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Thursday, September 07, 2017

"Isa kang Darna na nagtatago sa katauhan ng isang pulis."

Nabasa ko lang. 

"Isa kang Darna na nagtatago sa katauhan ng isang pulis."

Kilala ko yata ang sumulat.

January 22, 2016.





"Whenever you look at me I wish I was her"

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

"No one gets to get it for free"

Monday, September 04, 2017

"The Story Of Us"


Husband:
I wasn't cheating!

Wife:
I walk into your office,
and I hear you telling some Sara...
...intimate details about our
relationship, about our problems.
Obviously there's something going on
between you and her.

Husband:
Nothing is going on between us!
We were just talking!

Wife:
About us?! About our life?!

Husband:
We were just talking!

Wife:
That's not talking!
That's a relationship!
Why didn't you tell me about her
if there's nothing to hide?

Husband:
I just needed somebody to talk to!

Wife:
Bullshit! Why didn't you talk to me?!

Husband:
You wanna know why
I don't talk to you?
You treat me like I'm a big pain
in the ass that gets in the way...
...of what otherwise would be
a normal, organized life!

Wife:
Have you ever thought that
everything isn't always about you?
Maybe I'm tired! Maybe I'm dealing
with 5000 things all day long!
Maybe every need you have
doesn't have to be met...
...at the exact moment
you need it to be met!
God, we have actual kids here, Ben.

Husband:
I am not a third child!
I am not talking about having
each of my needs met!
I'm talking about a connection!
A look! Something that says
that we're on the same side here!

Wife:
Why don't you talk
to your girlfriend?
I'm sure she can help us
get back on the same side.


Script is here | Watch online here

Sunday, September 03, 2017

Why Can't I Write About Pain

A dear friend told me,
Please write about pain.

After four days of soul searching
and mind bending
and meditating,
I am staring at an empty page,
wondering how,
and why I can't write about pain.

It's possibly because I've been told
I am wrong. A hundred times over.
I have no right, no reason,
no evidence.

And since I am not allowed,
I must obey. For all that I am worth,
for all my hurt and unimportance,
I must not write about my very important pain.

But I just did. Didn't I?