This from a guy who nags me about my smoking every chance he gets:
I went back to name of client deleted* today for a possible new project. After the meeting, I asked to be toured around the production plant. Inside the plant, I noticed a few people smoking inside a glass cubicle. [...]
I just need to do this. Pardon the mush.
Thank you:
Mom and Dad for the unlimited supply of gourmet coffee, for looking the other way when I needed to vent, for not pushing me to talk, for understanding that what I needed was solitude and silence, for just letting me be while I was there. I [...]
In less than 24 hours, I’m gonna be my parents’ baby again. It’s been years since I spent an entire day (let alone a week) with my folks. And I’m certainly looking forward to throwing myself at their mercy. Yes, I’ll even take my Mom’s incessant nagging or my Dad’s badly construed cryptic truths. [...]
It all started with this:
That’s a recent picture of my sister (second from right) hugging her ex-boyfriend Joe.
After seeing that picture in multiply, I reacted with this:
“Xy, I know Joe may have some good qualities, but I still can’t forgive him for what he did to you. You’re my sister and I love you. I [...]
Okay, the first one was just a tad too serious. That was so not me (but sooo Xyzha, don’t you think?). You see, while we do have a lot of similar traits (scary, they all are), we also have a wide range of glaring differences. In fact, on the surface, we are in no way [...]
Born 8 years apart, Xyzha and I didn’t exactly have a chance to bond as sisters.
Herschel, my middle sister, and I share memories of wading in mud puddles, chasing after dragon flies, climbing mango trees, dismantling Barbie dolls, staging our own dramas, and even discovering puppy love for the first time.
But the only [...]
Fruhlein - or Baby, as everyone in the family calls her - is sort of the fourth of the infamous “tres marias”. Born to the youngest sister of my dad, whose nomadic existence spanned different corners of the world in pursuit of love and meaning, Fruhlein was dumped on our doorstep at a very young [...]
Although the date of my last post indicates otherwise, I have not forsaken this blog. True, other things in the form of projects and clients and the excruciating demands of this circus I call adulthood have temporarily sidetracked me. But for what it’s worth, amid all the frenzy, my mind occasionally strings together words and [...]
Tourists visit Moalboal for its excellent diving haunts.
Today, the streets of this rustic town are teeming with foreigners. Kids pause and stare at the white strangers, mesmerized by the daring display of skin. Women shove baskets of fish to the visitors. Eager for a dollar, a woman offers her son as a gofer, [...]
I’m back from vacation, and I carry my excruciatingly painful sunburns with pride. These are my battle scars. And these are my trophies. I had no idea that looking like an overcooked barbecue could feel so darned good.
Redoble Beach Resort (Tongo, Moalboal):
