Writing 101, Day 14: Dear LOAN…

Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Start there, and try a twist: write in the form of a letter.

 

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I grabbed the nearest book on my desk and I excitedly flipped it to page 29. The first word that jumped off the page was LOAN. Interesting! Now I’m going to write a letter to ‘him’.

Dear Mr. Loan,

It’s really surprising that you were the first one I saw when I flipped the page. I have been thinking about you in the past few months. Was it a coincidence or was it really meant for me? That I don’t know either.

I said that I’ve been thinking about you because I have been planning to ask for your help. Last year, we planned to buy a house and lot. We paid the reservation fee and tried to apply for Pag-ibig Housing Loan but we changed our mind and decided not to continue with it.

Next year we’re planning to buy a brand new car, and I’m thinking about you again. Shall we apply for a car loan? Or shall we focus first on our other priorities?

Two years ago, I borrowed P15,000 ($300) from you even if I didn’t need it. I mean, the only reason I applied for SSS loan was because my colleagues were saying I should take advantage of it, otherwise others will do. Another thing was, they said that the next time I apply for SSS loan, it would be much higher. So I did. I don’t remember where I used it for but I thank you for lending me that amount. But I just want to remind you

business and I’m kinda thinking about you again… You are easy money for us but paying you with interest in two years seems so long. I hate the idea of going to your office or to the bank monthly to pay you that it’s already fully paid.

Now, I’m venturing into an online on installment basis. Can I just pay you in full after two years? Oh yes plus the interest of course. I wish it’s possible but I know it isn’t.

I’m also thinking about getting a loan from a relative. But it’s still you. It’s easier I think. No papers, no bond, no long term commitment. I can pay it in full earlier if I can. I don’t need to wait for two years. But I hate the idea that I’m taking responsibility for other people’s money. It’s giving me too much pressure.

I know this is your business. You earn from this and you’re a big help to a lot of people. I don’t hate you but as much as possible I don’t want to ask help from you. Just don’t turn your back on me when I need you, please.

 

Your client,

Janice

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Writing 101, Day 5: The Hopeless Romantic

The instruction was to write a story about a random letter that I stumbled upon on the path, which affected me deeply and I wished it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. And to give it a twist, I need to approach this post in a few words as possible.

I planned to make a 50-word story. I tried revising it a couple of times but it’s just too hard to write a super short story. So I’ll just share what I came up with…

I live at the 4th floor of the building and as I was walking down the stairs, I saw a small white envelop. I picked it up. It wasn’t sealed. There was no ‘from or ‘to on the outside but there was some kind of a letter inside. I looked around to see if it was owned by one of the tenants but I didn’t see anyone. All the rooms were closed.
Out of curiosity, I took out the letter and read it…

“This is the day that we have both been waiting for.
I’m on my way to the airport now and I’m leaving for a job that’s waiting for me abroad.
This is just one of our dreams.
I know we’re both happy that it finally came true after a long wait.
But we’re no longer together now.
I knew I’ve hurt you. I didn’t mean to.
But you know that I still love you. I really do.
It’s hard to think that I’m travelling on my own right now while it should have been the two of us.
I don’t even know if you’ll be able to read this, but if fate sends this to you,
You know my number… I will wait for you at the airport…
Or please wait for me when I come back.”

Then I found myself crying while staring at the letter on my left hand and the cellphone on my right…