For M.

While I was fixing my iPhoto archives this morning, I found this.

Taken at Nerisa Guevarra's launch at Conspiracy last September, here's a photo of me and my littol seester, Marie. Isn't she beautiful?

Only 17, she's already one of the most brilliant writers I know. I sometimes feel like we are mirror images of the same person, she as my younger self, and I, her more neurotic, bitchier older sister.



Aren't you tired of avoiding him?, she asked me last night. She is much wiser than I am, though she doesn't know it yet. For you, dear one, I will brave the prospect of seeing that cretin again. Life is too short to not do things that I want to do just because of some piddling little man.

*Photo by Glenn Maboloc.