cho.ology

He had lent her his jacket earlier that evening.  She’d felt cold and he lent her his jacket.

It had been what? More than 25 years since they last saw each other?  And it was good . . . → Read More: Fiction: The Jacket

He stood at the same place where he was eight years ago.

It was probably even the same month.   Perhaps fate made sure it was even the same day.  And as it had been back then, . . . → Read More: Fiction: The Garden

Most of the time the world just happens.  And at times life is shitty and random and  it just doesn’t make any sense.  No sense at all.  But sometimes everything fits and once again you wonder . . . → Read More: Sometimes It Does Make Sense

There is just something primal in singing the following lyrics at the top of your voice with a raised fist:

Laklakin mo hanggang gusto mo

Wala namang pumipigil sa ‘yo.

Dikdikin mo sige. Tapakan mo.

. . . → Read More: Laklakin Mo!

I’m all right.  I know it is so because:

I sleep longer hours

I can sleep on your side of the bed

And I can sleep on your pillow

And I sometimes wear your slippers

. . . → Read More: I’m All Right?

2009 started off with a lot of love.  Friends and acquaintances gave us hope by giving us the financial support needed for Luth’s medication.  And it was such a massive outpouring of love and support that . . . → Read More: Last post for 2009