Yuletide Buys

Generally, Boxing Day (BD) is Australia’s biggest shopping frenzy, even wilder than Black Friday. The best deals are on and buyers have marked this day red on their calendars. Before, trading commenced at 5am. Only the malls downtown were open. Once, my family went in at around 6am. We visited Myer, Pitt Street Mall, and Broadway Shopping Centre. We scored many bargains. These days, shops open at 7am or later. More importantly, the madness is now not limited only to the city centre. BD is also known for its great sporting tradition. The Boxing Day Test between Oz and India attracts tens of thousands. The Sydney or Hobart yacht race is a world class sailing tussle. To prove this, Rolex is the major sponsor. This year was one of the deadliest, with two participants going to heaven.

Pre-Christmas shopping spree

I did most of my Christmas buys BEFORE the 26th. David Jones sent us some vouchers. We snapped up a beard brush and Natio shower gel. The latter turned out cheaper at Amazon, but at least we used our coupons. JB HiFi also sent out a voucher. We got some pens and printer ink.

Days before the 25th, I got a new WordPress plan. This was my present to myself. Previously, I was on the Personal plan. By moving to Business, more options are at my disposal. They offer a two-year plan and it wasn’t peanuts. However, I’ll do what I can to enhance my writing opportunities.

On Monday the 23rd, we went to Bankstown Central. There, we chanced upon this bin that was perfect for my room. It had an eye catching diamond design and was made in Turkey. In a light grey colour, I got it at a good price.

The Apple Bubble

I bought an iPhone 14. I would’ve gone for the Plus but they did not stock that. They had two colours: midnight and starlight. I opted for the former, not that it matters. This would be lost in the phone’s cover. The 15 has the same amount of RAM and screen size, only utilising a more advanced chip. Of course, it will be supported for a year more than its predecessor. I found Face ID to be a game changer. No more drying of hands and awkward pressing. The screen size is middling. For that price, you’d have wanted something more substantial. Regardless, it feels like a premium phone as opposed to a solid midrange Android. See also: my last mobile, an Oppo Reno 11F. Reno’s have Touch ID integrated inside the screen. Handy. Battery was good. It was to get two major Android updates. All in all, a quality device…except it wasn’t an iPhone.

Returning to the Apple ecosystem is nice. Once you try it, staying is very tempting. Many years ago, I bought my first iPhone. It gave me 3.5 years of service. Before, at Myer, I grabbed the 64gb version. Nowadays, their entry level iPhone has 128gb. This is less than the Reno (256gb), which also had 8gb of RAM. In case you’re wondering, the latest iPhone sports 8gb of RAM. The sixteenth edition has a slightly larger screen and improved Articifial intelligence (AI) features. Since the 15, they pack twice as much battery cycles at 1000. Battery health and cycle count is also visible, negating the need for a third party app.

Since the iPhone 12, they’ve come with 5G. Having owned many 5G handsets, you’ll really feel the difference on Apple’s signature mobile. Others may have more RAM and screen real estate, but lack the smoothness of an iPhone. Moreover, the 14 offers eSIM support. This is convenient with service providers who aren’t available in retail stores. You could also utilise two sims at once.


I’ve downloaded 20 apps on my phone. They vary from fast food to productivity apps, Spotify to Protonmail. I have Flybuys and Woolies, David Jones and Afterpay. Brave is my default browser, although I use Google as my search engine. Other notables are Facebook, Qantas Pay, Webjet, Messenger, and Country Road. All these apps are optimised for iPhone.

Aside from the premium phone, I picked up a black Gecko case from the same store. It was 30 percent off. Unlike others, it had textile material instead of PU. This reminded me of my old iPad case. We had a look around the mall and the cheapest was $25. Others were $30. The front had a lizard outline, reminiscent of the tuko (gecko) in the Philippines. The flap is unideal, but I’ll live with it. The case comes with two card slots whereas others have three. This is more than sufficient, as I only need it for my Opal card.

Fahrenheit 26/12

On BD, we wandered at Castle Hill. The new Metro impressed my dad. It reminded him of ones in Taiwan and Japan. It was a hit with passengers from all walks of life.

I bought this lass a gift. I asked the staffer if they stocked the item. He was positive that they didn’t. I told him that I spotted it on their website. He checked and found out that they had one left. Had a look round the display and I beat him to it. He told me that he’d bring it to the counter. Admitted that he didn’t know they sold them. At the counter, I told the lady that they brought it in for me. She went to the back and scoured for clothes. When she returned, I pointed it out. At other stores, it was the same price. Unlike their competitor, I earned Flybuys points for this transaction. That evening, I bought a printed case from Amazon, with a lovely nature design. The order would arrive within three business days.

Today, I had a look at scents online. She was particularly keen on this high end fragrance. At David Jones, I smelled it and wasn’t convinced. She’s a fan of lighter floral perfumes. While out during BD, I tried Chloe, her favourite. Quite minimalist, the original didn’t blow my mind. Earlier today, I kept reading good things about this other scent. Buyers rated it 4.7/5. Considered a luxury brand, though not as dear as Penhaligon’s. I tested the fragrance and verified the rave reviews. The scent was sought after as two were left. I bought it on the spot, my first in-store payment using my new iPhone.

Los Fam

For BD, I yearned to head out early. Things didn’t go as planned. We did not make the 8am opening. The clothing racks told the story. Like a blustery tornado, only the really large sizes were left. The frenzy had come and gone like a deadly typhoon. That’s why I wanted to come in at 8am. Given, I have a lot of stuff already. Summer doesn’t last long and, by mid-March, we’d be going back to jumpers and knitwear. At least I got my main gift, though this is hardly a surprise. I also spent quality time with my fam.

Stifler, este, Topher Claus is coming to town. Ho ho ho! Belated Merry Christmas!

Stifler from the American Pie film series

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The Brightest Day

Today, 21 December, marks the summer solstice. For the uninitiated, the latter is the southern hemisphere’s longest day. This usually occurs in late December. Representing the peak, daylight is lengthiest. In Sydney, that means fourteen hours and twenty five minutes of sunlight. From tomorrow, the number decreases. While this is transpiring, the North Pole experiences the reverse. Eskimos in their igloos will find out that they will have the year’s shortest day. Since the forecast is sunny, Aussies from across three time zones will be planning their next foray under the sun. As I was editing this piece, a fellow author from Scotland posted about the winter solstice. We follow each other’s blogs. Coincidence, perhaps?

Another year around the sun’

This event is dependent upon the earth’s revolution around the sun. Last year, the solstice took place on 22 December. This varies between state capitals. This year, Hobart clocks in at the longest, with fifteen hours and twenty two minutes of daylight. Melbourne, Canberra, and Adelaide follow suit. Brisbane has the shortest in the group, at thirteen hours fifty three minutes.

As mentioned, daylight will gradually reduce. Nights will slowly become longer, until the winter solstice in June. By then, daylight savings time will long be over. Before five pm, darkness will have arrived.


Two stories

The year is divided into two. For the first half, the eastern hemisphere faces the sun. Hence, the longer days. Meanwhile, the reverse is true for the western half. Away from the sun, their days are shorter. As the Earth revolves in its axis, this phenomenon is gradually upended. In case you’re wondering, 7:19pm was the precise time in Sydney where the Sun is closest all year.

