Nasa airport ako no’n at nakapila na para magcheck-in sa counter ng Singapore Air (inemphasize ang airline dahil gusto ko magmukhang sosyal) ng marinig ko ang usapan ng mag-asawang Puti at Pinay. Naisip kong taga Australia ang lalakeng iyon dahil sa accent niya at isa pa, halos lahat ng nasa flight na iyon ay mukhang sa Australia talaga pupunta kasi madaming taga-Australia sa flight na iyon at maraming Pinoy na may Australian Passport. Hindi naman ako niyan masyadong usyosera. Continue reading “The Privileged Ozzy”
Unang nagka-mens ang kapatid kong si Colay kesa sa akin. Ten years old siya noon at ako, magtutwelve. Sabi ng mga pinsan ko, nauna raw si Colay kasi mas mataba siya at mas aktibo sa paggalaw-galaw kesa sa akin.
Naging sentro ng atensiyon si Colay noong araw na reglahin siya. Lahat kami, nasa labas ng kubeta, naghihintay sa paglabas ng “bagong” dalaga. Pagbukas ng pinto, itong stepmother ko, biglang pumasok. Hinanap niya ang panty ni Colay sa loob ng kubeta. Gulat na gulat si Colay syempre.
Bakit? Tanong niya sa stepmother namin. Labhan mo. Tubig lang. ‘Wag kang gagammit ng sabon. Kusot-kusot lang. Tapos ipunas mo sa mukha mo ‘yang panty. Tapos sabihin mmo, sana maging singkinis ng perlas ang mukha ko. Ulit-ulitin mo. Habang ipinupunas mo sa mukha mo ang panty.
Ifemelu and Obinze are young and in love when they depart military-ruled Nigeria for the West. Beautiful, self-assured Ifemelu heads for America, where despite her academic success, she is forced to grapple with what it means to be black for the first time. Quiet, thoughtful Obinze had hoped to join her, but with post-9/11 America closed to him, he instead plunges into a dangerous, undocumented life in London. Fifteen years later, they reunite in a newly democratic Nigeria, and reignite their passion—for each other and for their homeland.
source – chimamanda.com
Nagpunta ako sa bangko para panandaliang ipahiram ang aking perang pinaghirapan sa napakayaman nitong may-ari nang sa ganoon ay patuloy pa itong makapamili ng madaming lupa at makapagpatayo ng madaming mall.
Pagdating ko sa bangko ay ga-sawa ang pila. Bilang nagtapos naman ako sa unibersidad na tinawag na Pila Uli Pila ay mani na lang ang pilang ito. Continue reading “Magpapahiram na nga lang, Pipila Pa”
Bagong taon kaya’t nagdesisyyon ang mga patay gutom na mag Enchanted Kingdom. Kaso matapos magsigising ng pasado alas otso, nag-almusal lang at nagsitulog ulit hanggang alas dose media.
Magaling! Magaling! Continue reading “Mga Patay Gutom sa MOA”
I saw an invitation card on our dining table. It says, Ninong (followed by my husband’s full name) on the envelope, and inside is a card with the baby’s photo, name, the date and time and venue of the event. I looked at my husband and said, another inaanak.
It is 23:54 already and my husband is now fast asleep.
I sit here beside him, wide awake, reading Modern Love and catching up on some of your posts, my only literary activity since… I don’t know when. Continue reading “Hello There!”
Hi everyone! It’s been a while since I have last posted. Been so busy lately and hope everyone’s doing well! (Chos! This opening is not so me LOL).
Work had taken up my life for the last few weeks, and I went back to drinking coffee to keep me awake. Sometimes even though I am fully awake, I just need a little kick to get started. Continue reading “Automatic Shutdown”
Yesterday, I met my free diving instructor for my “make up classes”, since as I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I failed my free diving certification.
I came prepared but unassuming. I practiced almost everyday for 2 months before coming back so deep inside, I was hoping to do well but I wasn’t expecting anything either. Two months ago I was over confident, thinking I could easily pass this certification, but I failed. So this time, I have mentally prepared myself for the worst. Continue reading “Failing & Free Diving”
I was so excited when I saw that Khaled Hosseini’s new book was available here in Maldives so I bought it immediately without even reading the reviews nor checking what the book is all about.
It’s Khaled Hosseini anyway, I told myself. I need not check. I’m sure I’m gonna love it.
When I got hold of the book, I was surprised to see a thin, wide book. I was expecting a thick one.