What I like

Weekends on the beach.
Cold, rainy nights.
Taking long siestas.
Watching old movies.
A room in which I can make time stop.
Updike, Atwood, Garcia-Marquez.
Reading Proust all day.
Reading Agatha Christie all day.
Finishing writing a short story.
Finishing writing for a project.


Chandler.
My mother's garden.
Remembering the boys.
Being with other writers.
Apple computers.
Fresh laundry.
The letterpress.

Crossword puzzles.
Peanut butter sandwiches.
Bopis and steamed rice.
Chocolates.


5 x 8 index cards.
Moleskines and fountain pens.
Onion skin paper.
Silver-colored paper clips.
Manual typewriters.
Ballads from the forties and fifties.
Skirts, pantyhose, and four-inch high heels.
Eyeshadow.
Walking in stormy weathers wearing rain boots.
Summer afternoons.


Old sepia photographs.
Old, dusty villages.
Abandoned houses.
Intramuros and Quiapo.
Living in Metro Manila
Lying on the grass in UP Diliman.
Physics.
Eyeglasses.
Ghost stories and old wives' tales.
An old, comfortable chair.
Warm sweaters.
Crayola crayons.


The quiet, empty office on weekends.
Constancy.
Predictability.
A man strong enough to let me be myself.
Flowers for no reason.
Diamonds for no reason.
Love for all reasons.



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