The doorbell rang.

Weird, I wasn’t expecting company.

I opened the door to see you carrying loads of paper bags.

“Could you give me a little hand?” you asked.

“Did you buy everything in the store?” I asked while grabbing a couple of the bags.

“Ha! I wish,” you said. “I just got the essentials.”

“Right, the essentials,” I said. “Didn’t you just buy a pair of boots last week?” I could see a new pair poking out of their box.

“Yeah, but these ones looked so cute. See?” you said.

“Yeah I see it. I also see a bunch of other ‘essential’ things that you bought,” I said. “You do know that if a zombie apocalypse were to happen you’d have to leave all these things behind, right?”

But you weren’t listening to me anymore. You were already trying on your new boots.



“He’s on his way to becoming a doctor.”

“She earns six digits now.”

“Yes, they hired her even before she graduated.”

“We are very proud of him.”

The conversations my parents have with their friends… are never about me.


I never understood why you did what you did.

Did it make you happy to know that you’ve hurt me?

They told me to forget about it. It’s all in the past. Move on. Everything will be better if you don’t think about it.

But I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t forgive you. You hurt me and I couldn’t let it go.

I shut you out of my life. I thought that the best way to forget was to pretend you never existed.

But I couldn’t live that way forever.

And so, I forgave you.

I still don’t understand why you did what you did.

You’re forgiven. But the bruise you left will always be there.

The black eye you gave me will never disappear no matter how hard I try to forget.


“Can you wash the dishes?”

“Can I do it later?”

“Can you do it now?”

“I’ll do it later.”

You never did the dishes.


“Can you do the laundry?”

“Can I do it later?”

“Do it now.”

“I’ll do it later.”

Your clothes are everywhere.


“Can you fix your room?”



Sigh. “Later!”

How can you live like this?



We’re late.

I waited for you to finish putting your make-up on.

I remind you of the time.

You said five more minutes. You also said that twenty minutes ago.

Ten minutes later, we got in your car.

You in the driver seat while I’m riding shotgun.

You fix the rear view mirror and look at your reflection.

You put your seatbelt on.

Before we left, you whipped out your phone and took a dozen pictures of yourself.

We’re late.


I feel so full.

I had ebi tempura with rice for dinner. I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be for two people.

I finished it on my own.

Maybe that’s why I feel sick.

I also drank a glass of milk and ate a big waffle.

Definitely not a good idea.

The Day We Walked

“Taxi!” He yelled as he tried to hail a cab.

The yellow car drove past him. He caught a glimpse of the passenger riding at the back, looking relieved to have found a taxi to take him to wherever he needed to go.

“I’m hungry,” I said.

“Sorry, I think it’ll be a while before we can get a cab,” he said.

I could feel my empty stomach begging for food.

“You know what, I think we can walk it,” he said. His eyes sparkled. I could tell he was already thinking about the route that we would be taking and how long our journey was going to be.

“Isn’t it far?” I said, a bit worried.

“Not that far. I’ve done it before. We’ll just have to walk a few blocks, cross the bridge and walk a few more blocks,” he explained. I was still dissuaded. “We might even be able to get a cab along the way,” he continued. “Right now, our chances of getting one here is nil”

He was trying his best to persuade me.

“How long will it take us to get there?” I asked.

“Fifteen, twenty minutes tops,” he said confidently.

After a few minutes of thinking, I finally accepted his proposal. We were going to walk.

While walking, we shared stories and did a bit of sight seeing. I’ve lived in the city most of my life but I’ve never noticed some of the buildings that we passed. We walked until we reached the red light district, known for its after hours services to foreigners in the area. It was still early so there weren’t a lot of people around yet.

We walked some more until we reached the intersection.

“Are we almost there?” I asked. I was getting tired and I felt my stomach’s desperate plea for food again.

“Yeah we’re almost there. We just have to walk a little more and then we’ll get to the bridge,” he assured me.

“What?! We haven’t even reached the bridge yet?” I said. I was getting angry because of my hunger. “You said this was only going to take fifteen minutes.”

“I said twenty minutes tops and you walk slower than me that’s why it’s taking longer,” he said.

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed.

“Ok calm down,” he said. “Why don’t we eat first?”

“Fine,” I said. I was hungry and irritated. “Where are we going to eat?”

“There’s a mall up ahead,” he was looking at me nervously. I couldn’t see the mall. “But we need to walk a bit,” he continued. I looked at him like I was ready to eat him. “Do you want me to carry you?” he asked. I kept quiet and walked ahead of him. “Do you know the way already?” he asked again. I didn’t so I stopped walking and waited for him to catch up.

We reached the mall and looked for a place to eat. We found a burger joint in the lower ground level. We ordered and I remained silent.

He kept on trying to make me laugh while we were waiting for our food. I couldn’t stay mad at him for long so I started to give in to his jokes.

“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked. I shook my head and he smiled.

After a while, our food arrived but before I could start eating he took my hand, looked me in the eyes and said, “Happy Valentines Day.”