XVII

Another sonnet by Pablo Neruda: No te amo comi si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secremente, entre la sobra y el alma. Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de [...]

Eating & Skating

Since it was faculty day (no classes), Gene, Migs, Oyen & I went to Mall of Asia again.  We walked around, played the trivia game at the arcade and went ice skating.  Somewhere between those, we ate at Sbarro (well, Gene & I did while the others watched) for merienda.  We also ate at Iceberg’s [...]