‘Careless People’ (2025) reviewed

A few nights ago, I crested this nonfiction title. Careless People chronicles Kiwi, Sarah Wynn-William’s, journey as a Facebook executive. Careless trended on best sellers lists. FB tried to ban it. This piqued my sis’s interest and I borrowed the eBook. At 620 pages, it was a slog. I crammed during the last few nights or I will not finish my loan. Heaps of FB policy seemed like mumbo jumbo to the common reader. Near the end, I skipped pages. Else, I’ll never reach the finish line. The book was warranted, getting it straight from the horse’s mouth. After all, FB is our zeitgeist.

Idealism

The book is all about idealism. Sarah worked at the UN but was discontented with her former role. She was just another bureaucrat and itched to leave the sidelines. She believed that Facebook could change the world. She went out of her way to work at FB. She notes how the company is like a brick wall. Contacting them or pitching a job is almost impossible. A mutual friend gave her a sliver of daylight. Even then, she kept chasing them.

Had a grand vision for her new role. It read like a nonfiction Lord of the Flies or The Beach. In terms of movies, it reminded me of 1984. There are 48 chapters, plus a prologue and epilogue. She writes of the lavish private jet flights and the absurd amount of wealth among Facebook execs.

Storyteller

Throughout the text, Sara is a plus writer who keeps you focused. When to humour you and when to extrapolate. The shark attack bit was irreverent. Funny how others were unfamiliar with New Zealand. You almost forget that you’re reading a tome. Or that this is her first book. Some people say that they already knew the details. Well, not all of us. I did not know of the Myanmar situation and the fake news. I’ve never heard of Internet.org.

The author laments that Facebook could’ve done better. Should’ve used its tools wisely. I admired how she stuck to the script. This book is about Facebook, her workplace for some time. She was stationed in their New York offices for a few years. She then joined their Silicon Valley headquarters. She talks of the perks of being an FB employee. Conversely, the long hours by the top brass was shocking. As we learn of her story, we get a better sense of the FB microcosm. We unpack the key players from her POV. We comprehend FB’s involvement in various developing countries. Here are a few excerpts from my latest read.

  • I don’t see it. I feel it. A force so powerful and unexpected. A shark attack is like being hit by a knife attached to a freight train.
  • My dad howls, “She was my favourite daughter.” I enjoy that for a moment. I have two sisters. I can’t wait to tell them. I’d always suspected it. Then my mother wails, “Just like the cat!” Because our cat Winkels had recently met an untimely end. Just like the cat. Brutal.
  • The fear chokes me as I anticipate the next axe strike across my neck or skull or some other vulnerable part of me, delivering the final blow.
  • In New Zealand, it’s easy to feel like you’re on the edge of the world.
  • Like Chairman Mao’s original, Facebook’s Little Red Book is filled with quotes, images, and core principles from its supreme leader, although in this case of course that’s Mark rather than Mao.
  • They don’t think Facebook should be using the platform to push people to do anything- donate their organs, vote, eat more vegetables, floss, adopt stray puppies, anything.
  • Then it’s simply a matter of plonking myself down at her table and waiting to see if anyone will remove me.
  • Stories in which Vaughan has insisted on “showing them his deck.” The New Zealand accent turns e’s into i’s, so it sounds like a lewd proposition rather than a business invitation to review some slides.
  • He stops and asks me to explain where the country is. This happens so frequently that a few weeks into his tenure, I offer to buy him a world map. He turns that down, but days later, a large framed map shows up in his office.
  • I run over from my desk and see a woman convulsing on the floor. She’s foaming at the mouth and her face is bleeding.
  • I notice that the newly elected president of the Philippines, Rodrigo Duterte, who credited Facebook with his election-is conspicuously napping.

Quotes

After going through Careless, I recall this movie quote. ‘Great ambition and conquest without contribution is without significance.’

That was from The Emperor’s Club. FB had these sweeping plans to do good and broaden their reach. They did this. However, when trouble came to these places, they were like Frankenstein’s creator. They would not control the beast.

Another one: ‘With great power comes great responsibility.’

That was from the OG Spidey. Being puissant and ubiquitous makes you accountable.

Worth the hype

I got through most of the book within a few days. My second read of the year. A few times, I almost quit. The succinct chapters helped. Apart from the policy jargon, the language was accessible, a well-written account from a smart technocrat. This was worthy of the hype. Getting an insider’s look on FB is rare. David Fincher’s The Social Network gave an unflattering and raw portrait of FB. I saw that one with a friend at the cinemas. This delves further into the think tank’s psyche. Careless wasn’t the easiest but I’m glad that I persevered.

