05.21.2008
One night, Kernan and I were about to have dinner when I found him holding up the two plates of hot rice in front of the aircon.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Cooling off the rice, it’s too hot. I like my rice a bit cold.”
“But I like my rice hot.”
“Okay, do you want me to reheat it for you in the microwave?”
“Oh, never mind.”
I love warm meals so I couldn’t quite understand then why Kernan preferred his a bit cold. He should eat his meals while they’re still warm because that’s the way it should be, shouldn’t it?
During our first months together, a lot of people would ask me how Kernan and I got along.
“You’re such opposites.” People would tell us.
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05.09.2008
It started with a series of text messages sent in the wee hours of the morning.
I would hear his cellphone’s beep and somehow I felt that there was something not quite right about it.
I would say a woman’s gut feeling is one of her most precious gifts. It is what helped me discover what was wrong.
For a time, I kept quiet about what I felt.
She could be just a friend. I tried to justify to myself.
Don’t be such a little jealous girl. I warned myself.
But why did I have such a nagging feeling about the whole thing?
Finally, I decided to ask. There was no point in killing myself over my own thoughts. Didn’t we say we will be open to each other about our problems?
All I needed to do was ask so I would find out the truth.
But I did not. He lied.
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