In Spite and other reasons to stay alive, I joked that we couldn't die before Enrile because we should just simply refuse to let him win. Well, he's dead now. And while there's still Imelda, eventually she will die and I've come to the realization that we have got to find reasons to stay that don't depend on ninety-something criminals continuing to exist. So now I'm driving around with a daisy riding shotgun.
For moments that demand silence: Jiufen, Taiwan
So, up I went. Because, goddess forbid, I do not give in to the nosiness. This, unfortunately, is how I make my travel decisions. The fact that I am still alive is also a marvel to me.
Forty, and the strange comfort of making sense
I was never someone who struggled to be myself. If anything, I have been aggressively, consistently -- sometimes alarmingly -- myself for most of my life.
Death, change, and laundry. On the permanence of daily things.
And somewhere between pairing socks and untangling a bedsheet, with the happy tunes of Stray Kids in the background, the thought slipped in.
The things we forget, and the things we fight to remember.
Some mornings start with coffee, some with tears. Lately, it’s a two-for-one situation The day started with poorly-hidden tears, as it sometimes does lately. It wasn’t even 9 in the morning yet. The sky outside was doing that soft, indecisive thing where it can’t quite figure out if it wants to be grey or blue. … Continue reading The things we forget, and the things we fight to remember.
Spite and other reasons to stay alive
Live because the world doesn’t want you to. Because someone said you couldn’t. Because the government is a mess and the system is rigged and Enrile is still alive and we simply cannot let him win.
Life in Music: Late night drives to Mr. Brightside
My therapist said that love is a noun, a verb, and a conversation.
For moments that demand silence: Hualien, Taiwan
Luck may be fickle, and life is a bitch, but the universe favours the determined.
Life in music: January 2024
But despite the perceived length of the days of January, there are still so many things to be grateful for -- moments to catch up with loved ones, quiet afternoons, moving to music, getting that chore you've been putting off for 2 months done in 5 minutes.
Of closure and other myths
They may have broken you, but remember that you are not a thing -- you are capable of putting yourself back together.
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