Monthly Archives: March 2004

Monk

. I can’t remember his name. I’m sure the one he had before he became a monk would have been easier to recall, but he didn’t tell us his secular name. I know he is the brother of one of the girls in our group. (Her name escapes me too, so perhaps I’m just bad

Fallen

. Just a couple of things: One, thank you, Wern, for these four CDs – Nitin Sawhney’s Human, k.d. lang’s Live By Request, Me’shell Ndegéocello’s Comfort Woman and Sarah McLachlan’s Afterglow. My music pimp delivered these fresh sounds to me last Saturday and I’ve been slowly devouring them this past week. (I haven’t had new

Mangoes

. “What are you looking at?” My dad is standing in the balcony, looking through a pair of binoculars, my mom next to him. The neighbours’ guava tree is diseased, it seems. Which explains why their guavas are so small and splotchy but not why my parents are even interested in the first place. We

With A Little Help From My Friends

. It has been a good week so far. A great week in fact. (And the weekend looks promising too, but I’ll wait and see.) I think part of the reason I feel so good about myself and life in general right now is that I’ve been expecting a shitty week. Don’t ask why; my