At the moment, Careless has a 4.32 rating on Goodreads. Over 19,000 readers have rated it. This means that the work has remained above 4 or an 80% approval score. Will the book age well? Will future bookworms remain curious about the social network? Only time will tell.

Rating 4.1/5

The author

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Easter Special: Ranking the Best Reading Apps

Happening now: the Easter long weekend. Here in Sydney, the options are endless. The Easter Show. The rugby action. Blockbuster movies. The Sydney fish market…and a partridge in a pear tree. Upon closer inspection, these events are not for everyone. Show tickets are 48 bucks. Factor in the rides, chow, other buys, and show bags, my sister told me that I’d end up spending $200. To avoid the stampede, why not read the good old eBook? Nothing beats sitting at your desk and devouring the latest Facebook tell-all. Of course, I do plan on exploring the great outdoors this weekend. One thing to remember is that these apps use different file types. Hence, your Kindle eBook will not work with Apple Books and vice-versa. I’ve been trending towards examining nonfiction. Here is my ranking of three popular eBook apps.

  1. Kindle. The original and the best. Great synchronisation across your devices. Using your Amazon account, pick up where you left off. As long as your account is working, you’ll never lose books. Unlike Apple Books, which is tied to your Apple account. Kindle has possibly the most comprehensive selection of eBooks. This is the place to go for hard to find titles. I’ve read many basketball books here which I otherwise wouldn’t find. The breaks of the game by David Halberstam. Life is not an accident by Jay Williams. Bleeding Orange by Jim Boeheim.

You can highlight and look up words. There is a bookmark option, so you can easily return. A handy contents page. As mentioned, the Kindle app syncs across your devices. It’s very intuitive. Whether on your laptop, tablet, or phone, Kindle is leaps and bounds above the rest. Unfortunately you cannot purchase books directly from the app. However, the Amazon website makes book reading easy with one click purchase.

I haven’t read a book on Kindle in a while now, but I do regret buying Nike executive, Sonny Vaccaro’s memoir on Apple Books. I should’ve gotten it on Kindle. I’ve already purchased my next Kindle read: Tuff Juice by ex NBAer Caron Butler. I’ve read Kobe’s foreword.

Rating: 4.8/5

2. Apple Books. The stock reading app that came with my iPads. It replaced the now defunct iBooks. There’s a decent selection of titles. One handy feature is the reading goal, which you can adjust. It keeps track of your diligence, praising your streak. Like Kindle, there is a dictionary, bookmark, and highlighter. You can make annotations on the eBook. The pricing is similar to Kindle and you can use Apple gift cards to pay for your purchases. The big downside though is losing access to your library. Once you create a new Apple ID, you’ll lose your material, read or unread. A tourist’s guide to losing unread eBooks: I feel ya. Like Amazon, it’s got a clean interface and is mostly problem free. It also sync across devices, as long as you use the same ID. The biggest thing going for Books is that you could browse and buy titles in-app. That’s something you won’t find with the other two.

Rating: 4.2/5

3. Kobo. No offence, but this is the weakest of the trio. First off, you have to pay in Yankee $$. Secondly, you get slugged with state and city taxes on checkout. They should provide a clearer way of communicating this, not shocking you with fees when it’s time to pony up. On top of that, their app is a little spoiled. I have to turn off my WiFi every time I use their app. Is this a joke? Maybe they’re a crew of comedians. Just like Apple Books, you will lose everything if it’s tied up to your Apple ID.

Basically, the main thing going for Kobo is that they offer some hard to find books. They’ve got the John Wooden read. Ray Allen’s From the Outside. The recent Hakeem epic by Mirin Fader. They’re the only one to offer the last two.

Rating: 4/5

These three apps reveal that going digital is the trend. Even Topher aka Wellington Ong and his published books have gone with the flow. Of course, many traditionalists will pout at not scanning physical pages. EBooks will never replicate the turning and feel of the pages or low eye strain. The book’s heft is both a pro and con. EBooks will save you lots of space, but hardliners would rather fill that void with copies. To paraphrase Air Jordan, there is no E in book, but there is in eBook.

P.S. I know there are other reading apps out there. Libby, BorrowBox, and IndyReads come to mind. However, these library apps have a limited selection and limited copies, too. I’m sure that I’m not alone in facing disappointment after a few searches. The precious eBooks just aren’t there. For new releases, there’s a long wait. Plus, you have an ephemeral time to peruse your loan. That’s a dealbreaker for me.

