“525,600 minutes … how do you measure, measure a year? in daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee, in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife? how about love?” (from Seasons of Love, by Jonathan Larson)
It’s Christmas morning. I can’t help but be happy.
I’m trying to remember a past year of my life [...]
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MEASURED IN LOVE
December 25, 2008
LUCKY GIRL!
November 27, 2008
I am the luckiest person I know.
Barring Vicky Morales, of course, who has everything one might wish for, and then some!
So let’s qualify that. I am the luckiest person I know … who wasn’t born rich or beautiful.
I write this while looking outside my hotel room window with a breathtaking view of Sydney Harbor. I always [...]
CORRESPONDENCES
March 30, 2008
A note from Zivan (in Heyward) to me and Naya:
“I remember … having a world war against 6-year-old Nessa in Hong Kong and laying out all our toys in the hallway so that these toys could annihilate each other one by one. Turn by turn, one of my toys would topple one of hers, and then [...]
MY SATURDAY NIGHT DATES
March 2, 2008
I had a blessing of a night with two very special dates.
And just like that, I totally snapped out of my depression.
I promised Mom I’d watch Kite Runner with her because we both loved the book and to be honest, reading it was so painful I couldn’t bear to see the film version alone. Papa was curious and decided to tag [...]
35 … ONE MOMENT IN FOREVER …
January 14, 2008
This is the best birthday I ever remember having.
I’m here, in my today, feeling present for a change. You won’t understand because most of you already live in the here and now. It was different with me: I used to live in the future, impatient for things to happen, impatient with myself for not [...]
SUNDAY CONFESSIONS
January 7, 2008
At dinner tonight, my Mom dropped what was for me a bomb: she didn’t sign up for church service this 2008.
She, who has served as a lector and mother butler in church for a decade, suddenly decided to give it up. She muttered (when my Dad was not within hearing distance) that she wasn’t sure what she [...]
