May 2005

Little siblings are really devious ones. Especially my sis. She’s rail thin and tall like a model, but acts ten years old instead of fourteen. Sometimes she comes into my room, carrying her half-eaten Piattos and, generously, tells me I can have it. Happily I munch away. Right after I...

Despite my ravings about what a fun week I’m going to have compared to Flisha’s, truth is, I’m still not going to have that much fun. What fun is there when you know a part of you is somewhere else? When you know your home will not be there for...

Flisha’s leaving this Monday for a five day retreat up in the hinterlands of Mercedes. It’s part of the orientation seminar her school gives to incoming faculty. Basically, she’ll be spending five whole days contemplating the meaning of life and love. She’ll be cleansing herself of all impurities, rejuvinating and...

I am irritated. My Bluetooth device is working again! (But that’s not a cause of joy as much as it is a cause of irritation.) Finally, after days and days of praying and pleading and promising God all sorts of good deeds. I remember now how I got it to...

I do not like lyrics as much as I like poetry, so my dedication to Gimmi will be this poem by Pablo Neruda. In my opinion it is one of the most beautiful poems ever written. Because of this poem I was inspired never to write a love poem ever...

Gim loves the song “You” by Basil Valdez. It’s the one he dedicates to me. So in honor of our monthsary, I will post the lyrics to this song. You give me hope,The strength, the will to keep on;No one else can make me feel this wayAnd only youCan bring...