Category: memoriam
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To Life, to Art – Badong Bernal
I never worked with Sir Bernal, but it was hard not to know of him. He designed the set for “Comfort Women” made out of bamboos. The lead actress would be bruised every time they had to go through her rape scene. Director Missy Maramara asked if there was any way to keep her from…
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The king is dead, long live the king
I don’t believe you’re dead, Steve Jobs. I believe that you’re somewhere out there hanging out with Michael Jackson. I imagine that you’re both stuck in limbo similar to Judgement City but for visionary VIPs. One of you, maybe even both of you will be sighted in the oddest places; in diners, soup, truck stops,…
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Flower Memory: R.I.P. Sugawara-san
The first time I ate at Hana was after a very bad fight with my boyfriend at the time. Upon Khursten‘s invite, I commiserated with friends over takoyaki and cold house tea. I came home smelling, as Mom described, “Like a Japanese grill.” I replied, “But that’s how you know it’s real.” When then-boyfriend and…
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Of Grief and Other Things
It has been four months and counting since Mom passed on. The only thing that keeps me alive sometimes is the idea that it could be worse. People ask me if I miss Mom. I’ll be honest: no. When I wonder if I should begin to miss her, instead I become resentful of the things…
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The Aftermath
I’ve only been 26 for four months, but I feel like I’ve turned 40. That’s what seeing your cancer-ridden Mom does, God rest her soul. It really was my Mom’s time. It only made sense on the day she passed, when she showed us the last page of the book she read, when her best…