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Still Learning

While staring at the sky above the trees behind the Miriam College fence, lining Katipunan Avenue; while watching the smoke of V's cigarette flow over C's fisherman hat like a silk handkerchief being pulled over a pocket…
I'll shake it your way

I have this idea of the woman I want to be: someone stronger, wiser, more active, and more happily employed. I don't want anyone to have to wait for me. I want to feel capable and confident, and now it's no longer for my…
Indigestion

Martin sent me an adorable essay by teacher Exie Abola called, "My Wife the Book-Eater," saying he imagined we'd be a tamer, less polar version of the couple. The timing's funny, as just the other day, we were at that hu…
Excerpts from the diary entries on the 1 May weekend:

Barely had time to write, which I will forgive. The past few days have been pretty much golden. I can never not use that word when I am home. Really, there is sunshine everywhere. It is summer in Kalsangi as summer in Ka…
If I ever get a tattoo (or two)

I think I'd get a fermata, probably on my back, around the area of my waist. At the time I thought about it, I liked the fermata both for its meaning and for the fact that it can be very small -- maybe all I'd have to do…
Fools Forever Revisited

or, "Don't do anything stupid." I know that I rewrote my part of the timeline, but something's just got me thinking about how things happened in the old one. If I mashed my new timeline together with the old one, Kat an…
In the Garden

I've spent most of today alone, at this patio table in the back garden of the Merville house. Elsewhere, my closest relatives for miles are comemmorating the night that most controversial man was betrayed. I can't help b…
Ambitions

This post is of the same skein as the one that realized, Kat the journalist has been cryogenically frozen. I have no ambition. No, hang on. I have no grand ambition. At one time or another, I expressed the desire to bec…
Behold, a cheesy post about writing

This diary entry turned into something weird and different somewhere in the middle, but I'm posting it anyway. -- Whatever happened to Kat the journalist? What happened to the girl who told her first theology teacher th…
Shallum's Daughters

This is a story I posted on my Multiply some days back. If I'd known that Xanga was no longer blocked at the office, I would've posted it here earlier. HR asked me if I could help lift some things last Friday, and a bun…