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Life / Portugal

swift fly the years

Cais Sodre, Lisbon

There is nothing like being transported in a new place that makes one acutely aware of all life’s possibilities, like – I could make a life here. 

Lisbon was a surprise, in a really good way. I read one post from a random blogger who found it charmless and lackluster – I beg to disagree. I keep saying this to anyone who asks – it is a severely underrated European capital. I did not have the time to explore the country, but I am pretty sure the rest of it is just as great. Porto, Alentejo, Arrabida, Obidos, Setubal, Madeira… one can keep dreaming.

Because of my “age”, my growing responsibilities, and life in general, I only planned for one “big trip” this year, but I will end up taking four– two of them are unexpected work stints. It is a good surprise and I am not one to pass an opportunity to be in a new place, but sometimes my reserved, introverted self cannot cope with all the changes. Time does not stop when I am away and loved ones are making plans, moving on. This is difficult to admit, but I would rather stay this time for fear of missing out.

In other news, this year’s Big Trip is coming up in a few days and I hope it will be transformative in the way I expect it to be.

Have a good day and a good life, my friend.

Life / Writing

two things


A former teammate / work colleague had gone missing more than a week ago. His family searched for him for days and a serendipitous circumstance led them to ask for driving directions from a certain faraway police station. The station happens to have located a lifeless body; ‘would you like to see if it is your missing person by any chance?’

Of course it was him.

There were no conclusive reports but there have been multiple withdrawal transaction from his bank account since the disappearance. Yes,  it can happen to anyone– a desperate thug living anywhere in this world will abduct and bludgeon someone to death for $2200. Or a lot less than that. When it hits close to home, the danger is very real.

When we worked at the same company, he would relentlessly ask everyone to pose for group photos at events or meetings. I remember it drove me bananas because it hassled people, it was seemingly unnecessary to document the mundane. In retrospect, I perfectly understand now. There are hundreds of photos of him on his Facebook account and they all show how he truly lived a full life– traveling, working, keeping fit, mentoring kids, serving God, being with his family.  His posts were so full of positivity and joy.

We were not terribly close, but the way he lived his life– it is a constant reminder to fill your days with meaning.

I wish you the best journey ever, F.


I was coming down with a fever one day but I just took a personal day off the week prior and I could not afford to be away for another day. I trudged on and finally had it on the third day– I was too sick to even get up.  I have not felt that ill in a long time and yet, work still hounded me. I am reminded that my work will not care even if I am in my deathbed, it will only care that the report gets done or the stakeholders get notified. I would love to break away from these chains, if I only can.

Life / Writing

First-Time Dog Mummy

These days, I usually sleep, read books or edit this blog whenever I can find free time. I have moved over 300+ blog entries from blogger and I am in the process of recoding and editing the images that accompany each entry. I have not been able to do that in the past 2 days because we have just welcomed a puppy in our home, She is a 2 month old Maltichon: a Bichon Frise – Maltese mix.

Summer the Maltichon

I love dogs but I have no clue about raising one. In the past 48 hours I have Googled and learned so much.. heck, I even read Ceasar Millan’s book. 😛 It’s like having a kid really, only a pup is less delicate. She has been eating vomit and toilet paper and newspapers and bit on one dead cockroach she found lying around at one point. She was even close to eating her poop on several occasions.

Similar to my philosophy of raising my would-be children, I will avoid treating her like a “princess.” I have an aversion to people who treat their dogs and kids like so. Dogs, like children, should be raised in a loving home, but at the same time parents should not make their lot feel like they are privileged, superior, and self-important.

Life / Writing

so this is the new year and i don’t feel any different

From Neil Gaiman’s blog:

It’s a New Year and with it comes a fresh opportunity to shape our world.
So this is my wish, a wish for me as much as it is a wish for you: in the world to come, let us be brave – let us walk into the dark without fear, and step into the unknown with smiles on our faces, even if we’re faking them.
And whatever happens to us, whatever we make, whatever we learn, let us take joy in it. We can find joy in the world if it’s joy we’re looking for, we can take joy in the act of creation.
So that is my wish for you, and for me. Bravery and joy.

Bravery and joy.
It’s exactly what I wish for myself as well. Both have eluded me for so long.

Here’s to a brighter year ahead.

France / Writing

Take Me Away


It has been close to six months since my last real trip and I meant to write about it in detail, mainly for myself, so I won’t forget. The perennial excuse is– everything else gets in the way; laziness, above all. I wish I have a chance to break this routine of work – home –occasional eating out. My next planned trip is still five months from now, and I’ve been saving up since July. Quite looking forward to seeing my third continent, and dear friends. I still don’t have a visa and a flight for the first leg so I hope I won’t jinx it.

I checked my blogger profile, apparently I have been on this thing since 2000. That is eleven years ago! Right now there’s tumblr and twitter and most kids are into those things these days. During “our time” blogger was the cool thing. I also remember before blogger, online publishing tools didn’t really exist and I had to manually hand-code “diary” entries and upload via a free hosting site. I am that ancient.

Life / Writing

Dark Was the Night

I had a terrible day. We say it all the time.
A fight with the boss, the stomach flu, traffic.
That’s what we describe as terrible when nothing terrible is happening.
These are the things we beg for. A root canal, an IRS audit, coffee spilled on our clothes.
When the really terrible things happen, we start begging a god we don’t believe in to bring back the little horrors and take away this.
It seems quaint now, doesn’t it?
The flood in the kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaking with rage.
Would it have helped if we could see what else was coming?
Would we have known that those were the best moments of our lives?

– Grey’s Anatomy Season 8, Episode 9 (Dark Was the Night)

Life / Writing

What I Wish For Myself

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button



My mind is cluttered with countless bits of useless information (e.g. New York Michelin-starred restaurants; list of Stanley Kubrick / David Lynch / Lars von Trier / [insert director here] films I have never even seen), these would probably serve me well if I were to enter a pop culture quiz show, or Jeopardy. For some reason I have good recall for seemingly unnecessary things; on the other hand I tend to forget the “essential” stuff like program syntax, cooking basics (what is the ratio of rice:water again?), proper camera settings, and the like. An intervention should be in order.