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Latest reads

This will be the year’s first reading list. Finishing books is like placing an order online. Turning the final page carries a feeling of finality. Months ago, I started off the season with another hoops eBook. DeMar Derozan is one the game’s deadliest perimeter shooters. In his candid memoir, he recounts his journey. From his youth in crime riddled Compton to his decade in Toronto, he provides an inside look. He recounts his shock at being traded to San Antonio. Of course, he foregrounds his battle with depression. Coming out was a watershed moment for a star black athlete. He’s gutsy. Michael Connelly’s latest was next. This time, I got the hard copy. The author is as sharp as ever. Even with Harry Bosch as a supporting character, Connelly remains a winner. Finally, Ray Allen’s digital memoir rounds out the trio. I got this from Kobo. These books were bestsellers on release. I read the first two a while back but couldn’t find the time to crest the third. Tried a few classics but got turned off. Like my previous inventory, I’ll proffer the best quotes to tell the story.

Above the Noise (Demar Derozan).

  • It didn’t matter which way you moved, I could never get anything but static snowstorm on the screen.
  • In the kitchen, we used an ice cooler instead of a refrigerator.
  • ‘I have no idea how the name (Deebo) followed me to the NBA.’
  • On meeting Sam Cassell: ‘I was being given access to the hoops brain of a real NBA player. It was like unlocking a new level.’
  • ‘Kobe was constantly giving out cues, like basketball was a fucking who-done-it mystery.’
  • ‘I’m a big sneakerhead – I have a whole closet full, every shoe you can imagine in every colour you like.’
  • On losing his mate: ‘I remember going to class the next day and looking over to see his textbook, pencil, and shit still on his desk like everything was normal. I suppose it was in a way.’
  • ‘Plus, across the court is one of the greatest players to ever play the game. Playing against ‘Bron seemed impossible.’
  • ‘I wanted my name to be intertwined with Raptors basketball forever…I was Toronto for life.’
  • I grabbed my cellphone, opened Twitter, and typed ‘This depression get the best of me’ and hit send.
  • ‘I keep hearing people refer to me as “the face” and I never had a clear-cut answer for what, exactly, that was supposed to mean, being a “face” of mental-health awareness.’
  • ‘When it was finally time to play in the Bubble, the atmosphere was bizarre. Playing an NBA game in a gym with nobody there was definitely a new experience.‘
  • ‘I still have bad days, but I feel more empowered than ever to keep fighting for the next one.’
  • Not only do I struggle, but when I do, the whole world sees it. My success is public, just as my failures are. It took me a very long time to accept that fact.
  • ‘Because I know from experience how inspiring that can be. Compton raised me. It taught me to be resilient, to experience and overcome hardship.’
  • ‘I still crave the sense of calm I’ve been chasing all my life.’
  • ‘Just like the stars, it’ll shine again tomorrow.’
  • Rating: 5/5

2. The Waiting (Connelly). Another easy read from my favourite crime novelist. I loved the busybody, Colleen Hatteras. She’s annoying but a change of pace from your regular Connelly villagers. The author keeps thinking up new ways to entertain us readers. At 403 pages and 56 chapters, there’s a lot to like.

‘A lizard, and he bought it?’

‘I don’t know, but it gave him a reason to drop it. I don’t think he’ll bring it up again.’

  • ‘Ballard got out of the Defender and headed to the back door of the complex. She was already exasperated with Colleen and the day hadn’t even started.’
  • ‘Are you trying to scare me?’

‘Uh, no,’ Laffront said. ‘Just trying to be inconspicuous.’

They spoke in whispers even though they were more than a hundred feet away from the Purcell house.

  • I’m fine, Harry.’‘For now. Just hurry it up.’‘Yes,‘I’m fine, Harry.’‘For now. Just hurry it up.’‘Yes, Dad.’
  •  …Think before you act. There are consequences. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The laws of politic are the same as the law of physics.’
  • ‘Colleen’, she said, ‘why don’t you go to your pod and get ready to walk us through what you found yesterday.’
  • ‘Colleen, how did you find him?’ 
    ‘It was easy,’ Hatteras said. ‘I just googled “Victor Best Hawaii,” and this page on the restaurant site came up. I wish it were always this easy.’
  • ‘She’s probably at home sulking because you’ve so mean to her.’ 
    Really? You think I’m mean to her?’ 
    Maddie smiled. ‘I’m just kidding’, she said. ‘She just gets too in-your-face…’
  • As she spoke, she casually reached down to the left cuff of her pants, pulled the Rugger from her ankle holster, and straightened up with it pointed at Bennett’s chest. 
    ‘My gun has bullets…and yours does not.’

