Escapism

How to let on without letting on... Just recently, I managed to merge two different circles in my life, two groups of friends who only know each other through me. (that's vuke and cleanpeople if you really must know). It has been a long time coming, I have been planning and plotting for months to merge these groups. With an entire generation between them who would have thought they can come together over a newly discovered, shared interest. Just thinking of this shared something tickles me pink, because already, the experiences are worthy of an entire novel. (are you smiling with me yet...?)

So the plan was hatched to educate vuke on the 80s and 90s relic that is just about ready to fall of the face of the earth as yet another casualty of electronic commerce. Or at least that is what I thought. Unfortunately, to protect the interest of those who participated in the excursion, I cannot say more about it. Suffice it to say that it was thoroughly satisfying and can be quite addictive. 

Since sharing the experience, most of our skype conversations, live conversations, email messages are punctuated by it. You can't find a topic where the mention of the experience is not appropriate. It has become a method of escapism (or a method to madness...) from the harsh realities of work and life. Our own little zen garden, where we go to recharge or to laugh or to be carefree... to smell the flowers, watch them blossom, feel them, touch their petals, give them a drink...

Lost in Translation

How do you react when someone tells you "you have a body to die for..."??? I find I'm not surprised to find out that there are some who are unfamiliar with the expression. Consider untrained minds who gets to hear this line for the first time. Imagine how they's react.

Here is one real-life, and please lets just call it naive response to the line:

Girl: "You have a body to die for...."
Boy: "Grabe ka naman mang-husga..."
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Author: Monie Maunay
email: buddygallagher@gmail.com