Seven Cheers


Seven years. It took me seven years to earn a college degree. That’s a full Hogwarts education right there. That’s as long as Carson’s college life and unrequited love for Dio in I’m Drunk, I Love You.

Still. It has been seven years of grace for me. True, it took me a long time compared to my classmates in high school—but, more than anything, these past seven years have been formative. I have learned to look at the bigger picture: that there is a world out there lacking sorely in justice and compassion, but this world is where my true calling lies. To help, to serve.

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Neither Created Nor Destroyed


What’s comforting about the law of conservation of matter is that all that have ever been never really leave us. They will just change into a different state, into a new combination of atoms and molecules: the new thus born from the old.

And it’s not just about having some part of the oldest stars within us.

It’s about knowing that we are still under the same sky, no matter what form we are in. It comforts me to know that your atoms are still part of this world, that you are still here—ready to become something new in time. And someday I will change, too. My atoms then will be ready to join you in the flux.

Until we meet again, Papa. All my love and longing.

For Papa


This is for you, Papa, for when you chose Mama to spend the rest of your life with, no matter how early or how sudden it was for both of you.

This is for you, Papa, for when you chose to leave the warmth and comfort of your home and work abroad, in order to provide for our family.

This is for you, Papa, for when you braved the loneliness in foreign lands yet you worked so hard you impressed so many people.

This is for you, Papa, for when you saw me for the first time—your first and unexpected grandchild—and you called me your angel.

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A Gift

There is something about
early hours in the morning,
the sound of teeth grinding in the dark,
and the cold, sweet air of home.

There is something
in the way the years past dangle at the edges of your memory
like the fringes of trees,
or the full bangs of a child,
or swaying feet.

There is something about
the silhouette of your dog:
the soft outline of white fur,
light in the darkness.

There is something,
always something, about family
that this poem can never contain:
perhaps the inevitable connection,
or the comfort of a smile.

There is something about
being loved at your best,
but even more so at your worst
that only family can do.

There is something
in the truth that family does not exist only by blood,
but also in the ties of the heart,
in the solace of tears,
in the shared moment of a laughter.


Happy Christmas, everyone. The greatest gift, for me, is love in every season. The unfailing love of a parent. The faithful love of children. The loyal love of a dog. The unconditional love of God. This Christmas, I hope you know how loved you are but more than that, I hope you also get to say and show how much you love the important people in your life. Have a joyful, lovely Christmas! 🙂  ❤