Rating: 4.9/5

3. From the Outside (Ray Allen). In his inspiring memoir, the NBA champion talks about his work ethic, family, coaches, teammates, and playoff glory. He dissects his biggest shot, when he drilled the improbable three that effectively buried the Spurs in the NBA Finals. He gives us an insider’s look into basketball’s finest league. His stops in Milwaukee, Seattle, Boston, and Miami. His cat fights with Rajon Rondo and George Karl. Seems like he was always last to know that he was traded Lol. For such an accurate marksman, Allen was woefully underpaid and unappreciated by his teams. I’m surprised he didn’t vivisect the catfishing incident. Even at 400 pages, an easy read from a high-IQ basketball player. Wasn’t a fan though of Spike Lee’s foreword.

  • ‘I played in Milwaukee with a guy, Tim Thomas, who could shoot lights out, as long as he stayed inbounds.’
  • ‘People in the parking lot, I found out later, tried to get back in, but couldn’t.’
  • ‘As proud as I am to be an American, we don’t have a monopoly on the right way to think and live.’
  • ‘But if you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything.’
  • ‘Earlier, along the same lines, Doc introduced us to Ubuntu….The point is, to be the best you can be, everybody around you has to be the best they can be. Ubuntu became our mantra for the rest of the season.’
  • ‘If you are not content with who you are, a championship or any accomplishment, isn’t going to change that.’
  • ‘So that night, I’m not proud of this, I made sure not to break the record.’
  • ‘If I had been dealt to the moon, she would’ve said no problem, and gone to look for her astronaut suit.‘
  • ‘Was I shocked? Absolutely not. KG would’ve snubbed his grandmother if she signed with another team.’
  • ‘I’m not the most innately talented guy’, he told us, ‘but I have been part of winning teams. And if you win, you will have a chance.’
  • ‘The freshman is better than I was’, Tate said.
  • ‘No one, after all, is bigger than the game.’
  • ‘You become a champion the day you commit to giving your best no matter what the obstacles may be’

Rating: 4.8/5

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George Orwell Quote

‘Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past’.

You might have encountered this reflection in the past. It’s from the novel 1984, which has been adapted into film. I’ve reviewed the 1983 version on this site. The movie was notable as the swan song of the late actor, Richard Burton (pictured below with Elizabeth Taylor). I’ve never attempted to read Orwell. His prose is dense and full of description. Not my cup of tea. I’m not going to give a shopping list of the plot as I had already exhausted this in my 2014 review.

I saw this quote in Blake Crouch’s Recursion. The latter is about time travel. The line is circular. The past and the future. The present and the past. A play on time. The quote suggests that our hours are precious. Your past matters to your future. Your present and past are linked. ‘Make the most of now’.


The vicious cycle

Time, whether yesterday, today, or tomorrow, is vicious. We cannot stop the ticking clock. Neither can we resurrect bygone days. We cannot manipulate time, but only learn from our mistakes and grow. Be productive now or die trying. Accept and execute your responsibilities. Be kind to your elders, family, and friends. Stay healthy and thank me later. Read books. Travel the world. Plant trees. Build relationships. Avoid being bitter and obstinate. Fight for your principles. Pursue your dreams. Let nothing stop you.

We should be masters of all three timeframes. We cannot change the past, but we can make peace with it. We should give the present our all, as equals. Do not dread the future, but face it with a smile.

This is similar to the Deathly Hollows in Harry Potter. By bragging about the Elder Wand, the brother met his Maker. Ditto the middle child. Only Harry’s progenitor survived. Smart and quiet did the trick.


Transitory


Acceptance is paramount. We can’t be the fastest, brainiest, coolest, most gifted, or the cutest. We can’t live for 200 years, by the seashore or in our own manor. Can’t be the happiest souls on earth. We can’t win at everything. History is littered with skeletons of unrealised potential. In spite of this, we can change our perception. Make our liabilities into strengths. Maximise our abilities to help compensate for our shortcomings.

Orwell released his book in 1948. Animal Farm is his other great work. 1984 is not War and Peace. It clocks in at 348 pages. Some say his last spouse inspired the character Juliet. Before this, he focused on nonfiction.Orwell was in middle life when he offered his two greatest hits. In the land of the living, his days were eventful. Much like Ernest Hemingway, he had stints in various locales. He was a soldier in Spain as well as an in demand journalist.

