My concern for the day was our godforsaken fridge, which we couldn’t close anymore due to the ice in the freezer. I called up my landlady, asked her if she could send someone over to defrost the darn thing (or attack the darn thing with an ice pick – who cares, we just wanted to close the freezer).
She said: I’ll also have your letter sent over.
I said, Letter? And she said the letter was for me.
I remembered what Paolo Chikiamco said yesterday, and I went sort of numb.
* * *
I knooooow. Poetry! Never, never in my wildest dreams. :)
Below is the logo of the Palanca Awards. They say it’s like the Pulitzers of the Philippines. That sounds nice.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go check how our fridge is doing.
Eliza Victoria 