The Square
... a view from the top of yangyang's room
Oasis
... the sunken bar (a personal fave), the "close to heaven " porch atop, the touch of waterfall, slides (with me), there to that cuddle booth ;), and all that green water.
a craftsman's den
a long stretch of arts and crafts ..... and they look like robins to me in blue, brown and pink ;)
Welcome to my Black magic ;)
... where a feline watches over :) ...
... Me the Salamangkera!
... i adore so many things around me ... my lamped kitchen, those painted blades circlin' in my bedroom, i watched them some time, and they made me sleep like a baby in a cradle :), the candelabra, my green and yellow bath with tat little porcelain tub ;), those blue spots at my laudromat, they looked so classy, above all ... this witch loves its black steel bed with that black iron rose where i spent 3 nights makin' luv with my Ipod, my laptop and Liz Gilbert's Eat Pray Love :)
tadahhhhhhh ...
♥ I sooooo ohhh soooo love coming home to my hotel. Mainly because I had the room solo this time. I had a bad neighbor but I was so so happy to even think about that. :) For the first time after more than two years, I had a room alone for myself. My airconditioning on , full blown. I can freely walk around … sleep with my panties ;) hush hush … read my book in complete silence, enjoy my SOTM like a broken record in glorious privacy, go online minus the prying eyes … and uhmmm from time to time pep talk with myself :), and God.
♥♥ Dumaguete was clean and beautiful. Indeed, the City of Gentle People. Heavenly bodies fallen like stars from the skies. The Boulevard reminded me of Miami, a tow of restos by the bay. Versace’s Mansion. And yes, Lario’s On The Beach. I don’t even remember having the strength to order a glass of iced tea, or may be just water to drink. Darn .... I wish I had better company.
♥♥♥ Yesterday, officially, was my last day. A true test of my resilience. More than 2 years, I painstakingly … didn’t know how I survived that. This time, my own. I call the shots. So please help me God :)
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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