‘Last seen’

Let us apply modern technology with analog. Before, I used WhatsApp to connect with my mates. These days, I utilise Viber. Both platforms have a ‘Last Seen’ feature. This shows the ultimate time that your contact was active on the app. George Orwell was last seen in 1950. That’s a very long time ago. Both of my parents weren’t even born then. That’s over three quarters of a century. Man hadn’t landed on the moon. Countries like South Sudan, Eritrea, and East Timor weren’t even present yet.

His neologisms are still in use nowadays. He is widely regarded as an elite British writer. Most of what the author wrote was prophetic. There is no East Asia. However, his vivid prose is a match for today’s milieu.


Blimey

I’ve consumed other great English authors. Off the top of my head: William Golding and The Lord of the Flies. Alex Garland, The Beach. J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter. J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord of the Rings. William Shakespeare. Bruce Chatwin. Others like Nick Hornby, Christy Lefteri, and Adrian McKinty are not as commanding but still delightful.

Funny how a book from the forties and WW2 remains relevant almost eighty years later. This is literature: it stands the test of time. Appreciated by all walks of life. Not that they are created equal. Some are more accessible. Others are an acquired taste. Not everyone will enjoy whiskey and rum. The same goes with these books. I’ve tried reading Camus, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Ernest Hemingway. Every book will render a different experience. Choose wisely.

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Scam of the Earth

Have you ever tried a chiropractor? Well, I signed up for health insurance because of it. Many years past, I joined BUPA extras as they offered chiro rebates. At uni, I tried out this practice downtown. They were on the seventh floor of an older building. I went there thrice a week and the results were very promising. My posture was getting better. Sadly, I stopped as I couldn’t marshall the time.

Twenty one six

In 2016, I returned. The licensee was still there but everything had changed. From the receptionist to the design, the facelift wasn’t subtle. The prices had gone up. Chiropractors are never good value. They charge you way too much for what’s essentially a three-minute spinal manipulation. In my experience, there was no variety in their ‘treatment’. Five minutes and you’re gone. They have been referred to as practitioners of a pseudo-science. No offence, but they’re basically quack doctors. Want results? Go somewhere else.

To be honest, I’ve seen more progress with acupuncture than this joke. The latter actually gave me a clear mind to tackle the world. In years of adjustments, my posture never improved. By heading to them, you’re only making them rich. It’s very much a one-way street. You get nothing out of it. Just the blind, unfounded hope that your back will ameliorate.

Miller Time

The only exception is Mike Miller’s chiropractor. Miller was a standout three point shooter who spent time with the champion Miami Heat. In the 2012 NBA Finals, he was practically in a gurney. Couldn’t play defence. Could barely run. Even the announcers were egging the Thunder to attack Miller as he was the weakest player on the court. The next year, after working with his chiro, he played all 82 contests. He seemed a different person. His chiro was really good, but the rest are serial thieves. In other words, nothing but scammers. As they say, they’re ’wolves in sheep’s clothing’.

Active Topher

Since stopping my chiro visits, I’ve been doing exercises. In the past month or so, I’ve seen improvement in my standing posture. This never happened with my chiropractor visits. Exercise adequately and religiously and there’s no reason why your standing posture would not resolve.

I’m glad with my progress. However, my sitting posture is a tougher nut to crack. I’m used to slouching on my high back chair. It takes a lot of discipline to repair old habits. Repetition is key.

Quackery

You’d wonder why only four or five unis offer chiro in Oz. Despite big returns, the profession has never caught on here. These clowns pretend that there’s something wrong with your spine. Subluxation is their blanket term for everything back related. These sadists are so professional that they think they could banish lower back pain. Please. They’re hardly better than those faith healers in Southeast Asia. The only difference? The inviting practice and awards on their wall.

After COVID, I decided that chiro was unnecessary. Without warning, I ceased going to the scammer. Mind you, he was very business-minded, always thinking of ways to fleece his unsuspecting clientele. I bought a few items. They were all rubbish and had no effect whatsoever on my back. Just a lame, pathetic excuse for more $$$. As they say, ‘There will be no fooling if there are no fools’.

In fairness, he was always nice to me. Supportive of my writing prowess. Grateful that I mentioned him multiple times in my memoir. That was because he was getting my cash. He has $$ for eyes. I only entered the dragon weekly. If you multiply that by forty weeks per year, it was a lot of dough. After twelve visits was the evaluation. He appraised my posture, which was always the same. To be honest, the whole entire fiasco was ludicrous. I gradually went less, before stopping completely.