While we are basking in sunlight, our northern brethren are enveloped in darkness. As they say, ‘There is no light without darkness.’

These two halves are microcosmic of life on earth. See also: good and evil. Morning and night. Yin and Yang. Land and water. Air and ground. Desert and jungle. Water and thirst. Offence and defence. You get the drill.

This occurrence has been happening for Millenia. The borders and our attire may have changed. The surroundings may have been updated. Our primal urges and needs remain.


A Tale of Two Christmases’

My former chiropractor had the luxury of experiencing multiple Christmases in both the States and Sydney. He spent twenty five years in the US, and the rest in Oz. When asked which edition he preferred, he answered, Sydney. Christmas is bright and sunny, unlike in his homeland: cold and dreary. The days are long and the people are out. The weather is perfecto.

Perhaps the arrival of the summer solstice would make us take an inventory of our affairs. This year, how much progress have we made? Have we put a smile on others’ faces? Made our part of the world a better place? Accomplished our goals?

The news reported how a billionaire giving away money in western Sydney. Of course, one doesn’t need to be a big shot to serve the community. In the long run, doing little things could make a big difference.

The tortoise and the hare

Life is about getting out of our shells. Remember the race in the fable? Are we tortoises or hares? Did we follow Prometheus’s lead? Calculated the risk by angering the gods? Will we still bring back pasalubong? This doesn’t mean going on a plane as the local Santa. Remembering your immediate family would suffice.

Our journey is also about wins and losses, and the space between them. This event confirms that we are in for the long haul. At first, the tortoise seems like an insult to compete in the dash. However, he knows his limitations. He does not let them define him. The rabbit is so confident that he naps for ages, convinced that the turtle will never beat him. Slowly but surely, the ninja turtle flips the script. He finesses the hurdle and outpoints the hare. Let the solstice be a reminder of the consequence of time. We will never get back our twenties, fifties, and eighties. The days may be fast, but the years drag on.


One Fine Day

The summer solstice happens but once a year. Ergo, avid watchers could be forgiven. Best not to miss these happenings. It may not be as rare as a blood moon or meteor shower, but taking part in history has its advantages. No two solstices are the same. To paraphrase J.R.R. Tolkien, one solstice to rule em all.

Twenty years from now, we’d ask ourselves where we were on this day. Would it be particularly memorable? What would stand out: our activities, attire, or company? Will we have a eureka moment that would change the course of history? Or just another banal day in the grand scheme of things? Would our memory be so good that we could recall the songs we listened to on the auspicious day? Is it worth writing them on our journals, or on the Notes app on your Apple device?


Summers with carabaos

I am used to long days. In the Philippines, it was either hot or hotter. In summer, temps nudged forty degrees. The season meant mangoes, the beach, books, and ice cream. The NBA playoffs were in full swing. The contenders and pretenders would be revealed. The Yuletide season did not fall on the hottest months. Unlike in Sydney, there was no summer solstice or daylight savings. Brightness did not cease at 8pm, even on very humid days.

During summers, it seemed like everyone was out and about. Of course, this was a long time ago. No one would get vitamin D deficiency. These critters were active. Compare that to the kids here. They play with their Switch, iPads, Lego, or computer. As a result, the streets are lacking our youth.


Christmas habits

We are four sleeps away from Christmas Day. Time to listen to Yuletide songs. On the 24th, tune in to Carols by Candlelight. Take part in secret Santa. Attend Christmas Mass. Celebrate with the fam, before fighting the Boxing Day crowds. In ten days, 2024 will be history. We turn over a new page and prepare for the challenges and victories ahead.

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Meat on Repeat

What are your feelings about eating meat?

To eat meat or not, that is the question. Humans are the earth’s apex species. We have dominion over land, sea, and air. Since prehistory, we roam the planet and pick our next meal. We have transitioned from shabby attire to Polo Ralph Lauren, from abacus to M4 Macs. Our diets have changed and a plethora of races begat an embarrassment of cuisines. Some have gone vegan while others remain pescatarians. Some are low-carb while others fast due to religious reasons. However, meat remains a staple in western diet. People love their carne. We couldn’t have enough fried chicken, roast duck, lamb and a barbie. There are hotdog sizzles during Australia Day. Lamb roast or carved turkey on Christmas. Steaks and beer or bangers and mash at the pubs. The list goes on.


Watershed

Vis a vis humanity’s progress is the ethics of animal welfare. During a talk at uni, this guy told us that the movie Apocalypse Now was the watershed moment. Since then, movies included the line, ‘No animals were harmed in the making of this production.’

Some people do not eat pork as they have their reasons. The same goes with chooks. In Hinduism, cows are sacred. Meanwhile, Muslims won’t touch pork. Vegetarians are more common in the west than the orient. The same goes with carnivores, a rarity in eastern cultures. Christians famously abstain from meat during Lent. For forty days, the hard cores go meatless. Others only eat filet-o-fish on Fridays. Looking at the queue for seafood, it kind of defeats the purpose. Some people end up with bigger bellies on Lenten Fridays. Hmmm.


Carne

So what constitutes a carnivore?

They subsist on meat, seafood, and dairy. They do not touch carbs, sweets, or juice. They drink water alone. In general, they avoid fruits and veggies as doing so would foment issues. They believe that our ancestors lived this bare bones lifestyle. This is nothing new.

Carnivores are very minimalist. They use the least ingredients possible for their own homemade ice cream and cakes. Butter is often paired with meat for their meals. They allege that butter, with two or three ingredients, is healthier than the seed oils used outside. As such, they’re quite consistent. Meat, fish, and butter make them happy.

They offer up the benefits. Their diet’s collagen is anti-ageing. Their immune system is robust. If they stick to meat, they seldom get acne. Likewise, they do not fart.

Of course, saying no to burgers, cake, chocolate, and ice cream is difficult. One day, you’re eating Red Rooster and the next one, you’re guzzling steak and butter.

‘Say goodbye to your memory’, este marmalade. As they say ‘It’s a process.’

‘Rome wasn’t built in a day.’

The same holds true of carnivores. I admire their self-control, as saying no to most of the above ain’t easy. Imagine saying no to fast food for weeks, months, and years. Who doesn’t want to binge on Popeye’s? Or try the secret item at Jollibee? Doctors and authors like Jordan Peterson fly the carnivore flag. They usually have high cholesterol, but they still put on a brave face.


Not fussy

Personally, I’m a fan of red meat. Even as a child, I enjoyed it. Relatives have noticed that I eat a lot more meat than average. Carne fuels us, with all its protein and fat. Beef has long been recognised as very filling. This would give you more energy than chicken or pork. Meat is versatile. You can use it in soup, stews, stir fried, or roasted. This comes in many varieties, just like the fish in the ocean.

People say that white meat is healthier than red meat. We should opt for chicken and turkey instead of lamb and beef. I’m all for this argument. We should be vigilant with what we consume. This doesn’t mean counting calories. Rather, we must ensure that we’re eating nutritious food.

Growing up, I wasn’t a fussy eater. Not high maintenance nor did I have a restrictive diet. At uni, I didn’t complain about lunch. When I went to the food court or the mall, I longed not for better fare. Watching movies with my friends, I always bought Japanese food. Though there was Maccas and KFC, I did not get tempted.

