This is Mark. I got an unfortunate glimpse of his belly when i first saw him a couple of weeks back. He was scratching it, his red shirt lifted for everyone to see. I was reading my book at the waiting area of the neurologist my mom told me to see about my back. I [...]
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Waiting room stories: Mark
Posted in smalltown girl in the city on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
goodnight mr. music man
Posted in smalltown girl in the city on March 30, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I got a text message from Bibsy Carballo today inviting me to a memorial mass for Toti on Tuesday.
It took me several seconds to acknowledge the words, “Toti’s cremated ashes in Chicago. Don’t have details if will be brought to Manila.” and the tears came.
I met Toti Fuentes, one of the kindest gentlemen and gifted [...]
no blog entries yet
Posted in confessions of a homebody, smalltown girl in the city on March 12, 2008 | 3 Comments »
so PLDT has imposed an internet fast in the Juan household, hence whenever I do get online, it’s for work, or i’m in a burger king somewhere with limited battery time. I just want to let my dear readers to know that I haven’t disappeared from the face of the planet yet and God’s still [...]
these have been strangely missing
Posted in smalltown girl in the city on February 20, 2008 | 3 Comments »
i miss sunsets. i used to always make a point to be there, no matter where i am, to say goodbye to the day and to stand amaze at God’s masterpiece of a sunset. i miss the silence and the calm of being alone and yet not alone.
now days pass into nights without notice. the [...]
lucia micarelli
Posted in smalltown girl in the city on February 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
i interviewed Lucia Macarelli today. she’s best known as josh groban’s violinist and concert master. really gifted musical artist, with a long list of accomplishments you wouldn’t normally find from a woman as young as her. if you wanna see her in action, click here. she’s probably the oldest 24 year old i’ve ever met.
she [...]
resetting
Posted in confessions of a homebody, smalltown girl in the city on February 7, 2008 | 7 Comments »
This year began with a prayer and a list of what I want and what i thought i need this year to be. the list included early morning quiet time, early bed times, no more procrastinations. and so far, i haven’t even had three straight days of good healthy sleep and a sunrise quiet time– [...]
he said. she said.
Posted in confessions of a homebody, smalltown girl in the city on January 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
(there are just some topics that one cannot avoid.)
“Ooh. How about you’re-getting-old-you-should-marry quips from older ladies?”
“Oh. I got lots of those.”
“At least it doesn’t bother you. It kinda bugs me.”
“Haha. Yesterday was the first stef-is-officially-bored-day of the year and in the middle of it, my uncle dropped by the house. Before leaving, he had to [...]
We now have in-laws!
Posted in smalltown girl in the city on January 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
As some of you guys have probably heard, my sister, sheila, is now married to jorem! it was a fun wedding (people said) and of course, the bride was beautiful– that cannot be helped, it’s built-in, although the makeup did help. hehe
i don’t remember my maid-of-honor speech, but i do have a souvenir from [...]
taking a pause
Posted in confessions of a homebody, smalltown girl in the city on January 12, 2008 | 1 Comment »
no more striving. that’s one of my chieftest prayers this year. the other day, in the middle of a wondrous mess of things, i prayed, holding up my day to Him. immediately, this verse popped into my head.
“You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast because he trusts in You.” (Isaiah 26:3) [...]
deliver me from procrastination
Posted in smalltown girl in the city on December 11, 2007 | 3 Comments »
laziness almost finished
projects
almost done
as usual
an hour and a half
before checking out
time enough
for a couple hundred
words
and finish
this scene
and all
i have
are incomplete
sentences
and tomorrow.

