Next station, Jordan.
Some ethereal being’s womanly voice waking me up as the MTR was obviously slowing down. Struggling to get up from my seat, I did not bother anymore whether the woman owning the voice was a Hongkee bred somewhere in the West or a gweipor (the white woman). All that matters is:
I am [...]
Archive > February 2010
Jordan, Exit C2
Kung Hei Fat Choy
She is Eni, president of the International Migrants Alliance. Having worked in Hong Kong as a domestic helper for more than a decade, she learned the value of struggling for her rights and working with others to win them.
She is joined by several Indonesian, Thai and Filipino domestic workers today to hand out lai see (red [...]
Burma
It is not only about Aung San Suu Kyi. It is not only about the monks.
It is about Burma. It is about the people’s struggle for democracy.
In the first place.
Gumising ka, Confradia!
Confradia passed out after drowning in today’s wild outpour.
I handed her to someone as I attended to duties somewhere.
When she was returned to me, she was wet and without life.
Efforts to revive her seemed futile. I am in despair.
This may be the first time I would shed a tear for something that does not breathe.
My [...]
Mm mm mm
And I ain’t built like a supermodel
But I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I love india.arie
Greek Sunsets
A colored lifeguard post. The foamy Cretan sea. Some red wine. Good company.
A delectable way to enjoy a Greek sunset.
Sugar Rush
Somewhere in the heart of Shinjuku lies my stomach.
Where seedless grapes rest on cream cakes. Where chocolate is not diabetic.
Where I can tolerate sliced bananas.
Where table toppings can be edible.
I end my week-long sabbatical with a fond memory. Saves me the calories.