…of mom. Apparently, mom has been paying a visit to a few of us here and there. Last week, I woke up sobbing hysterically and freaked the hell out of Brandon. After a long crazy dream about me being a failure (..something about burning something on the stove top when all I had to do was reheating a frozen block of soup, someone came into the house with a pet meerkat, and everyone was looking at me as if I just came off the short bus for burning that fucking soup…), I somehow ended up in a mall with my...
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I was up at 6:30 a.m. this morning. Jet lag is getting better! I did end up getting to work at 6 a.m. on Thursday morning. LOL. I drove in and left promptly at 3 p.m. and miraculously got home without killing myself. I did steal a solid hour of nap later in the afternoon though. How solid? I started the nap laying on the couch. When Brandon came in to wake me up, I was sitting and I had no idea how I got there. Yeah…interesting, isn’t it? But a sleepy Thursday worked out to my advantage as I...
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Getting ready to leave the house for the airport now. We’re waiting on my brother. Let me just say that I have never gotten choked up leaving the house before. And here I am, teary-eyed just thinking about it. It seems the past few years, the house has never been the same. Mom was sick back then. The change was the fact that we didn’t have her out and about with us much. Then mom got sicker, but she was still able to converse a bit. The last time, the house once again went empty with a little bit of...
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It’s 11 p.m. on a rainy Bangkok Saturday night. And I ain’t got nobody. Just me in dad’s office, waiting for pictures from the day we scattered my mom’s ashes to upload. I am in such a partying mood but my partner in crime, Tong, is out of town this weekend. But then again, it’s raining cats and dogs out there. Better not be outside puddle hopping intoxicated or out on the slippery road with drunks behind the wheels. I should definitely count my blessing. Oh well, hell. I’m just going to party with myself then. I’ll go fetch my...
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If physical pain makes you feel like you’re alive, I am VERY alive today. I’m all sore from working out and dancing about. My voice a little raspy from singing. My allergies, thank you Tylenol Allergy Sinus, was killing me earlier. Sitting down and getting up has been some very ALIVE moments. I haven’t even tried going all up the stairs yet. Coming up from ground floor was already interesting enough. There is no such thing as Ibuprofen in this household. I didn’t even think about that. I seriously am punishing myself without even thinking about it. Ah…nothing brought out...
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“Okay, when I get home, I’m going through all of my own stuff,” exclaimed Aunty Sida. “My poor kids! If I don’t start now, they’ll be doing the same thing we are doing right now after I’m dead!” Folks, the aunties and me had been going through mom’s stuff for about 6 hours today, including lunch break. Pueng had brought down most of mom’s clothes to the living room. We all spot her favorite outfits and marveled at all the other pieces she had collected–some of them haven’t even been worn yet! The piles threaten to drown us a few...
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