A Poem A Day Keeps the Stress Away

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August 13, 2006

It’s raining still, when I got up.

Seven-thirty, Mj and Hobee left to Rancho. And minutes after they’ve gone, I re-read my third script – “Tinta”. It’s been a long time since I last face it. Then, I wrote three sequences (59-61).

Boredom follows. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to sleep yet I was disappointed. I thought of productive ways but I did find not. I waited for my ‘mag-ina’, they arrived not.

Six-thirty, after feeding the pets and securing the safety of the house and grass-cutter, I left the house. I’ve no money to ride thus I did a walkathon from here to Bautista. I found it hard. I will not do it again! For a chance of eating a dinner, I walked 2 or 3 kms., huh!

There, I watched TV till ten. After I’ve turned off the set, I asked God about the safety and security of our house. Then, I’ve had a hard time sleeping. Maybe, it’s due to a so-called ‘pamamahay’.