The sun is still working hard at 4:02 PM. After a few days of rain, it's now humid. My perfume has evaporated and I'm struggling to stay focused on the Powerpoint presentation of Manuel E. Arguilla's "Midsummer". It actually feels like midsummer right now and reading his precise description of how Nagrebcan was on the time that "Manong" met "Ading" makes me feel want to dive in the crystal waters staring right at me. I'm here in Jawili, at the Wassenaar Beach Resort, listening to "Let Love Keep us Together" being played by our guests in Cottage #2.
I am taking a break from this project and I am doing so by creating a new blog. I just noticed that all my blogs have themes and I when I want to blog, I need to classify my topic before posting to make sure that it fits the blog's theme. To hell with themes, in this new blog, anything goes.
I just received a text message and I do not like it one bit. I like being informed about what's happening especially with my loved ones but this particular message breaks my heart. How I wish I can fly to Manila right now.
The hands that touched my hair until I fall asleep when I was younger needs me right now. But, I can't do anything about it. No, scratch that. There is something that I can do. That is to pray. I know God will listen. Just please, let love keep us together.
