finding grace

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I was guest blogger for a little while in October last year on Grace, an amazing photoblog shared between best friends Camille and Sunshine. Ms Camille was our junior high school literature professor. Ms Sunsh was our homeroom adviser and lit professor during senior year, and mentor for our Creative Writing elective.

loved high school lit. It introduced me to a world of writers and writing I never knew existed and have since come to love: Jeanette Winterson, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Pablo Neruda, Jhumpa Lahiri…

…and Ms Camille and Ms Sunsh were the kool kats who made the introductions. I fondly remember lit classes when we danced on the tables to Macavity The Mystery Cat, wrote (and sang!) morbid medieval ballads Bonny-Barbara-Allan style, and concluded that the lyrics of Nu Flavor’s Sweet Sexy Thing were 110% anti-feminist.

On Grace Camille and Sunsh each upload a photo every day. Under each photo, a line.

My moments of grace:

October 1, 2012

i cling to our rose-petal-ice-cream and silly-sock-photos days — and dread the arrival of monday.

October 2, 2012

wherever i go, work is always at the back of my mind. some days this exhausts me completely.

October 3, 2012

when i touched the cool marble, it thrilled me to imagine more than a thousand years’ worth of hands doing exactly the same thing.

October 4, 2012

i live in a city of Monopoly streets.

October 5, 2012

my sisters and i had a few hours to kill before leaving for the airport. we all readily agreed to spend it in the nearest bookstore. thank god for siblings who think alike.

October 6, 2012

the sky and the weekend stretched out in front of us.

October 7, 2012

“happy times are great, but happy times pass—they have to—because time passes.” like her, i am determined to exercise my right to swim upstream, salmon-wise.

October 8, 2012

there is a plate of lumpiang shanghai and fish rice balls with sweet-spicy sauce waiting for me at home. i walk a little quicker than usual.

October 9, 2012

i felt the bass in my belly and his sad voice in my head. it was lovely. i only wish they played more of their old songs.

October 10, 2012

at the end of the day, there is still much to be thankful for.


The Author

I am 100% Filipina. I've lived in Manila, Jakarta, and London. Right now, I'm firmly planted in the tiny island of Singapore! I caught the travel bug early on. I also love reading, dark chocolate, spur-of-the-moment food trips, Fridays, dachshunds, and lazy weekends with my family or the Hubby.

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