a random mental scrapbook for things rescued from the
detritus of everyday, maintained
by an impossibly romantic, oftentimes obsessive compulsive, but always incredibly
unfrazzled and beautiful (or so she'd like to think), bride-to-be.
- Name: may
A woman who writes feels too much,those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough;
as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is essentially
a spy. Dear love,
I am that girl. --from THE BLACK ART by Anne Sexton
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Me: Gud am, peter. Dis is may tobias. My dad is not allowing
me 2 try n my gown 4 d fittings. I wil hav 2 fit d lining (is
dat wat u col it?) insted. Hope u dnt mind. Tnx :)
Peter: Sabi sayo eh, Ok lng wid me. Dat is tradition & pamahiin.
We'l fit d lining na lang.
Me: Ok. Tnx 4 understandng :) Sinumbong kc ako ng mommy
Peter: K lang. Yaan mo na.