Inside a Uniqlo store, I found myself in a quandary about whether or not to buy me a pair of jeans – the distressed type with apparent damage, as shown in the picture above. My 62-year old legs were the main reasons for keeping me from buying them. Appropriateness, propriety, sense of decency and my …
Well, sort of. Words to that effect. Bear with me. I was a 16-year old, cute, naive college freshman with bangs that I blow with my lips pursed asymmetrically so that the air rushes upward. I lived with my two brothers and a cousin in the ground floor of a three-story house in Tondo, Manila. …
You need me to take out the garbage, not later but now! to mop the floor to do the laundry to zip your dress to tickle your fancy to make you laugh to mop the floor the second time to drive you a distance to reach …
I can see signs of the times: people exchanging faces and sweats in trains; seniors blowing their noses in public; and, I don’t see O X O X in urinals anymore. Yep, methinks the pandemic is nearing its end. It’s that or we are all beginning to live with the unseen enemy —regarding it like …