Our family albums are in the Philippines. My mom is a meticulous record-keeper; each album bears a sticker on the spine to identify its contents (“1985-1987”, “Jakarta, 1992”) and the photo negatives are in similarly-labeled shoe-boxes. Most of the albums have cheesecloth cases to keep away the dust, all hand-sewn by Ma herself. Read More
Our hotel in Montreux, Hotel Eden Palace Au Lac, was straight out of a Wes Anderson set (I felt), with its mango ice cream-colored carpets, the rooms equipped with inner and outer doors, and the thick wooden side table which looked like it used to house a retro radio with knobs and dials (since removed, leaving the table with unexplained holes). My suspicions were confirmed when I leafed through the hotel flyer and discovered it was built in the 1870s. Read More
We were on the train en route to Toulon, headed to M’s wedding. To my right the sea whizzed past. I saw a few divers bobbing on the surface and wondered if there were reefs in the dazzling blue below.
I was armed with books. Before we left Hubby warned me about the number of train rides we’ll take on this trip (just us, I was apprehensive to bring baby this far and this high). I told him not to worry, that long train rides didn’t bother me as long as I had something to read. One of the books I brought was a dud — after page 49 it was suddenly page 248 — and I made a mental note to exchange it at Kinokuniya even though I had lost the receipt. “If they won’t take it, I’ll make them go viral!” I declared. He laughed, “No one would care.” Read More
Today I missed UP. Badly.
Or maybe I just had a mad craving for monay with cheese. I’m not sure if they even sell them anymore, in those large, white styrofoam coolers that kept the bread warm. I usually found it near Casaa. But now the food centre is gone…
The UP Diliman campus was such a huge part of my teenage years.
Well before my sisters and I entered UP, our parents took us there to play badminton in the mostly empty carpark in front of AS. (Last I heard, parking spaces are now harder to come by.) Maybe they were conditioning us to think of the place as our own. It worked. :) Read More