It was a storybook summer …
That made me feel seventeen again. Only, better.
Seventeen without the self-doubt. Or the bad skin. Or the empty wallet. Or the curfew.
It was the kind of summer you save in your treasure chest of memories, to be taken out on cold nights decades later, when your eyes have permanently settled into their laugh lines [...]
My father called me at the office some years back, his voice booming over the network’s trunkline. He was thinking of writing a book and wanted suggestions on publishers. As we spoke, the administrators in the next cubicle exchanged strange looks.
Turns out … they were shocked that I actually had a Dad!
“Your father’s still alive?” asked one, [...]
This city used to BE me.
Exactly like me.
Singaporeans march briskly through their organized and very clean streets, wonderfully but similarly dressed — a droid army of knowledge workers. They walk while talking a mile a minute into their cellphones, their minds focused on dollars and cents and finding opportunities to make more dollars and cents.
They generally consider children annoying. [...]
This is the longest breakup I’ve ever heard of … which figures because this is the longest relationship that didn’t end in marriage of anyone I’ve ever known.
R’s still home. I haven’t had the courage to ask him lately about the status of his condo. Don’t want him to get all snappish on me. Don’t want him to start [...]
An unkind thought: I sometimes pity the network babies who didn’t get to experience growing up in Probe Productions.
Many of these kids earn too much and work too little. Complain all the time. Expect to be paid for every tiny move they make. Get old on the job without growing.
But it’s not their fault they are the way they are. And they’re [...]
Met a group of gang rapists at a shoot.
They sprayed this graffiti on the floor beside my foot. I asked “Anong ibig sabihin niyan?” They shouted back, “Simple Trouble!” in a way that made me feel stupid for not knowing what ST meant. (ST also reminds me I just saw Sweeney Todd and loved it. [...]
A few more days till Christmas and our tree isn’t up yet.
I can’t bear to set it up.
Roli bought the tree for me when I moved out of my parents’ house eight years ago. A blue green four-foot tree that symbolized my first Christmas of freedom. I was really broke at the time. He was [...]
