Why don’t I talk to neighbors?

There was only one period of my life when I talked to neighbors. I was a kid, and we had neighbors named Valerie and I forgot the other one. They were the only neighbors that I played with. After that, whenever my mom would encourage me to play with the neighbors, I would say, Ma, I don’t have to befriend the world. I still don’t talk to my neighbors these days, and now I’m wondering why.

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Why do people die?

On January 7, 2013, I wrote on Facebook:

Why do people die? Obviously you can explain it medically. His heart gave out. Her lungs collapsed. But why do people die? Why now? Why her? Why him? Why?

When I wrote that status our long-time driver Ka Saro died, but I was also thinking about my lola who died the year before. Long before that my nineteen-year-old cousin died in a car crash, and I was one month away from my tenth birthday. Now, I found out that my other cousin who is around 20 years old died.

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When I Die

As I have said countless of times in this blog, I want to be a great writer. When I die though, I don’t want people to talk about my achievements, but I want people to tell stories about how I lived. As much as I love writing, and it is a big part of me, I find that there’s something cold about discussing a person’s achievements at a funeral.

I want to be remembered for the way I laughed. I want my cousin to tell a funny story about how I tripped over a slosh of sago. I want a friend to recall our crazy adventures walking around Quiapo. I want a lover to tearfully describe our first kiss.

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Maids Always Leave

Janelle wasn’t my family’s first maid, but the others were either maids that I don’t remember because I was still too young, or maids who didn’t take care of me because they were in charge of other things like doing the laundry, cooking, or cleaning the house. I asked my mom what happened to the other maids who took care of me. She sad they left. That’s the thing with maids these days, they always leave, she said. I saw a picture of me being carried by a maid, but I was too young to remember who she was. I got scared that Janelle would leave. Continue reading “Maids Always Leave”