So Hukuji

"So hukuji?" I asked after hanging up, biting my lower lip. "How could... how could she!" I lamented jeremiacally, if there is anything like that. Triza Triza,you tell me to iza, no pun intended though. Newsflash! Triza was my first girlfriend. Nature had, in the past, had tried to link me with Triza countless times … Continue reading So Hukuji

MAPEN-ZII

NYAR GEM, MY TUESDAY CRUSH A good story, carefully written and well told is like a cool breeze on a summer’s afternoon. I can never hope to possess my grandmother’s storytelling skills, but I can let loose a naughty lover’s pen to write away into the bliss of young love. This is the story of … Continue reading MAPEN-ZII

Proxemics

“Back off Dude! Get out of my personal bubble! ” Those were the only words I ever got from her. She’s not your ordinary woman though she’s childish, adult, sensible, unreasonable - usually one when she should be the other. She’s very pretty although not necessarily in an obvious way. She’s lithe as cat, muscular … Continue reading Proxemics

Anita

Anita gently passes her eyeshadow brush over her eyelids. This ritual –eye shading- normally has a characteristic to give her a pink tinge-pink is her favorite-, making her eyes look like they are popping out. Nowadays however it seems not to be doing the trick. She tries to do it all over again, nothing! The … Continue reading Anita

Closure

It may be in the smooth carving of characters progressively on a blank space or the thought of the excellent results to come. I can not quite get to it, but there is just something about the spasm of excitement that accompanies the activity itself. Rather an unusual statement for those who are accustomed to … Continue reading Closure

Hapi

" I've looked everywhere, I can't find Jerry" Behind our house was a little grove of trees that led into a larger forest. My parents tried to fence the compound but we always found a way to sneak out. My brother and his friends used to take to a little stream deep in that forest … Continue reading Hapi

The Bad Place

In a long-forgotten time of past, a forlorn, indiscernible figure could be seen trekking through what could not be aptly described as a woodland nor a coastline. It just was. It “just was” in many ways because people had tired of speaking of it in whispers while simultaneously not putting a name to it. The … Continue reading The Bad Place