ilang buwan na akong walang sweldo, and it’s gonna take awhile for everything to be processed. Of course I have to be patient, and I am willing
Dear Diary
I’m feeling kind of lost. Then again, I have felt, and probably am lost for awhile. But I think I’m in a good place. I look in the mirror and no longer try to find the girl that once smiled at me. I try to understand her. She isn’t meant to be found, really. She’s meant to be known. That part of me wasn’t gone. She’s still in there, in here. Only she’s changed. You
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