New York is a lovely place. I love how busy it is–the city that never sleeps. We arrived in NYC at 10 o’clock at night. But with the interminable queuing at the immigration, we didn’t get on the train until 12 midnight. When we finally emerged from the subway and were hauling our luggage along Manhattan, we were desperate for a restful sleep. Much of our days and nights in New York were like that–walking, train rides, and foot cramping. We had a packed itinerary… so we were working on a schedule.
On the first day we were supposed to encounter Time Square before “Book of Mormon”, but we got heavily delayed at the Rockefeller Center, and only had time for dinner. This meant that we had to miss out on seeing the the LOVE-HOPE sculpture. It wasn’t that special. It may be overrated… but I guess the small time romantic in me wanted to believe in a chance at Love and Hope. Luckily that same night, we randomly passed by “HOPE” and I thought… maybe, just maybe, I’d get to find love here in New York, too.
And I did…
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A Whitney Houston fan, I’ve always liked this song, but I was surprised to find out that Sam Smith did an awesome cover of this song in his traditional ballad style of singing. During a leisurely Instagram browsing session I came upon a choreographed dance to the Sam Smith version and I fell in love…
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In La La Land, you follow the long and winding story of the characters played by Gosling and Stone, from the moment they meet, until their love story ends. Naturally, we hoped for a happy ending. Not because we think all love stories end with happily ever after (that is impossible) but because they seemed perfect for each other. They understood each other. They complemented each other. A perfect match, right? Unfortunately, their paths had to diverge because their individual journeys took different directions.
And that’s how most great love stories end, I think. Paths diverge. It doesn’t always have to be elaborate. Sometimes it’s just that simple.
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The other day I was leisurely waiting for my next patient when this old Corrs favorite started playing. I’ve always liked The Corrs, and I still regret missing their concert when I was living in the UK, thinking I’d have another chance someday. What chance? Royal Albert Hall and you make that stupid decision to miss it?
Anyway, the heart of the lyrics of most Corrs’ songs appeal to the common woman. For me, the passion in Andrea’s pleas, speak the truest emotions of women who are in pain, in love and hopeful. So when I was in highschool and living through my puppy love dramas, Andrea was my ADELE. Andrea Corr said the words I only whispered in my head.
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I missed Papa the most yesterday. I don’t always think of him, I confess. I think I’ve compartmentalized a big chunk of that reality to cope… so most of the time I forget about him and then surges of memories come at different times of the day, especially when I’m driving or when I pass by his office. When this happens I feel a deep hurt in my chest and I cannot breathe. Then I remember he’s gone and I’ll feel tears run down my cheeks, and I’ll wipe it right away. Sometimes I even find myself shaking my head, like when you’re trying to get rid of a bad thought. I don’t like being sad. I know my being sad won’t really bring my Papa back, so I don’t want to remember him that way.
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“A new command I give to you: Love one another.
As I have loved you, so you must love one another”
There’s just too much hate in the world. Two Sundays ago, the message in service was to “love one another”. I guess it’s easier said than done, especially now, when hate is the most convenient emotion you can bring out. The pastor said, as human beings, our normal and automatic response to negative stimuli could either be anger, annoyance, disappointment and so forth. But God calls us all to be calm, understanding and forgiving…
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When I was in grade school I became friends with a batch bully and I learned the best things about the trade from her. I’m not proud of those days, but as you grow up you get to a point when you realize it’s better to have the upper hand than to be the one being oppressed. Although, you should know that bullies always pick on people who have no means to fight, and I had a few experiences with that (but I would rather forget it). I think what I’m trying to say is that it is different to be a bully and to know how to defend yourself. When I was wiser (as I became older), I told my little sisters to be strong against bullies. There are different types of bullies in this world and I’ve encountered many versions of it, but I’ve never really allowed myself to be a victim. Cmon, I grew up as a military brat.
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