Middle age came to me as an unwanted surprise, a thief in the night, a gnarly traffic jam I can’t get out of, this unwieldy beast I find so hard to tame. But also, it wasn’t like I hadn’t known it was coming. The telltale signs had appeared here and there: white hair so difficult to cover up, eyesight that…
Day 26 of having to work from home, and technically, Day 23 of the metro’s Enhanced Community Quarantine, or ECQ. I am writing this at what I consider to be the most unprecedented period in our lives — a pandemic that at this point has obliged people to stay home, tested the resilience of our healthcare workers, and claimed thousands…
2:18 AM, clock said; Forever’s on Spotify. I just finished mopping the floor. Some people go to Netflix to kill the wee hours, some would scramble to finish a few pages of their current read, some will squeeze in time for an online game. But not me. I mop the floor, dust my furniture, fill up the diffuser with peppermint…
There’s a part of her that appreciates it, this reaching out, well-meaning, wanting to help. She really does. And as much as she wants to chin up, put on her pair of roseys, raise dem blinds, you and I both know they wouldn’t mind if she just curled up. And died. What was it that people say, when they want…
I may have very well been a fool. See, all my life I’ve lived by this golden rule: to listen to the voice inside me, the one that s’posedly rings the truest, that which once I heed shall lead me to happiness. Yep, I’ve always gone down the path where my stupid gut feel had asked me to. ‘Follow your…
How many years you think we still have to live, I wanted to ask you just now. But this isn’t the sort of thing you ask someone at three in the morning, while you both are quite a distance away; it isn’t something I can Viber or call in long distance – it’s a conversation that oughta happen while we’re…
It’s a night that calls for random writing. Thoughts haphazardly punched thru my qwerty keyboard—unsure where they’ll end—but always bright with hope that it would help shake off this funk. And not a great way to start my working week, I s’pose. I’ve termed it the ‘start’ because it’s been so many weeks, months, that I consider Mondays an extension…
When we give way to the sadness, to the world’s madness, to self-absorbed feelings of emptiness, to—well—a life that dumps you shitloads of lemons, it is easier to give in, shed tears, and yowl that “all’s failed”. It’s a heady feeling too methinks, to be blowing your nose on a humongous kerchief you’ve absentmindedly chosen for the occasion, choking as…
I wish I still knew how it is to be—when you and I were still young. To be impressionable, instead of being a cynic. To love carelessly, never mind if there were no safety nets. Skip, hop, as we draw out a hundred high-fives, even if it weren’t sunny outside. Fight like there was no tomorrow; lift up a ton…
It’s the new year and as the occasion calls for musings and such, I’ve thought about the things I’ve lost of late. As with any other average person, I do not delight in losing anything. Oh, I’ve misplaced the most trivial of things—a receipt essential to bookkeeping for our biz, a purple jacket I absolutely adored, a tiny hair clip…
Finally Dee 