In the Philippines, we ate beef, chicken, and goat. We avoided pork. In Sydney, we would chow roast duck as well. Turkey breast. Grilled lamb. I have no qualms about consuming osso bucco, lamb steak, or Peking Duck. There’s nothing wrong with chicken soup or congee. A well-done rump steak keeps the hunger pangs away. I’ve grown attached to the evening ice cream. Juice would be hard to surrender. Like my sister, I enjoy cakes. Not to mention carbs like pasta, bread, potatoes, and rice. Once in a while, I fancy fast food. Every day, I have enough serves of fruit and veggies.

Over the years, ham and sausages was most of our pork purchases. We rarely buy pork steaks. Recently, we’ve stopped buying ham as it’s unhealthy. We still get hotdogs, but beef ones. This is a conscious effort, not religious abstinence.


The ethics of meat eating

Some people cite ethical reasons for avoiding meat, or limiting their consumption. As they say, ‘Each to their own.’

I’m not sold on either. Going all meat isn’t wise. Neither do I aver that going meatless is plausible. Vegetarians and carnivores are both extremes. The consensus is that the Mediterranean diet is the healthiest option. Anyhow, I’m happy with the status quo. I’ll let you know if I crave some lamb shanks.

P.S. Tell me what you eat, and I’ll tell you who you are.

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The Chill Meals

What are your family’s top 3 favorite meals?

Eating right is important. I watched Supersize Me at uni. Generally, anything eaten in excess is no good. This doesn’t just apply to fast food. Too much carbs would tack on extra kilos. Excessive nuts may cause zits. Load up on fresh milk and you’ll have a runny tummy. And so on. Strike the right balance and have a bit of everything. Fresh salads and fish. Steaks and brown rice. Wholemeal bread and yoghurt. Seafood and leafy greens. Our diet is not spotless. I’m not bragging or lying about what we often have. Just sharing this snapshot to my readers. While these are recurrent, we don’t have spag bol on repeat like that ad. Here are our top three meals:

  1. Grilled salmon with brown rice and veggies. (Occasionally with ontama)

A healthy choice. Through the years, the price of salmon has shot up. Before gobbling your fish, know the right pronunciation. In Oz, we enunciate it as sah-mon. My dad told me to be aware. Is the fish caught wild or farmed? The former is better, meaning that it was from the ocean.

As per above, we always have our catch with brown rice. Rarely, we’d pair it with white rice. We used to combine it with broccoli, cucumber, or gourmet tomatoes. Sometimes, we’d pair it with a ready to eat salad. At times, the leftover fish would be made into fried rice. Nowadays, it goes with coleslaw and baby spinach.

The biggest issue is getting the right texture. Yes, salmon can be eaten raw as with Japanese cuisine. However, not overcooking is the best practice. Make sure that it’s a wee bit juicy, but not too soft.

Salmon is rich in good fats and collagen. We always grill it; we never fry. As per above, we sometimes pair it with a half boiled egg or ontama. Just like the Japanese. You could add cabbage with sesame sauce. This fish is perfect for supper. Unlike steak, it won’t fill you up.

A friend said that it makes her happy. Another pal says that he used to fish but could only bring home trout. They cooked it as you can’t it eat raw. They returned a lot of the inedible pufferfish to the river. He wished they caught some salmon so he could it devour it on the spot. I corrected him that salmon is a saltwater fish, not fresh water.

2. Stir fried scotch fillet with brown rice and salad. Along with porterhouse steak, scotch fillet is one of the supermart’s more expensive beef cuts. Regularly selling for $40+ per kilo, the meat is very tender. Save yourself the hassle of a knife. It takes a few minutes to cook a slice. We stir fry the fillet, with a good helping of spices. We then serve it with the aforementioned veggies. Lately, we’ve been having more spinach than broccoli. Unlike Popeye, we get the fresh spinach not the canned variety. The jury’s still out if it makes us stronger. Before, we paired it with tabouleh, Caesar, or Greek salad. Why buy those mixes when you can create your own?


Unlike salmon, cooking scotch fillet is more straightforward. After washing the meat, slice them. At the same time, cook the spices. Then dunk the beef onto the pan. Wait until it’s cooked, before doing the same on the underside. After about six minutes, it’s ready to serve.

Aside from scotch fillet, we also prepare rump and porterhouse steak. These portions offer the best value, dollar for dollar. Rib eye and others, at their price, are impractical.

3. Chicken wrap with hummus.

We got the idea by buying wraps from Manoosh. It’s simple, with protein, lots of lettuce and onions, and some tomato. The wrap is spread with hummus, garlic aioli, or tzatziki sauce. It’s toasted. The price has gone up. Trying it at home makes sense. Buy the wholemeal wrap, some lettuce or spinach, plus tomatoes. Don’t forget the hummus or spicy dip. The former is the healthy pick. More nutritious than garlic aioli, and on par with tzatziki, if not better. Put them all together, heat in the microwave, and presto, el wrappo.


Of course, you can opt for the white wrap instead of wholemeal. As they say, ‘Different strokes for different folks.’

For the meat, you can use chicken, whether wings or drumsticks. Beef is not good for supper as it’s rather filling. If you’re having a wrap, it’s best not to drink fruit juice or iced tea as you’ll be loaded on carbs. The same with milk. Better chug aqua or coco water. Or beer, if that floats your boat.

Honourable mention: chicken afritada. We have this with potatoes, spices, and carrots. Heaps of onions. Sometimes, we add capsicum.

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Black Friday 2024 (Aussie edition)

Black Friday (BF) is the US’s biggest shopping day. Say no more. Here, retailers have caught on. This year, many stores have started their BF deals a week earlier. For the uninitiated, BF unfolds on the day after Thanksgiving, the fourth Thursday in November. So what did I purchase at the sale? Last week, Coles were offering a discount on their digital Amazon gift cards. It was ‘bargain berserk’. The fun lasted for three days and netted the jungle company a few million. I bought $200 worth of gift cards. I paid for an annual Prime membership, saving $40. Parking Amazon gift cards is imprudent. From now on, I’d only buy Amazon gift cards to use straightaway. I took a pass on this heavily-reduced, blue Lacoste hoodie. I nabbed two basswood blinds off eBay. I didn’t have the tools to install them. Last night, my request to cancel the order was granted. Had they despatched quickly, I would’ve been screwed. I appreciate the seller’s humility and consideration.


Tales and Timepieces

I also bought this zillenial blogger’s poetry ebook. On WordPress.com, we follow each other’s sites. I was keen on how my verses stacked up against hers. So far, I haven’t read it. I’ll discuss in more detail the perks of being a Prime member. Unlike Netflix, Amazon isn’t available across the globe. I thought of getting this Tissot Powermatic, as there was a one-day sale. However, servicing the watch would be an issue. Plus, I already have a Japan-made Seiko 5. Though more accurate than the latter, what would I do with two timepieces?

Overrated

For the past two years, we’ve maintained both OnePass and EBay Plus subscriptions. Last year, we ordered a bit from eBay. We got mobile cases, perfumes, a few CDs, two mechanical watches, and a koala design water bottle. From OnePass, it was garments, CDs, bath mats, and a digital weighing scale. eBay Plus has become stingy. The Plus vouchers are becoming impractical. The only redemption was selling your stuff online. We offloaded five items. Good riddance. For $10, it was okay value, but not great. At $20, we renewed our OnePass until September.