He prided himself as the perennial front runner among Sydney chiros. He has been featured a few times on the news. Like me, a lover of books. We often chatted about our latest reads. Tuesdays with Morrie was his favourite read. I introduced him to Karin Slaughter and Michael Connelly. Gave him a copy of Andre Agassi’s Open. I also recommended a few series on Netflix. He didn’t get American Vandal. He did enjoy YouTube eps of Scam City. He should probably be the all in one antagonist. Originally from the States, we’re both dual nationals.

Imagine

Before this, I stopped turning up to the acupuncturist. These are inessential. If you condition your brain that you don’t need these services, then you won’t. You could straighten your back and sharpen your mind bereft of these wombats. These days, I only use my cover for dental and optical.

He told me a few times, ‘Imagine the millions we’ve saved by borrowing books at the library’.

To paraphrase this, ‘Imagine the millions who weren’t saved by turning up at chiropractors.’

People are gullible. We want such quick fixes that we don’t recognise a placebo. That’s the perfect term for chiro: an unproven, unregulated, silly, unnecessary joke. Weird Al Jankovic would be proud.

Weird Al Yankovic
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Kitty Toughpaws

She was my sister’s classmate and friend

Pestered Ate Jacky that was the trend

During my days off uni, I answered the landline checked out the tease

‘Could I speak with Jacklyn please?’

Said this in her thick Indo accent

I always passed her the phone, even as she mimed wildly to show her dissent

Chick had a ton of problems a pity

The most trivial was her pet, Kitty

Named the feline after Salma Hayek’s character thought it sounded good

Told sis that Kitty doesn’t eat cat food

Many times, Atw tried ending the powwow but Erin won’t take no for an answer

She was hell-bent on disturbing my diligent sis like a strike of thunder

Erin was irritable and impatient

Always spoke too fast, her temper ever-present

Soon, sis had caught her tone and copied Erin’s form

I’d ask a simple query and the tempestuous manner became her norm

She’d pick on me, ‘Prince Christoff and Princess Erin’

I hated it Erin was okay but not my mandarin

Having a kitty as her best bud didn’t help matters

Seemed like the feline was the only critter who tolerated her lack of manners


For years, they had no contact, until they bumped into each other downtown

Erin held back tears; Kitty had gone to heaven and left without another frown

Later, Erin would get married and have her own family

Hope she’s no longer disrupting her mates found a new duty.

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Tomato Rice

A few times, we ordered tomato rice with crispy chicken supporting the local enterprise

Got this from the Viet restaurant down the road

They served it hot and the carbs reminded us of Java rice

They put lettuce and sliced carrots to goad

Of course he had other items, I counted at least seventy

Had menus and his wooden tables could fit fifteen

Despite his beautification, didn’t attract plenty

A Buddha statue peered atop his canteen

I didn’t know the owner’s name and never asked

His pho was okay his competitors had queues

We bought beef and chicken pho banal but always made sis plussed

The meat, bean sprouts, mint, and lemon took away our blues

Another Viet eatery proclaimed, ‘You will pho-get your worries’ years ago, we went there for my birthday supper

He watched Man v Wild told me he loved the adventure

Had a thick Viet accent and pronounced his s as t not a bother

Months later, he sold his shop will prolly get a new denture

Mum beheld his wife while crossing the street

Her face scary a veteran of plastic surgery

At a local cafe, I bumped into ‘Tomato Rice’, though I didn’t greet

He drank black coffee wasn’t creamy gave me a toothless smiley

Did not front a new place

Anyhow, he could not best the newer and bigger establishments

His wifey needed more dough to improve her face

He’d have an uphill battle, in spite of his ornaments

Halong Bay, Vietnam

His fare sophomoric but good value

Never mixed up our orders, used fresh ingredients, and had fast service

Can’t say the same of his neighbouring restaurant, to which accuracy they must pursue

These dishonest joints should be put on notice

My anecdote reveals a dog-eat-dog world

Too much of the same fare and ‘Whack! You’re gone’

Shame the axe fell on Tomato Rice’s head this had him whirled

I’m happy to have been a customer as, in the end, we had some fun.

