http://paperpins.multiply.com/journal/item/51/Flunked
Pero binalik na ang aming mga bluebook at nalaman kong uno ako sa unang eksam.
Ang moral lesson? Kapag nagsumikap at nag-aral, irereject ang ‘yong mini-thesis proposal. Kapag nanood ng sine bago mag-hysterical at mag-aral, uno sa eksam. BOW.
In other news, I need to have self-control. And also, a bookstore interview.
Yes, I know that lately, I’m not fun to be with. So don’t.
Goodbye cruel world.
I was nine years old when he first found me.
I sat on wet grass,
drawing circles by clawing the soil with a fat twig. I didn’t notice
him until his left shoe stepped on one my circles. I looked up. He
smiled.
He was as tall as the fancy buildings my Mama showed me
in pictures. He was thin as the fat twig I was playing with. Dimples
appeared below the corners of his mouth when he smiled. Papa used to
tell me stories about him with his guitar— Angels.
I stood up, smoothed the wrinkles out of my soiled white skirt, and asked, "Will you marry me?"
The Angel patted my head. He told me that first, I have to wait nine more years and second, I have to have a name.
