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”
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!”
“Habang maliliit pa ang mga anak mo, parang gusto mo, lumaki na sila agad. Kasi, ang harap mag-alaga ng bata. Pero pag nagsilaki naman, halos gusto mong ibalik ang panahon, ibalik sila sa ‘yo. Kasi, pakiramdam mo, ang layo na nila. Hindi mo na sila maabot.
Pero wala kang magagawa. Sinasabi lang natin na ang anak ay karugtong ng buhay ng ina pero ang totoo, oras na pinutol na ang pusod ng sanggol, nagiging hiwalay na tao na sila. hindi na sila karugtong ng isa.”
I can’t believe I am already 33 years old.
I can remember when I was just learning the meaning of the word decade and I can’t believe I’ve been into three already. Continue reading “You Turned 33 and You Didn’t Think About Anything”
You wake up earlier than usual, thinking of the dream you just had. Not the worst, also not the best. Then you started thinking about work and other things. But you thought you’ll stop thinking and just lie on your bed, pull your blanket until your shoulders and watch the thin rays of light peeping through the curtains, giving light to the dark old room you are in. You let yourself indulge in that feeling of being in bed longer than you need to, for there were days you miss it, when you break your back sitting in the office for long hours.
Today is my 5th day without any caffeine intake.
Five days ago, my friend and I wanted to practice free diving hence I did not drink coffee. Coffee is not allowed when free diving.
That morning I was walking like a zombie. Yawning every few minutes. No energy. My eyes, teary. Dizzy. By afternoon, I already felt the impending headache. Continue reading “Decaffeinated”