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The Process

Writing a poetry collection is arduous

The culmination of bits and pieces, months and years, make you cantankerous

For me, writing poems began in sixth grade

Got the highest marks in my Filo class though I did not pen a dirge

She became my mentor, asking me why I didn’t join the school paper

I wasn’t as confident then needed a revamp

In high school, I wrote a few and a couple were published in our school organ

Beyond this, I was never a prolific poet, until now

My verses and output piled up, time to give them a new home

To dream bigger, pen more, and mow

In this book, I’ve utilised five rhyming schemes

The best way to navigate the rough seas

Couplets, alternate rhyme, haiku, free verse, and reverse consonance

I owe Doveglion for introducing me to the amphisbaenic rhyme it clicked

I also authored two verseless pieces, a nod to his minimalism

He’s an iconoclast, from his poetic genius to his life in the States, exiled from mainstream

Like me, he adapted to the West and assimilated to its culture

A pioneer in English poetry for Pinoys, a keystone, and rock

I also thank Jose Rizal, whose work inspired me to pen Mi Primer Adios

His life was remarkable though his demise, sad

Was wise beyond his years, penned a poem as an idealistic schoolboy

Rizal made the most of his opportunities yes

My poems fill the entire page

Brevity has never been my getup

Being multilingual, there are Spanish, Filipino, and Chinese phrases

All the better for my readers it’s a sweep

The first section

Collating, writing, and editing your book require a great deal of dedication and patience

Like any milestone, you must work for the crop

If you’re smart enough, your poems will be considered literature

You have to accept, scribble, and play your role

Some entries may be personal or tributes, others are a bit short

The quality of words are what matter, you’ve aced the test

I’ve drawn from my heroes, wandered into their worlds

Taken the plane, stole their thunder, and balanced on the see-saw

My work is never superficial, ‘There’s more than meets the eye’.

Musings draft 2 (currently editing 3.0)
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Five strengths

Share five things you’re good at.

  1. Writing prose and poetry. Might have mentioned this gift on my site. Since high school, my composing has been my go-to talent. I’ve won contests, published books, and aced English exams. See also: Topher Wins. You need only look at my blog. Whether stories or verses, fiction or essays, I keep recalibrating my next hurdle. Coming soon: writing for the stage. I have some ideas for a play.

In terms of fiction, I’ve released a story collection. Nonfiction? One memoir. Poetry…is on the cards. Authors can’t be one trick ponies. We must adapt and grow. Kurt Vonnegut and Albert Camus were versatile. They published manuscripts across the board. Vonnegut never won the Pulitzer or Nobel Prize; Camus did. They remain popular decades after their demises. Incidentally, Vonnegut was deployed as a soldier overseas, like Ernest Hemingway and Jerome David Salinger. The former’s novel, Slaughterhouse Five, problematises this experience.

2. Editing. Of course together with writing is editing and proofing. They’re related but different. Both time consuming, the two require a certain skillset. You can be a plus writer but a subpar editor. You’ll be hard pressed to find a mediocre writer and gifted editor. If you’ve finished your book, there are licensed editors for hire. I’ve mobilised two in the past. Others work in offices around town. They sit poring over a range of works. Some are workmanlike while others are polished. Some writers deserve ‘constipated thinking’ comments; some are an A minus. They detest adverbs and verbosity. If I had my way, all sentences could be shortened. A nose for the news is essential in reporting. An eye for detail is paramount in editing.

I read my classmates’s work before.

‘Human beings have been talking about the third world for decades.’

Simplistic and not chiselled. Thus, I got a higher mark. Viewing these arguments honed my editing skills. Like spotting zebra stripes, you must master your grammar.

I was examining an unpublished novel. I told the author that I’d replace all the em dashes with single quotes. That’s the way it should be, I told him. Was one of the most sleep inducing proofing I did. I was surprised that I didn’t conk out while replacing hundreds of dashes.

Editing

3. Remembering. My long term memory is very good, if not excellent. I could recall conversations from fifteen years ago. I know the names of my classmates and advisors from primary school and beyond. On my Spotify, I’ve got the songs that I listened to while growing up. At times, I sing along. I can recall all the NBA champs from the eighties onward. I remember the price of my clothes and shoes, though purchased ages ago. Where I bought them as well. As a kid, I could replay, word for word, the tapes that I listened to. Once again, please refer to my eBook, Topher Wins. You can grab your copy here:

Topher Wins: How I notched up an 8.5 Overall Band Score in the IELTS Academic

4. Directions. While holidaying in Melbourne, my direction skills impressed my friend.

‘You’re better than Google Maps’, he told me.

We found our way to the Gold Mine in Bendigo. Had a few minutes before the tour started. I was wearing the wrong attire with suede Converse shoes and brown chinos. I had on a blue marle jacket. We went down twelve floors in a claustrophobic lift. The kid was annoying. His father asked this tourist where he was from. He said that the Tokyo trains were packed like our lift. There were two Japanese tourists. See? I remember the bits and pieces. In case you’re wondering, I did not refer to my blog post on Bendigo. This trip is going on nine years.

