Posted on Thursday, March 30, 2006 by Beng
Vice-President. That’s the position I’m occupying in this not-so-secret society I and several of my officemates have established (at least in our imagination). We could be holding regular meetings but why bother? We’d probably forget we’re supposed to meet.
Our group’s name, in full, is “The Dorian Society of People Who Regularly Suffer from Temporary Amnesia.” [...]
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Posted on Monday, March 27, 2006 by Beng
The wooden sign sitting atop a rusty metal pole with crudely etched letters read, “Loneliness.” She takes tentative steps, her gait—wobbly, unsure, unsteady. Isn’t there another way? But in her heart she knew, she must pass this way—even just once in her life.
And so she enters the road and lets her eyes take in the [...]
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Posted on Friday, March 24, 2006 by Beng
I’m thinking about sex.
You can recover from your shock now. Heave a sigh of relief or wipe that silly grin from your face because (thankfully) it’s not what you think.
Percolating in my mind lately is this talk on sexual purity I’m giving to the young people’s group of a Chinese church tomorrow. (I got invited [...]
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Posted on Sunday, March 19, 2006 by Beng
It’s everywhere. I watch TV and I see this Goldilocks ad with a woman taking out a black forest cake from the ref. I scan through today’s Philippine Starweek and a feature on The Last Chocolatier greets me. Why is it that after you’ve decided to swear off something, this very thing taunts you and [...]
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