Home alone, slurping on soup our maid cooked just awhile ago since I don't have much of an appetite after eating those red and blue velvet cupcakes. Actually, it's just the two of us in this quiet house with only the dull sound of the television and the tap-tap of my keys resonating in the air.
My mom and sister are currently in Manila. They’re going to watch Mamma Mia! later tonight and I wish I could be there with them. School always manages to get in the way of things.
On the contrary, I hope Mom got to buy the books I requested.
Especially Norwegian Wood. Ugh. I don’t even care if she forgets the
rest of them just as long as I’ll be handed Norwegian Wood. Just as long
as it’ll be in my hands tomorrow and I can feel its pages between the
spaces of my fingers.
Please please please.
Oh, and I hope there won't be another series of strong aftershocks because fuck I wouldn't know what to do.
Of rainy days, cloudy skies, fiction, Korean music, pretty boys, agoraphobia, thoughts on paper, and the scent of rain on dry earth.
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