Amazon value

DoorDash drove me to Amazon. Stay a prime member, and the former is free for two years. That’s a $240 saving. Since Prime costs $10 a month, it offsets the membership price. You can access Prime Video, their streaming service. There’s heaps of Amazon Originals as well as other releases. On top of that, you nab three months’ free Amazon Music. Finally, Prime members enjoy same-day shipping on many products.

In the last quarter, I’ve seen that music streaming is pragmatic. Their libraries are massive. If you’re looking for an obscure song, Spotify will have it. However, Amazon has a smaller catalogue. Still, the best artists, albums, and their biggest hits are at your fingertips. You can create playlists and read lyrics while listening. Amazon also has a ton of musicians’ trivia. I didn’t renew my Spotify upon joining the Amazon ecosystem. We had a memorable three months. I synced almost all my songs, artists, and playlists from Spotify to Amazon. The process was quick and painless. Sweet. In total, I got six months free from the two music apps.

Around Oz

Seems like every store out there is dangling a BF carrot. The usual suspects: supermarkets like Coles. Myer and David Jones. Other heavyweights like Kmart and Target. Mid sized retailers like JB HiFi, Officeworks, and Harvey Norman. The Apple Store. Pharmacies like Chemist Warehouse and Priceline. Accessories stops like Strandbags. Online marketplaces like eBay, Kogan, and Catch. Fast fashion like H & M and Cotton On. Shoe stores like Hype DC…’and a partridge in a pear tree.’

Two weeks ago was Click Frenzy (CF). In recent years, the online only sale has branched out. They now include Mayhem in May, Click Frenzy Travel, and Julove. However, the Main Event remains their showpiece. Again, they featured a massive array of brands across many categories. Travel, menswear, shoes, pet stuff, bags, homewares, and technology, to name a few. CF collates these deals and directs you to the retailer, just like travel booking sites.

For me, this Black Friday was low-key. Last month, I got my new iPad and a grey case. This weekend, the device was $400 online. The case’s price dropped by $12, but I needed it right away. I got my new trimmer from Shaver Shop. I have enough clothes and sleepwear to last me a while. My sneaker collection is more than adequate. Ditto my caps and backpacks.

Black Friday 2022

Two years ago, I made more orders. I bought this Rodd and Gunn nubuck shoe and a leather kit from Myer. I purchased a Superdry hoodie and some pj’s from Catch. The former’s sizing ran small so I returned it. I ordered a cap from Rodd and Gunn. The fourth one was from iHerb, shipped via DHL.

BF offers the most generous pre-Christmas savings. In the US, BF sales are the year’s finest and provide the biggest bargains. Australia is not on par with our Yankee brethren. There is still massive savings to be had. The shopping extravaganza continues till Cyber Monday (tomorrow). The queues and demand in-store prove that we have come a long way. Gone are the COVID lockdowns and social distancing. If you’ve been holding out on scoring something, now’s the time to pounce.

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A Rare Dialogue with ‘The Comma Poet’

If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why?

For me, Ernest Hemingway is the most obvious choice. He didn’t pen a dozen books, go to wars, and travel the world, if he wasn’t a gifted wordsmith. However, I’ve already detailed his existence in my review of his doco. So let’s opt for another prolific writer.

Story Writer

For the past few years, I’ve allotted some time for crafting short stories. Most of these tales are similar to my first story collection. They depict the Pinoy spirit, at home and abroad. Most are loosely based on my own experiences living in two contrasting countries. They cover a variety of themes. Love and hoops. Friendships and teen angst. Schoolmates and college. Sydney and Pinas. See also: Merlinda Bobis.

The latter is from the Philippines. She has published many works, and we share our expat themes. I tried reading her story collection, but it was very much literary fiction. Thus, I had to put it on my DNF (Did Not Finish) section.

No offence, but this is too niche. Since you’re talking about an exotic, faraway locale, you’ll risk losing your readers. Bobis is the rare compatriot who got an audience writing about the migrant experience in Oz. They say ‘Write about what you know.’

If I may, the rejoinder is: ‘Best to be inclusive with your market.’


Poetry Phase

At the moment, I’m going through my poetry phase. Given my current thirst for stanzas, Jose Garcia Villa (code name Doveglion) is that historical figure. For the uninitiated, the appellation combines dove, eagle, and lion. When thinking about great Filo poets, he is in a league of his own. His works are required college reading. He was known as the comma poet for his inordinate utilisation of commas in his body of work. As early as year 8, our English teacher mentioned him. She told us about his two famous works. The first was ‘The Bashful One’, an ingenious creation that had no further text. She informed us that Bashful means shy.

She also pointed out ‘The Emperor’s New Sonnet’. This one references the children’s story, where the titular character was fleeced and was caught starkers. As with Bashful, this one was so minimalist. Though containing ZERO verses, critics, teachers, and students have been talking about these for decades. As Sean Connery once exclaimed, ‘They just haven’t been saying anything.’

Masterclass

Drawing from Jose’s brilliance, I’ve already plotted out two poems in the vein of his masterclass. The first is a pastiche of three artists: a playwright, Doveglion, and a lost boy. I wish I could submit it to a poetry contest, as I think it’s brilliant. However, I don’t believe a verse less entry would even be a dark horse for the title. Definitely something to mull over for later.

At the University of the Philippines, Jose was a contemporary of Angela Manalang-Gloria’s. They vied for the literary editorship at The Philippine Collegian, the university paper. The latter ended up in the role for two years. Gloria’s poems are likewise studied across the archipelago. Her writing career was cut short due to personal tragedies. Gloria’s late daughter was my aunt.


Stateside

Meanwhile, the comma poet brought his talents to the States. He did his postgraduate studies in New York’s Columbia University. Carved out an illustrious career. Got published in major literary mags. By his mid-twenties he made the switch from writing stories to poetry. A Guggenheim Fellow. Released collections of stories and poems. He also worked as a teacher. For his oeuvre, he was recognised in 1973 as a National Artist, among many other accolades. Earlier, he read Law, before shifting his major to painting. Yet, by the 60s, he had ghosted the literary world. Maybe he should’ve hung out with J.D. Salinger as both were disillusioned elder statesmen in the Big Apple.

Having provided a bit of background, what would I ask the ‘Pope of Greenwhich Village’? For starters, why was he only a fiction writer? Had he tried long-form nonfiction? Was he an early riser or a night owl? Did he liked bringing his fam to the movies? What did he love most about writing poetry? Who proofread his output?

Stream of Consciousness

Did he follow any sports? What was his favourite team? Did he ever catch a game at Madison Square Garden or Yankee Stadium? How much were the tickets? Did he eat a lot of fruit? Which fruit did he prefer? What’s his favourite dish? Having emigrated to America, did he go for Pinoy or Western cuisine? I have a hint here. He married an Anglo-American and they had two sons, so I’m guessing he went for Western gastronomy.

Was he carnivore or vegetarian? His diet wasn’t too bad, as he was in the land of the living til almost ninety. Had he met Robert Frost in person? Did he liked listening to jazz? What was his favourite fast food outlet? Did he see much of the US? The Old World? South America? Did he travel often? Did he prefer planes over the subway? What was his secret to a long, eventful life? Did he like summers or winters? Heat waves or the snow? Having moved to upstate New York instead of the tropics, he clearly went for alpine weather.


