Posts made in May 30th, 2009
A Memory
I was already fourteen years old when I got a room of my own. Living in a tiny home that houses an extended family means everybody has to share a room with someone. I used to share a room with my eldest sister. Our “room” was not exactly a room with four walls and a door. It was a corner of the living room separated from the rest of the room by a high wardrobe cabinet. To conserve space, we had a bunk bed and I remember insisting to occupy the top bunk. The space between our bed and the cabinet was just enough so we can open the cabinet without a problem.
Our “room” was pretty simple. We didn’t have a study table, dresser, or any other fancy bedroom furniture. We had the bunk bed to sleep on and the cabinet to keep our clothes in—those were pretty much all. If we have to study, we had to do it on our bed so I am used to writing and reading while lying flat on my belly.
We also didn’t have a door. We had a curtain instead to have a little bit of privacy. The walls we had were dull and we were not allowed to hang anything on it because my Grandma said that a paint job would cost a lot so we should try to keep the walls as they were (obviously needed a paintjob but clean).
The only time I got a room for myself was when I came to live with my mom. Sharing a room with my sister was okay. I never really had to complain about anything because between the two of us, I was more like the dork one so I think she hated the fact that she needed to share a room with me more than I with her.
Read MoreMy writing is so lame
I want to write. To actually write. Not just about anything but to actually write about something interesting. And not just write about something but to write beautifully about something.
I want to write not with profound words but well constructed sentences. I want to really convey what I mean through words.
How does one do that?
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