When I was younger, I was told that all I had to do was my best; that if I poured out my all, then things would be mine. That if I worked hard, and kept my head low, and made the right calls, then the right choices would find their way to me. Life, I've… Continue reading The burden of choice
Tag: love
Mama’s first love
I'm never going to be ready for this conversation. It's the last day of the year and while people are quietly celebrating their victories and successes (the same thing I have tried to do that fateful day -- Instagram's Post a Picture/Video trend was a great way to look back to the last year and… Continue reading Mama’s first love
You were good to me
in all ways, Nami. No one would get my moods better than you do: my random decisions to stay in despite having promised to go on walks or runs, my spontaneous desires to play basketball while you run around the court, chasing birds and sunlight, you understood it all. Remember when Chopper… Continue reading You were good to me
190612 (Blast from the past)
(A dare and a desire to reconnect brought me to Tumblr today, where most everything that I thought of used to reside -- here's one of them, written by almost-18 year old me) You know how they say that when you look at the Milky Way from a hundred miles away, it’s highly… Continue reading 190612 (Blast from the past)
It hasn’t been good lately
It hasn't been good lately. No, scratch that. It hasn't been good for a while. And every time I look out and am reminded of how much worse everything might be for others, I tell myself, maybe it actually has been good lately. But when I get home to my empty… Continue reading It hasn’t been good lately
How are yous and I am fines
I haven't written in forever. I mean, of course I have. Of course I've lifted a pen and doodled mindlessly, of course I've opened my laptop and written more deliberately -- articles of the academic kind, op-eds and such, of course I've been on Twitter and have let loose strings of thought that I… Continue reading How are yous and I am fines
Fin
Grief is such an odd thing, no? At any point during the day I could come across plenty of dogs, and I'd feel a tinge, but nothing too debilitating. If the sun's not too harsh and the owner is friendly enough, I'd even kneel in front of the dog to give him/her a pat. Probably… Continue reading Fin
A little less happy, a little more joyful: Christmas 2017
Sitting in the car with the windows half-open, the muggy Manila air half-choking us with the heavy weight of smog, I turned to you, stared at your face half-asleep, and asked, "Are you happy?" In the only way you know how, you pressed the palms of your hand on your eyes, and you replied,… Continue reading A little less happy, a little more joyful: Christmas 2017
Great Balancing Act
The end of every year shows Twitter in a flurry of activities: people tweeting about the things they're grateful for; about things they wish they had done, or done better; about lessons they learned or lessons they wish they were taught. On my part, I decided to go on a sharing spree about the good… Continue reading Great Balancing Act
A Christmas letter
Dear Jesus, Two thousand years ago, in a tiny town called Bethlehem, you graced the world with your presence. Born in the humblest of ways, with only stacked hay for a bed and a stable for a roof, the world told you, "You are here. This is home for now." I wonder what Mary… Continue reading A Christmas letter
Of perpetual finds 