What hobbies was he into? Did he like fishing? Playing cards, chess or scrabble? In his youth, how many books did he average? Who were his favourite authors? Did he prefer the beach? I would like to see his paintings. What did he illustrate? What made him pursue fiction, then poetry? Who inspired his works? Advice on women. He studied high school at UP. Was he a high achiever? How was he as a parent? In today’s literary microcosm, would he take home some coveted prizes? A century on, would his early work be normalised, or still be too controversial? For sure, today, he’d garner an honorary doctorate or two.

What’s his take on climate change, solar panels, and carbon neutrality? What does he think of the current Knicks and Yankees iterations? How would he budget in today’s cost of living crisis? Like me, will he still maintain private health insurance? What does he think of the state of Filo poetry? In his opinion, nowadays, who is the Pinoy poet to beat?

Trailblazers

I know enough of Doveglion to understand that he MATTERS. His views struck a chord with me. His life in NY intrigued me. He is no Hemingway. Brought home neither the Pulitzer nor the Nobel Prize. However, together with Nick Joaquin, they set the tone for Pinoy literary pioneers writing in English. Reading about him, you’re sure to absorb his conceit like a sponge. Vale, mi idolo.

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‘Strange Nights’

Note: This account is based on a past friendship.

He lives with his mum in Fairfield, NSW. They’re neighbours with my auntie. Parents are long divorced. His younger brother, Clement, has since worked in the UK. Nerdy, he went to school in local Fairvale High. Dabbled in odd jobs before studying again.

I met Mick during Orientation Day. He thought that I was Malaysian. In turn, I assumed he was Filo. Turns out he was Indonesian.

Later, I saw him before our first Media lecture. This time, he initiated the conversation. I was wearing my black cargo pants, silly since it was summer. He was more appropriately dressed in shorts. He rocked up with his black laptop bag. Yes, I really recall those small details, though it was a lifetime ago.

In 2008, Twilight was a big hit. I told him about this biting incident in the US. A chick told her friend that she wanted Robert Pattinson to bite her. A nearby bugger then bit her on the cheek.

‘Is this real?’

I nodded.

I shared this Filo-Aussie bloke in Sydney who murdered his whole family.

‘He first killed his sister since she dobbed him in. He was failing his course.

‘Then he murdered his mom when she came home. Finally, he terminated the dad, who put up a fight.’

He was gobsmacked.

‘Gosh,’ Mick told me as he touched his cheek.

That night, I also shared this hostage tragedy in Manila.

’Yes, ma’am’, then-city councillor Isko Moreno told this reporter. We both laughed.

Once, he told me that this young Hollywood actress had done a bit of plastic surgery.

‘I think it’s unnecessary,’ I said. ‘She’s already attractive.’

We watched this thriller film as Valentine’s Day approached.

‘I’m thinking of buying a Valentine’s present. We can go together if you want.’

I tagged along to a small store in Burwood Plaza. He told the saleslady what he was after. She presented him with a small stuffed monkey climbing a tree. Mick and I shared a laugh.

I loved picking his brains on movies. For instance, he told me that The Time Traveller’s Wife was an all-time fave.

‘It only got mixed reviews.’

‘Movie critics are just spoiled for choice that only something really original would get rave reviews.’

The Austin Powers films were his favourite parodies.

‘Have you seen A Lonely Cow Weeps at Dawn?’

‘A Lonely Cow…’, I parroted. We both grinned.

‘I like the title.’

Another time, he mentioned Full Body Massage.

Seeing my smile, he told me that it was a ‘sensual film.’

‘I guessed that from the title.’

He’s seen every Bond movie and goes to the cinemas with his dad.

‘One vodka martini with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken not stirred.’

I gave him good recommendations. I mentioned this seventies coming of age film.

‘What’s the title again?’

The Harrad Experiment,’ I answered. ‘It stars Tipi Hedren.’

The name was foreign to him. Had I mentioned Don Johnson, it might have rung a bell. Though I was critical of the film, he was intrigued.

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Keeping in line with sensual films, we talked about other titles in the genre. After a few, he settled on In the Cut.

‘I guess in Western culture, they are more lax about nudity,’ he told me.

I asked of this Sharon Stone film that I saw on free to air.

‘It’s a thriller movie.’

‘Well, you can say that about a lot of her movies,’ he told me.

He admitted that this inclination toward sensual films are our ‘guilty pleasure’. When Seth Macfarlane sang ‘We saw your boobs’ at the Oscars, it was as if he was referring to our viewing habits. Just kidding…

He likewise asked me about one Gry Bay.

‘Is she a celebrity chef?’

‘No,’ he responded. ‘She’s a Danish actress.’

I laughed at the irony. He had recently seen one of her movies.

‘She cooks a lot of spices,’ he told me.

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In December 2008, he invited me to his birthday celebration. Upon seeing him, I gifted him a mailbag. We did some mini golf with two other friends. He had preferred laser-tag but needed more players. After an hour of putt putting, he drove me to a Strathfield restaurant. There was a lull of about half an hour. We were waiting for other guests.

‘I’m sorry it’s gotten quiet,’ he told me.

Soon, his friends Yen and Billy arrived. Big Adam and Dan followed. We discussed our studies. Billy did not complete year eight.

‘You better get cracking,’ Adam told him.

Billy assured him that he was happy with his job.

We had wagyu beef at the Korean place, which we cooked ourselves. I was uneasy with chopsticks. When we ordered drinks, Yen and I got iced tea while everyone else got Cokes.

‘Sharing is caring,’ Yen told me as she passed them.

Yen got an offer from both Eastern Sydney Uni and our current institution.

‘Why didn’t you pick Eastern Sydney?’

‘If I’m going to study, I just prefer the better uni.’

‘That’s discrimination,’ Adam said. ‘People have this notion that Eastern Sydney’s inferior. Truth is, when a course starts, only a handful of students would actually finish.’

Adam’s schoolteacher vibes were apparent.

Later, we decided to get coffee. After all, it was a warm Saturday night. I told them that I had to go. I left in a rush.

Mick was shocked. He thought I knew how birthdays here were done.

He went after me, telling him that I forgot to pay.

‘How much was it?’

We settled the meal at around thirty dollars. He gave me change.

He had invited a lot of people but they begged off. Initially, I didn’t respond to his Facebook invite; he called me.

Also in 2008, FB had this thing. A friend would buy another, with the ominous tagline, ‘Y has bragging rights forever’.

The friend’s profile pic is hidden behind bars. I got in on the craze and promptly locked him up. I did this to my other friends too.

The next year, we headed to the beach. I brought a lot of snacks. We swam a few times but mostly sunbaked on the shore. I bought this hotdog with a bit of barbecue sauce. Mick, in turn, got the popsicle. After downing the sandwich, I had some sauce on my chin. I didn’t realise this until we got in the car. He decided not to tell me.

Seth McFarlane as Oscars host

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Since Mick and I were close, he shared some secrets with me. He occasionally got insomnia. This started in high school. His day would kick off while it was dark. At first light, he’d head into the park to do some calaesthenics.

During his early morning walks, he would meet dog lovers. Most pets were furry and their masters, friendly. Some owners were seniors; others, workers. One of them was a filmmaker at UTS (University of Technology Sydney). The guy told him that existentialism wasn’t taught at unis in the state. Mick joked about making a doco featuring the little critters.

