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The Married Life
It must be said now that Liz and I were not very drunk when we decided to get married inside a small pink chapel off the Vegas Strip. It also must be said that the wedding wasn’t a random act, seeing that we got hitched on Valentine’s Day after enduring about two hours in the bitchin’ Nevada winter with our two male witnesses, Ryan and Kim. We ( Read more... ) -
I've Relocated
Hello (if there's anyone who still read my work here),
I've relocated. I'm dedicating most of my personal-writing focus at thechhunalsorises.blogspot.com. Actually, I've been doing this for the past couple months but decided now it's the best time since I'm gaining a bit of a following there.
I've enjoyed my stay here.
Here's my latest post: bit.ly ( Read more... ) -
The Night Cupid Denied Me Love
In a jam-packed nightclub in Modesto two nights after Thanksgiving, I glided into a round seating booth with two rather quiet friends who are married to each other. The husband looked at me strangely, seeing that I had came back from the bar with three drinks in hand: two filled-to-the-brim shot glasses and a tall glass of something dark ( Read more... ) -
'is monty there?'
I'm sitting on my white couch and listening to the world outside. My living room window is cracked open about three inches wide. I could hear cars screeching to a halt. I could hear a city train conductor - I live in front of a train stop - announcing pedestrians to not step in front of the train or they could die. My apartment is completely silent ( Read more... ) -
The Time I Flushed a Mouse Down the Toilet
I’m a very light sleeper. I can be awaken by the sound of a toilet flushing while I’m in another room. That was the form of rude awakening my girlfriend of eight years ago used on me when she was staying in my room on a hot summer night. I already had my eyes open before she softly tapped my stomach, one of my weak spots ( Read more... ) -
L.A. Road Trip
Three years after high school, my friend Kim called me on a spring Friday afternoon wanting to know what I was doing that day ( Read more... ) -
Becoming Someone's Bitch
Not even a full week after I had boomeranged back home from Utah, I was feeling content about my life. My parents had reopened my childhood bedroom to me, with no expectations that I would contribute toward the rent, in hopes that I would figure things out. My former employer sent me an extra check on top of the final check, for the vacation time I ( Read more... ) -
The Negotiator
It’s a few ticks before 6 a.m., and my mom’s fully clothed, with several layers warming her body and the hood of her sweatshirt hiding her dark black hair. She’s ready to go shopping. This is one of her favorites things to do, wrecking my sleep by having me chauffeur her to the Stockton fish market that sits underneath a relentless freeway. Because ( Read more... ) -
My Glory Days
I was sitting across from a friend the other night, enjoying a drink. Sitting next to us, facing a surprisingly busy Wednesday night in Modesto, was a woman who was madly in love with my friend. He did not feel the same. She paid little attention to me during our four-hour stay at this dimly lit bar, only turning to face me after I asked her a ( Read more... ) -
A Walk to Remember
Technically, the walk covered four blocks and about a quarter-mile of one of the sketchiest parts of Modesto -- the place I call home. But it was filled with plenty of little moments that perhaps will shape the rest of Jade's life. I didn’t intend to give my 2-year-old niece the walk of her life, but have you ever heard the pleading "Please! Please ( Read more... )