Memoirs of an Amnesiac

"Can you come over to the hospital after work?" my brother timidly asked while I was at work juggling through loads and piles of paperwork. Baffled I asked, "What for?" He replied, "You have to teach me how to change diapers."

Oh the joys (and pains) of aunthood.

It had been more than a year since that baby I changed diapers with had been born. I remembered how I had cuddled him and commented how much of a cute little angel he was. I was even ...

Dust permeates through
the crevices of the wooden chair
Like roots of plants, gently
percolating through passageways
deep within the moist earth.


The crevices seemed to have multiplied
while I was imprisoned in oblivion
Totally caught unaware with the inevitable
elusiveness of time.


How long has it been since I last saw
iridescent traces of you?

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I can't exactly recall when I last bathed in the rain. I remember as a young child how I would wait for the gutter on our roof to serve as the water course for rainwater. In my young mind, it resembled those showers in the bathroom which at that time only the affluent were lavishly using. When May came and drizzles started to grace the parched earth with a refreshing taste of rain, I would await rain days with much gusto, like a little kid who is excited to open her only birthday gift.
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A student of mine was beaming with pride as she handed me their product: a sandwich with wheat bread and somewhat pricey fillings of ham, cheese and lettuce. In cooking class, they were taught how to make sandwiches and to sell them at a price that is approximately equivalent to the money they put up for buying the ingredients.

I accepted the sandwich and coyly asked her how much they earned for the project. "Teacher, we earned Php 540," she happily exclaimed. Curiously I ...