This senior had a cute Siberian husky. The owner told him that the news agent would give her treats because they thought she was lovely.

When asked of his religious affiliation, he told Mick, ‘I’m a non-practicing atheist.’

Initially, he also stayed in touch with the Brother. They met during an uni event. The senior would often start his days by swimming. Already in his seventies, he had a Balmain house.

At the end of the week, he would be dog-tired. I did recall one time when we saw Up. He fell asleep during the movie.

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Rafa Nadal was his mum’s favourite player.

‘He plays very passionately,’ he said.

‘That’s why he’s always too sweaty.’

At the time, Roger was the all-time slam record holder.

‘Eventually, Rafa will overtake Roger,’ he told me.

Later, our conversations moved to instant messaging. We would discuss familiar topics: new release movies, TV shows, actors, filmmakers, the happenings in our lives.

I started this trend in our threads. I would end with a weird emoji. Sometimes a pineapple, other times a banana. In turn, he’d respond with a koala or watermelon.

Later, he told me that his cousin was mistreating him.

I blocked her, he wrote.

This is too much, I responded. I’ve just had a long day and I can’t handle this. Talk to you later.

I mentioned Sofia Coppola’s debut feature. He loved Lost in Translation. The scenery in Tokyo, the pace, the dialogue, everything just mesmerised him.

Do you remember the stockings scene?

Of course, he typed. That was so memorable.

Earlier, while at uni, we would occasionally talk on the phone.

I invited him to a movie session.

‘Let me check my schedule,’ he said.

After about ten seconds, he told me, ‘I’m free. My week is all clear.’

I resisted tittering.

A couple of times, he would house-sit for friends. This was before COVID, so he would head near the city to protect their lairs.

His friends had a cat.

‘I have to feed him twice a day,’ he said.

‘They’re not very useful companions,’ I admitted. ‘Dogs are a lot more helpful.’

He reiterated that he preferred to play by the rules.

‘I don’t get how people skirt the guidelines. I get Netflix only. When it’s not there, I buy the DVD.’

’You’re doing the community a lot of good.’

Even before, he had told me how he would download songs only from iTunes.

‘I don’t see the point of going with the crowd’, he said.

Later, Love, Simon became his new pick. He liked how the movie keeps you guessing. More importantly, he could relate to the central relationship. This was one movie he doesn’t mind rewatching.

‘I even bought the book,’ he said.

‘I got most of my stuff from Fishpond’, he said. ‘I’ve got a lot of books and DVDs that my collection is almost not manageable.’

‘You’re one of the few people I know who still buys books,’ I said.

‘I guess I like the thought of being the first person to read the copy.’

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Sandra Bullock arrived all dressed up for the Razzies. The infamous awards are for the year’s worst actors. I shared how Ben Affleck broke his Razzie. They presented this to him, barging in on his interview. We both chuckled.

’For what role was it?’

’Gigli’, I retorted. I pronounced it as ‘Gee-Lee’.

He then corrected me as ‘Giggly’.

I said nothing. He needs to check his offline dictionary.

Another time, I saw this Aussie crooner surprising the judges at Australia’s Got Talent. Overweight and not much of a looker, his rendition stunned both the judges and the audience. The next day, I mentioned this to Mick.

’Yeah, I remember that. I was flicking through channels. I saw someone that fits that description.’

I chuckled but he didn’t.

‘I don’t get reality TV,’ he said. ‘This guy shows up and he’s a joke. Then later, he has this amazing singing voice. Far out.’

He also liked saying ‘Ta’ instead of thanks or ‘cheers’.

Once, he asked me if I was a dual national. I confirmed this. He says that there’s no such thing for Indonesians and most of Southeast Asia.

We had a lot of fun times. Both Asian-Australians, we graduated from uni on the same day. In truth though, Mick is more westernised than Asian. He eats and acts white. He doesn’t eat rice with KFC chicken. Doesn’t like liver or tripe. Joker was our last movie. We haven’t been in touch. Fine by me.

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Cobra, why?

What are we to make of snakes? Not your average pet, they’re not as popular as cats and dogs. Instead, we see them in zoos and reptile parks. History is littered with cautionary tales of the serpent. (See also: Adam and Eve).


As a kid, we watched this Saturday evening story about a man-eating snake in Mindoro, Philippines. It was part of Magandang Gabi Bayan (MGB). The snake’s huge body alarmed onlookers. At the time, a villager was missing. The eagle-eyed citizenry put two and two together, pouncing on the reptile. When slain, they tore open its belly. Surprise! Inside was the villager’s corpse.

The next week, we talked about the story. Our teacher, Mrs. Esguerra, gamely joined in the discussion. Sitting at the last row, I was wary that an anaconda might gobble my gulliver off. Some pedagogues would go straight to the lesson. Not Mrs. Esguerra, our class adviser. She was four-eyed and that year, she retired. 

She showed us how to deal with problem students. When the scalawag misbehaved, she just ignored him. When disruptive, she said that the boy might be a school disrupter. However, in most other environments, he’d be royalty.


She told a World War II story. Back then, she was a kid. The murderous Japanese barged into their home. They laid waste of everything as the Esguerras crouched in fear. One of the Nipponese soldiers came out with a urinal.

Mangkong Pilipino maraki sa lahit!’ (Filipino cup, bigger than everything)

He then drank from it. As a child, I took it in. A few years later, I began to doubt its veracity.

Mrs. Esguerra was known for being kind and gentle. Many moons ago, she had taught my father. Even as she aged, she remained cool and calm. She adopted this girl, who became our schoolmate. We ran into her in the playground.

Mrs. Esguerra had a going away lunch. We brought some items into class to celebrate her coming retirement. I was lucky to be one of her final students. I told my mum about the event but I forgot to include the word ‘retirement’. Others brought noodles, garlic bread, fried chicken, etc. A classmate brought some water. My dad said that their business was on its last legs.

When I told her of the retirement bit, I should’ve communicated this better. My former adviser is in her eighties now, if she’s still alive.

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Rolando Gillete was a high school batch mate. We were once gym classmates. He posed on Facebook with a massive snake. This drew attention and likes.

‘The snake’s not moving,’ one of the commenters pointed out.

Rolando was cool, though a handful. He was on the swimming team, but chose basketball. By junior year, he had cracked the varsity rotation. As a senior, he was the starting guard on our high school squad. I often saw him in pickup games around campus.


Anyway, before starring on the varsity, he saw a ball lying around. He was near mid-court. With his right hand, he flung the ball to the rim. Nothing but net.

The onlookers were impressed. When he was gone, one of them joked that he had been slinking off since early morning. He had practiced the shot a hundred times.

Later, a similar thing transpired. President Obama had picked a ball and shot it one-handed from beyond the arc. Swish. This time, the practice rejoinder made sense. The campaigning leader, unlike Rolando, didn’t have time for full-court action.

Snakes are part of Philippine lore. An urban myth held that a business tycoon had a snake for a son. The man (bless his soul) had everything. He was born with a silver spoon. Yet this could not avert his fate. There was a change room incident. The son-snake almost masticated on a young Showbiz starlet. Almost. Thankfully, she escaped.

The urban legend inspired a matinee program. I watched this while munching on Piattos. On the show, a guy was at the movies when a snake loses the plot. He gets gobbled in three bites. Another time, a patron is watching a flick when he notices slithering behind him. He gets out his hammer and was ready to murder the serpent. The dad, played by Tirso Cruz III, grabs him and prevents the deed. Now that the patriarch is gone, I wonder who would look out for this scaly family member.

