Last dance

March 7, 2010 § Leave a comment

This is one of the more pleasant places in the Sand Globe. Just don’t go there on the weekends. Much to my dismay, what was supposed to be a quiet day of sincere fare-thee-wells and see-you-soons ended with a few terrifying minutes of dodge-the-smelly crowd. It wasn’t too bad, we had a leisurely lunch of not-too-greasy Chinese food and then watched Alice in Wonderland in 3D – which wasn’t half as bad as reviews had made it seem. Oh, all right, except for Johnny Depp’s misguided dancing scene which will forever be a cock-blocker for me now. And then we headed out for coffee and a smoke, which turned into a pizza, several coffees, tiramisu and a pack of smokes. The fountain show was to be expected, except that a belly dancer would have been more appropriate considering the evening’s song choices. A belly dancing fountain – only in the Sand Globe. Even though we never said it, the word goodbyehad hung heavy in the air and we rushed to fill in the moments of silence with inane chatter, prolonging the inevitable moment of parting. I should have been happy. I was out of the House of Zen on a Friday. I had done what I enjoy doing most with my closest friends. But when I did get home, alone, with my last few months in the Sand Globe stretched out before me, I couldn’t help but feel like throwing out every item that represented my life over the balcony.


Warning: Do not pet the bitch

February 15, 2010 § Leave a comment

Nuclear Reactor Drone: Hey, great job on that brief. I really liked what you did.
HormonaLEE: You know, your comment would have made my day if I valued your opinions.

Noise reduction

February 10, 2010 § 1 Comment

To the citizens of the building supposedly of Zen:
No, there is no privacy to be had when you answer your phones or talk to (I’m assuming) people other than your respective spouses out in the hallway. The entire floor can hear you make illicit plans. Just so you know.

This is where I’m coming from

January 30, 2010 § Leave a comment

A camel ate my homework

January 25, 2010 § Leave a comment

Dear blog, I know I promised to write on you as soon as I wake up and as soon as I get home. But I had such a strange day and just had to deal with all that crap and now I’m too apathetic to even rant about that. Promise, I’ll get mad at something tomorrow just for you.
Love always,


January 25, 2010 § Leave a comment

The Sand Globe is home to the region’s largest mall, the world’s tallest building and the universe’s stupidest drivers. I know because I’ve had to deal with them at least twice a day for the past 5 years. Here’s my Top Ten List of Basic Things Sand Globe Taxi Drivers Should Know:

10. I am not your sounding board. I tune out even my closest friends. What makes you think I want to listen to you and your gurgling?

9. I may have a Filipino accent but there is no way my GO STRAIGHT sounds like GO LEFT.

8. I know where I want to go and I need YOU to take me there. I do not need you to suggest I go to a place more convenient for you.

7. If you ask me to choose between routes and I do choose, do not moan and groan all the way there because you didn’t like my choice.

6. There is a lot of traffic going in and out of the area where I live. Deal with it.

5. If picking up and dropping off people is too much work for you, change jobs.

4. Have change. No matter what time of day it is.

3. If you need directions, ask ahead. Driving at 120mph, two feet away from a junction is not the time to ask whether you need to go right or left.

2. How would you feel if I spoke to you in either of my two native languages?

1. No, you cannot have my number. I don’t want to be your friend.

Take Me With

January 23, 2010 § Leave a comment

“I wanna go to a place where time has no consequence and the sky opens to my prayers.” 
– Beautiful, India Arie
I don’t know where people got this idea that I am a strong person. Even my closest friends call me the “Cursor”, the one who leads the way. But unlike Meredith Grey, I admit to being dark and twisty inside. I can count the days in my life when I felt like Little Miss Sunshine. I keep this picture of me because at that one moment in time, my life was perfect. On that quiet island, with just 3 of my dearest friends with me (and the fisherman who took us out on his boat), I couldn’t ask for more. On my days of disquiet, I look to this picture for proof. I know I can be happy, at peace and content. I just don’t let myself be so often enough.

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