5. Mental math. I’ve impressed a few souls with my mad skills. In third year, the valedictorian was my seatmate. She asked me a complex calculation, which I answered promptly. Without using any calculators.

‘Ang galing mo naman sa mental math’ (You’re really good at mental math.)

‘Di naman masyado.’ (Not really.)

I routinely compute with my mind. Why bring out your phone when you could solve it yourself? Media devices have held us hostage. Technology, our first and last resort. Using track changes is sweet but nothing beats editing the printed word. Authors avail of proof copies for a reason. Before the typewriter and laptop, authors penned hundreds of pages by hand. They used Mongol pencils to sift through the manuscript. If they could inscribe and proof with rudimentary materials, then so can we. Analog technology is underrated. In an era of iPhones and smart watches, it pays to be open-minded.

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One Day

If you could be a character from a book or film, who would you be? Why?

Jamal Wallace is my obvious first choice. However, I’ve mentioned him too much in my writing. Meanwhile, I saw the series One Day on Netflix. Based on the popular novel, Dexter is the male lead. To many, he’s unlikeable. A ladies’ man, a flawed character. He knows that he wants his best friend, but his frailties keep getting in the way. In college, he was popular and hung out with the in crowd. He had great PR skills but also had narcissistic tendencies. He had little regard for the women that he hurt. By the series’s homestretch, he had become a full-blown junkie. He liked to show how cultured he was and that he hung out with the hottest, artsiest creatives. His best friend thought he was detestable.

Mayhew

Of course, I’m none of the above. On paper, I bear little resemblance to Dexter Mayhew. In school or college, I wouldn’t call myself a campus figure. People knew me, but I wasn’t the face of the school. Not a dancer, singer, or painter. I served during First Friday Mass. Instead of crafting portraits or cavorting, I wrote articles. I had none of Dexter’s PR or wooing skills. Yes, I had crushes in school and at uni, but I didn’t act on them.

I couldn’t get how others could multitask. For me, romance and my studies didn’t go hand in hand. Though not distracted, I wasn’t an outstanding student. I rarely topped exams and didn’t set the bar. However, I read lots of books. I have a higher IQ than most of my brainy peers.

The Taster

I’ve mostly been sober. I had a phase where I’d try different beer, lager, and cider brands. This wasn’t good for my health, so I halted it. I don’t name drop to impress others. I’m just an ordinary denizen, but like Dexter, I can write.

Emma Morley is his fictitious best friend. He meets her on the last day of college. She’s more of a nerd and doesn’t hang out with the cool kids. Initially, he wanted to sleep with her but their relationship soon turns out to be platonic. The next day, he chases her to get her number and they reconnect through the years. The series is titled One Day as it occurs on the same day (Emma’s birthday) every year.

One Day a year

The series is tragic. Like ‘Life is what happens when you’re not paying attention’.

Dexter takes Emma for granted. Once he finally follows his heart, it’s nearly too late. He pays the price for his arrogance. Life’s too short to dawdle. Every day counts and every week matters. Do what you can today, because tomorrow is not guaranteed.

The concept of setting aside a day for years reminded me of the South African doco. They met up every seven years. High school reunions are every ten years. Our grand reunion is twenty five years. I have mixed feelings about these homecomings. I wasn’t particularly close with my classmates. Some of them wouldn’t be too happy to see me, and vice-versa. Among my peers are quite a few doctors, a lawyer, many registered nurses, educators, pharmacists, etc. Only one of them has published a 300-page book.

I’m sure it’s going to be a bragging session. Who earns the most. Who’s travelled where. Got the cutest kids. The fanciest cars. The coolest job. It’s supposed to be Pax Benedictina. Ora eat Labora, prayer and work. We’re supposed to be humble, but you know that’s not always the case. Even if I live in Sydney and have published books, I prefer a more laidback approach.

The Unrest

I feel sorry for those that couldn’t make it in person as they conked out too soon. Last month, one of them visited me in my dreams. Dad told me to pray for his soul. Trying to be a good son, I nodded along. Deep down, I have NO intention to follow through on my promise. He’s deceased for a reason. Maybe, had he been a better person, he wouldn’t have to cameo in my subconscious. He didn’t treat me very well, so why should I?

I hope that I don’t end up lovelorn like Dexter. Nothing more heartbreaking than going home to an empty nest, the love of your life gone too soon.

Human nature allows us to think that there will always be another chance, another day. We become complacent, sheltered, even spoiled. What if, like my frenemy, your time runs out? What if right now is the only opportunity we’ll ever have?

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