Gossip Time

I’m in a restaurant having lunch. This table has four seats—two seats on both sides. A woman walks in, observes, and finds that almost all tables have one extra seat apart from mine. She comes over, says hi, and proceeds to direct her sister to this restaurant. We’re not talking. The sister walks in, clearly […]

My boss isn’t around for days. I’m having a long lunch session today. My special friend called me in the morning requesting to meet me because he misses me, but I know he’s lying. He probably has a complaint about something. I’m in this small, cozy restaurant that I probably can’t afford anything past juice,

Mmmhhh… You’ll say I love gossip? Yesterday, I attended a birthday party. Everything started innocently enough. The music was good, the vibe was right, and my only mission that evening was to shake properly. And believe me, I delivered. My behind went up, down, up, down, left, right, left, right, down, up. You people think

Things have defeated me. I’m now helpless. If you see me quiet, just know things have defeated me. From last week, I’ve been having a very big problem with my stomach — serious constipation. All home remedies have been working at a snail’s speed. Warm water with lemon… nothing. Crushed black lemon in warm water…

Stop there! I know what you’re already thinking. You think I’m wearing those adult diapers that Ann brought? Please! No. I’m perfectly fine. She left with them. Ann is just… Ann. That woman is a walking pharmacy and supermarket in one. She always has something for every situation—bandages, Panadol, diapers, umbrella, even a Bible for

Come ye all, O brethren and kindred of mirth, enter into the dwelling of the queen, that we may laugh together at the small woman whom I shall call Small. This weekend, I attended a birthday party but don’t be fooled. I wasn’t a guest. I was the waitress, cleaner, security guard, MC, and gossip

I told you I gathered three gossips this weekend. This is gossip number 2. Inside the living room, on the corner to the left near the kitchen entry, sat two couples. I couldn’t tell whether they were already dating or just testing the waters, because their body language seemed strained. So, I positioned myself strategically

I was having lunch in a small café—or maybe it was a restaurant, or hotel… I honestly don’t know. The place was empty and quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that lets you hear the owner’s thoughts arguing with themselves. Then a young woman walked in, wearing Bluetooth earphones in her eyes—well, almost. She