A bigger name in snake land is obviously Nagini. Lord Voldemort’s trusty sidekick has slithered his way into our imaginations. Slytherin, one of the four Hogwarts houses, has a serpent in its insignia. Indeed, snakes feature prominently in the Potterverse. After all, Harry could communicate with them. While cunning, Rowling portrays them as smart.

In high school, I woke up early and caught this sensual Pedro Almodovar film, Hable con Ella (Talk to her). A guy consoles his lover after a huge snake threatens her. Though a dated picture, I’d definitely recommend that flick.


More recently, the popularity of Cobra Kai on Netflix has highlighted snakes to younger audiences. The show is an extended coda of The Karate Kid franchise. Over three decades since the latter’s release, the show brings back familiar faces. At the same time, Cobra introduces new ones. The dojo’s mantra is, ‘Strike first. Strike hard. No mercy.’

The All-Valley tournament is resurrected. A lifetime ago, Daniel LaRusso emerged victorious. The show foregrounds a new generation of karatistas. Cobra is a must-watch for snake fans. Aside from martial arts, the series has healthy helpings of humour. Upon witnessing a nerd karate chop some bullies, I got off my perch and started swinging my arms wildly. In the process, I almost hit my dog, Morlock. Just kidding…

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Snakes don’t only reside in the animal kingdom. They exist in popular culture and are almost always the enemy. Very rare is the day when a snake is your friend. Many movies have portrayed serpents as cunning. My friend Ritter once told me that Snakes on a plane was formulaic.

‘They need to think of better enemies than those snakes.’

‘They released a new sequel, Snakes on a train.’

‘Snakes are so uncool. They must try harder,’ he told me.


In the Philippines, this film was called Zuma. A scary guy had a yellow snake draped round his shoulder. I think Rolando was channelling him. Playing on cable TV a few times, I found it sophomoric.

This sexy film had a Casanova (Gardo Versoza) with a few girlfriends. A snake bit one of the lasses in the thigh, which led to her demise.

Armaconda was the greatest snake movie never made. For your information, the title is a portmanteau of Amageddon and Anaconda. The feature would’ve starred Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez, or Bennifer in short. Affleck would battle snakes in outer space. He would save humanity from Doomsday. He’d also rescue Jennifer from sneaky crawlers.

In Nokia phones, the popular snake game has you eating the apple as you keep growing. The snake must only go in open territory, otherwise it’s game over. The pad’s direction keys would direct the serpent. The thrill of besting the high score was always invigorating. I would bump this up from 700 all the way to 1400. Other schoolmates were in on the craze. The trick was going on a zigzag to maximise the space. With a new high score, the sound effects were cool. So popular was this basic game that the company brought it back to their 4G handsets.

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Serpents are often maligned. They are wiley man-eaters. They’re venomous and home wreckers. They’ll strike when you look away, hiss, and bite like they meant it. They’re lethal in crunch time like the late Black Mamba. One thing though: they’re consistent. While they’re pigeonholed as the villain, they do get much exposure. As they say, ‘There is no such thing as bad publicity.’ 

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The Garage Man

James was his first name but we christened him ‘Jackfruit’

Conked out in our toothless neighbour’s laundry room, until he had to scoot

Penniless and homeless, Jackfruit was going back to sleeping rough

Seeing him pack up brought me great sadness, offered our garage knew he had it tough

The pauper beamed and kept stuttering his thanks; he couldn’t believe his luck

Transferred his stuff to the man cave, sung ‘The Piano Man’ he’s out of the ruck

His new ‘palace’ offered a table, working lightbulb, and lockup door for privacy

He bathed inside, thanks to a handy tap just sidestepped the late Mr T

For over thirty years, that oldie made complaints; may his soul rest in peace

A bucket of aqua and a bar of soap were enough no need for four-star amenities

His cousin, a wealthy and seasoned builder, looks down on him

Has a phobia for homeless blokes whose situations were so grim

In the garage, he left his motorbike, chic and modern

Later, with the scooter damaged, my stomach churned

I told Jackfruit that I didn’t touch it said he trusted me no need to explain

Who would ruin the peasant’s wheels? ‘These sadists’ are inhumane

He put on a tee and kept on scratching

Replaced it but guess what? Same problem, after five tops, he was fuming

A neighbour passed by; I told Jackfruit not to approach him but he stopped heeding

‘Mate, my tees are all itchy.’

‘Sorry to hear about that, matey.’

Reminiscent of ‘The Itchy and Scratchy Show’, yet he retained his neck, hair, and ears

Some critters don’t have arms and legs be grateful, no tears!

My room’s door acted up and should be replaced

Couldn’t solve the conundrum so asked Jackfruit hoping I’ll be amazed

Two hours later and a litre of juice, he seemed in need of a nap

Halfway through, he looked gassed it was too much he had to start and stop

Though he huffed and puffed, Garage Man did a half-assed job

I bought a large ALDI doohickey then ran into a prob

The required assembly was beyond me contacted Jackfruit for assistance

Took one look, surveyed the landscape, he was on to it without hesitance

For over three hours, he worked on and off finished a large bottle of lemonade

Upon inspection, I tittered wouldn’t display that joke at the promenade

Our neighbour, his ex-housemate, had been homeless like him

The couple discarded Jackfruit like an old hoops rim

He’s lived in ‘Struggle Street’: a backpacker’s, public park, desolate cavern, even on a beach

His ambitions aren’t grand: a roof over his head, sustenance, some winter knits

No dreams of writing the great new Aussie novel or his ‘home improvement’ going viral

Never mind a surfeit of tees, jumpers, and backpacks his conditions are basal

Ancient nomads roamed lightweight and maintained an ascetic lifestyle

The drifters subsisted no lottery or Facebook; with stones and fire they were mobile

Did Jackfruit visit the lib? Used desktops? Did he take public transport, instead of his own ride?

Lingering questions, as Garage Man spent a lot of time outside

Was he searching for surplus bread? For lost family? Did he get fresh air at the seaside?

As a Christian, does Jackfruit attend Sunday service?

One thing’s for sure: his bucks weren’t enough for groceries

Always a gamble, bringing a stranger to your abode

You wonder if they’re going into Twilight Zone mode

Gradually, along the river of time, our relations turned sour

When he said adios, some of his possessions were left behind I was dour

Contacted me, Garage Man would pick up some stuff

I ghosted him and was intentionally gruff

He mentioned moving to Queensland

Why was he heading there? He loved the heat and beaches, and would pick fruit at the farmland

Flawed Jack the Rover battled trying circumstances

His auspicious days behind him, long lost are his potential and happiness

He used the garage for sleeping and his morning feed

Without any obligation, I lent a hand, will gladly help someone in need

Our paths crossed for a year but I’m grateful for that time

Wishing him the best of luck and may his future be golden and sublime!

