
Confessional writing as a literary form overtakes all other prose and poetry due to the blog environment. But this blog, the chronicles of e is a rare gem due to the fluidity of its narratives, the rawness of its emotional display, and the narrowness of its focus. He writes the way a druggist injects his dose: right to the point.
This new entry has as its parenthesis two time frames - juxtaposed for special effect and effective in bringing about the desired message of personal transformation. The texts in red are proofreading marks.
"Year 2002, 12:30am. I was inside my rented room in Manila. Reading a 3 -year- old Readers Digest I borrowed from my fuck buddy. I didn’t have anything inside my room except for tin foil, a box where I kept my crystal meth, a reconstructed lighter, and an ashtray I stole at SKINS bar (the straight bar in Malate). I didn’t have a bed, just a futon, 2 worn- out pillows my mom gave me, a blanket that smells like cum, and an electric fan. I didn’t have television or radio. I didn’t need them. I only went to my room to sleep or to smoke crystal. Most of the time, I was outside making money or crashing at a friends place."
(Grammar notes: If you compare this to the original, you will notice that I only made few corrections in the consistency of the tense and some punctuation changes.)"2008, six years after that road trip. I came to realize that what we did to J was not only wrong, it was downright disrespectful. It wasn’t just because we took turns on him but because we didn’t respect his relationship with K. At that time, we know K was just playing him. We used him. He trusted us by letting us stay in their rest house. He gave us booze but we took advantage of him. We were young then.Sex was merely a handshake for us. I never saw J again. He was mentioned several times before but we just laughed about it. I don’t know what damage we caused him but now I know we fucked up. I’m sorry for what we did and now I’m paying the price. "
The movement from being aimless to self-directed; from disrespectful to regretful, from irresponsibility to responsible living; and from a junkie to a health-conscious person makes this post enthralling.
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