Scribbled Notes on Table Napkins

I am in a pensive mood, and that means rearranging books or digging up old things from storage boxes. I found this. Let me explain. Back at a time when I still wrote a lot of poetry (they are not necessarily good, mind you) and other stuff, I used to write or scribble on any writing material I can find when inspiration struck - like a table napkin, for example. This was tucked inside a journal circa 1999, when I still in Baguio. I probably wrote this while having coffee somewhere. Hmmm I wish I still write copiously. I wish I still had that clear and precise handwriting. I wish…