Useful after all
It was nice to see Layla yesterday. Not just because she’s a friend, but also (for more relevance to this blog) because seeing her reminded me of the very first draft ever of My Imaginary Ex. It was a short story I wrote in college that she, Camille, Deb and maybe Alexie read.
Medyo malabo yung story na yon, haha. Because I was in college and was all ponderous, cryptic and influenced by Alanis Morissette. 🙂 Now, not so much. At least a strange, unclear and somewhat angry story back then turned out to be something more… well, fun and pink several years down the line. There’s a life lesson there, if I look hard enough…