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October 2024 reads

This marks my first inventory after August’s Winter Reads. I’ve crested three more. First was Storm Child by Michael Robotham. The Aussie crime maestro shines with this page turner. With each entry into his series, he raises the bar. Further to this, I deconstructed Anthony Keidis’s Scar Tissue. The 2004 memoir packs a lot and offers insight into one of our foremost rock bands. Finally, I delved into another memoir. The Mozart of Basketball gives an inside look into Drazen Petrovic’s life. The latter was one of the NBA’s preeminent European cagers. He paved the way for future Euros. Draz was the first born and bred European to be an All-NBA selection. As a nationalist, he represented both Yugoslavia and Croatia. To add colour, I will focalise quotes from the three books, rather than the garden variety recount. So here they are.

Storm Child by Michael Robotham was the year’s cleverest read. The novelist is nowhere near as popular as Grisham or Dan Brown. He makes up for it with his heavy dose of references and humour. To be honest, not the most painless exercise but worth it. The following are some quips from his latest work.

1. We wait in a patient lounge decorated by posters of healthy, attractive people doing active things because they’ve been vaccinated…or have eaten five serves of vegetables a day.

2. ‘…the storm has created a strange twilight, which is not of this world, or the next. Maybe we’re trapped here, waiting for the ferryman.’

3. Evie whispers, ‘She’s lying!’ and dips a spring roll into chilli sauce.

4. ‘And a tattoo…Popeye the Sailor Man…but it didn’t make me want to eat spinach.’

5. ‘Finn admitted to being involved in smuggling.’

‘Was that before or after he blew his head off?’

6. Ogilvy has a hard-on for Florence. I mean that literally. He keeps adjusting his crotch like he’s turning a sausage at a barbeque.

7. Wearing waders that make them look like Oompah Loompahs.

8. ‘No, I’m careful and methodical because I’m a professional investigator, not some amateur, poor man’s Poirot, who randomly hurls criminal accusations at politicians and public figures.’

9. She’ll get through this. We both will. Mutually assured survival.

10. ‘And I will remind Addie every day, of the people who came before her and made her life possible.’

Rating: 4.8/5

Anthony Keidis’s Scar Tissue highlights his boyhood, early struggles, drug use, and romantic relationships. Very little on his songwriting or creative process. More is allocated on his band members’ struggles with sobriety. He talks of his conquests and failures. His rehab stints, going cold turkey, and relapses. His insatiable thirst for his next hit. Regardless, he’s a very switched-on writer. The book is chock full of lovely vignettes. Call it a guilty pleasure. The memoir will be adapted into a biopic and is in production.

  1. ‘I never missed school. It was important to me to be a straight-A student. In a way, I was a rebel by getting good grades, because most of the stoners and druggies were getting no grades.’
  2. ‘A rich family in Hancock Park needed a dogwalker for their two German Shepherds.’
  3. ‘…So I came up with the idea of picketing the store. We made up some signs that said UNFAIR BUSINESS PRACTICES. DANNY IS A GREEDY MONSTER. ‘What the fuck are you little punks doing? Get out of here before I break these signs over your head.’
  4. ‘No, I’m serious about this. It should be okay, but I have to check with my astrologer first’, he said.
  5. ‘This young hippie girl walked backstage. She had brown hair, was really pretty, and had these huge tits that kept poking out through her tank top that couldn’t help but be in everybody’s face.’
  6. ‘Now I felt that I could write anything – a melody, a rhythm, a lyric – and go to this new friend of mine and sit down and when we left that session, we’d have a song.’
  7. ‘At that point, we decided that we’d rather cancel the dates than present a half-assed version of ourselves.’
  8. ‘Oh, Mr Keidis. My bad. I’m sorry, sir, excuse me for the interruption but I really have to tell you that this is a really dangerous area so you might want to exercise caution around here. You have a good night now.’
  9. Former guitarist Dave Navarro: ‘Fuck you guys! How can you do this to me, you motherfuckers!‘Dude, there’s no band here’, I said. ‘When was the last time you showed up? You’re making a solo record, you’re off getting loaded. You’re not really into this anyway.’
  10. On guitarist John Frusciante. ‘I don’t care if he was a genius or a fucking idiot. He was rotting away and it wasn’t fun to watch.’
  11. ‘She’d lie there steaming in bed over a fight the size of a ladybug.’

Rating: 4.2/5

Todd Spehr authors The Mozart, which unpacks the legend of Drazen Petrovic. This is the list’s second ebook. Robotham’s was a paperback. Draz was the league’s first Euro star. After a very successful career across the pond, he brought his talents to Uncle Sam.

In the L, he started out as a catch and shoot benchwarmer. He was on a stacked Blazers squad. In his rookie year, they reached the NBA Finals. By his third season, he became the Association’s purest shooter. In New Jersey, he had a star turn. He was paired with forward Derrick Coleman and guard Kenny Anderson. They formed a formidable young trio.

In ‘93, he was snubbed on the all-star team but made All-NBA. He championed Croatia, his homeland as it fought to break away. At the 92 Olympics, Petrovic led them to a runner-up finish. During the offseason, he passed away on an autobahn. Napping, he was not wearing his seatbelt. Draz was posthumously inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame.

Did you know? The author is Aussie. I loved his scoop on the fallen hero. Sometimes, the number of characters can be confusing.

  1. ‘There are great teams in the European league,’ Peterson told reporters after the game, in a sentence that became famous. ‘But Petrovic is a one-man team.’
  2. ‘The type of effort where an extravagant nickname like Mozart seemed appropriate.’
  3. ‘…the language barrier, as at first Petrovic’s Spanish was limited, but grew exponentially in a very brief amount of time. Over the season, he became quite fluent.’
  4. ‘The Prince does not go down,’ a local told McCallum. ‘Larry Bird goes up.’
  5. ‘The nature of the case led to a bizarre courtroom scene. With the involved parties located in Portland, New York, and Madrid, three local lawyers were quickly engaged to represent theNBA, ACB, and Real Madrid. However, none of these lawyers had much familiarity with their clients or their cases by the time they convened in a courtroom some week or so after the lawsuit was filed.’
  6. ‘And what came with Petrovic’s scant early-season minutes were questions and puzzlement.’
  7. ‘It was a reprogramming of his thinking; to ready himself to shoot the ball before the ball found him.’
  8. ‘Petrovic had never wanted to be Glouchkov or Martin, he had wanted to be the first success story, the first to break through and change the attitudes held over Europeans.’
  9. And find Petrovic pedaling furiously on a stationary bike, covered in sweat. ‘What are you doing?’ Dalatri asked Petrovic. ‘I ride the bike everyday for an hour, sometimes two,’ Petrovic answered.
  10. ‘In Portland, he did not have difficulty fitting in. It was a veteran, professional, and businesslike group, and they respected his approach and work ethic….’
  11. After containing Reggie Miller: ‘Dance motherfucker, dance!’ It was Petrovic. The room erupted in laughter. It was, to those in the inner sanctum, a seminal Petrovic moment, one that was not to be forgotten.
  12. The Celtics were his fave team. ‘I remember you, I remember you,’ Petrovic would say to Carlisle, waving an imaginary towel above his head.
  13. ‘Daly had a very keen sense of- a heightened sense among his contemporaries – that coaching was less about the coach himself, that any measure of success started and ended with the players.’
  14. ‘By the time Szalantzky left, she and Petrovic had established a mutual attraction for each other and were on friendly terms…They remained in contact after Szalantzky departed for Europe.’
  15. ‘There were to be reminders of his life everywhere. Drazen Petrovic was not to be meteoric, his life quickly forgotten.’

Rating: 4.8/5

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