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My half and I always listen to late-night radio anytime we’re driving together past daylight. Our favorite show is Groovedown, which plays a lot of soul and serves as an agony aunt to urban ladies. I love it because I never feel alone, listening to all the stumbling blocks that others face. My half, on the other hand, favors it simply because he wants to know what women want. Secretly, we both adore Priscilla Seelan’s comforting voice. So a few nights ago, I called in the show to offer my two cents on setting up a nest outside of our parents’. A girl in her late twenties was contemplating on moving out from her mother’s. I shared how I did so myself a few years back and it’s been liberating thus far. There’s nothing wrong wanting to stand on your own two feet. I’m thankful for my mother— she’s been nothing but supportive of the decisions that I make for my own betterment. I hope it all goes just as well for the girl and her parent too.
This carrot cake was the highlight of my day, baked thoughtfully by my teenage cousin A. It had walnuts and a fair bit of mashed bananas too. She could open a mini bakery if she wanted to.
Today I spent some quiet time with my sister, watching the trees dancing in the garden to the sounds of Air. The afternoon was just beautiful because of its rarity. Not bad at all.
I’m in a funk today. Be that as it may, I’m thankful for my good friend E. who knows how to nurse my worried heart. I call him my "personal therapist." He calls it "unpaid, voluntary work." I just love his sense of humor.
I'm so proud of my sister's Motown performance tonight over at the academy she attends. The girl can sing, in my most humble, neutral-ish opinion. She stands second from the left in this photograph.
Meet Zoë and Mousch. She’s my cat and he’s my ma's. When Zoë was a baby, I took her to my ma's often. Mousch would be the most curious cat alive whenever she was around. First they bit each other, with a few scratches here and there but as months rolled by, the viciousness changed into friendlier nips. They played hide and seek and tag and other feline games. Soon, Zoë and Mousch became inseparable. She cried whenever I pack her into a carrier to go back to our place. My ma told me that Mousch would look for her whenever she was gone. One day, I took her back to Mousch and as they were playing, I noticed how happy she looked. I told myself, why not? If you love her that much, you let her go. And ever since then, Zoë has been with my ma and Mousch, much to her delight.
The desire to pursue my PhD has finally kicked in. I‘ve been holding off for almost two years ever since I completed my MA. I told myself, "You're too busy teaching," "You're still on break," and "You have a life." Excuses they were. But this year is going to be different. I’m going to build my courage to go down this road. It’s going to be a long one but I know it’s going to be worth it. I’ve set my foot down on academia a long time ago so I might as well start walking further.
