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Posts Tagged ‘epiphanies’

My Dear Ephraim

By Yan • Mar 28th, 2008 • Category: Inanities

I am not breaking up with you.



9 years

By Yan • Mar 18th, 2008 • Category: Soliloquy

9 years. It’s been a lifetime.

Remember…



Token Year-End Post

By Yan • Dec 20th, 2007 • Category: Soliloquy

I spent most of my early 20s climbing the corporate ladder, my mid-20s scorning it, and now, in my late 20s, I know in my heart that I will never look back. And life couldn’t be any better.



introducing the three fates (no drum roll, please)

By Yan • Nov 11th, 2007 • Category: Soliloquy

Girl power would be more appropriate if we were…say, girls. Sadly, we are not. Oh, biology would insist that we have the necessary tools. But reason dictates otherwise. There is nothing girly about Bonita and Genee, though the former can wear an all-too-femme mask when the need arises, and the latter can go oh-so-insanely-kikay around [...]



Token Thank You Speech

By Yan • Oct 24th, 2007 • Category: Soliloquy

I just need to do this. Pardon the mush.
Thank you:
Mom and Dad for the unlimited supply of gourmet coffee, for looking the other way when I needed to vent, for not pushing me to talk, for understanding that what I needed was solitude and silence, for just letting me be while I was there. I [...]



Jojo’s Mirage

By Yan • Oct 24th, 2007 • Category: Conversations, Soliloquy

I don’t really know what to make of this. You decide.
Warning: Adult content follows. Edited for brevity.
Jojo: Honestly, I don’t want you in this world, Yan. My world.
Yan: What is your world like, Jo? Do tell.
Jojo: It’s heartless.
Yan: It’s fun…? hahahah.
Jojo: It’s crude.
Yan: …all the time?
Jojo: Not really all the time. Sometimes, you [...]



So I’m Back

By Yan • Oct 24th, 2007 • Category: Conversations, Soliloquy

I had every intention of staying at least a month in Manila, or long enough to be missed, anyway. It didn’t happen. My so-called sojourn didn’t even last an entire two weeks. I had to come home. Or whatever you call this place where I eat, live, and sleep. I had to come back to [...]



The Story of Us

By Yan • Oct 8th, 2007 • Category: Soliloquy

All that drama seems funny now. But while it was unfolding, nobody was laughing. Well, except maybe Gen. But that’s another story.
Speaking of stories, there’s one that needs to be told. But you need to bribe me with lots of alcohol (don’t worry, I’d settle for beer) to get me talking. And, believe me, you [...]



There is Nothing Beautiful about Pain

By Yan • Oct 2nd, 2007 • Category: Soliloquy

There’s no poetry in torment.
There’s no music in misery.
There’s no art in anguish.
There’s just silence.
And hushed shadows.
And an emptiness that consumes.
and consumes.
and consumes.



Protected: because it shouldn’t be this hard

By Yan • Sep 30th, 2007 • Category: Soliloquy

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.