an extraordinary life

Dearest ______,

Fact: I live a pretty ordinary life that’s luckily grazed the existence of some truly extraordinary people. When I say extraordinary, I don’t necessarily mean those that have shaken the world in colossal, historical ways. Extraordinary, in that they’ve probably made some kind of impact in mine- however big or small. And I’m always grateful for each circumstance this simple truth is established because as Chuck Palanuik once succinctly wrote,

“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.”

I delight in the knowledge that my world is full of the good kind of people. While there is doubtlessly an excess of those who inflict misery into the world, when I realize that I actually have more moments in the company of those who don’t, I become sublimely grateful. It’s like the universe were inspiring me to make good of the little piece of the planet I will ever get to see in this ordinary lifetime: no matter how small your circle is, that bit of space better be the best its diameter is ever going to get.


Only last Thursday, we had supper with photographer/ artist/ musician Wawi Navarroza at one of the neighborhood hawker centers to satiate her craving for some local food. She was in town to curate and show some of her works at Strip 2013 which is at the Silverlens Gallery this month.
Over food slathered in a bit of sambal chili and 6 liters of locally- made Tiger beers, the conversations stretched on until one in the morning: on living oversees (she had once lived around Spain and New York), music, art of course, and basically our lives today. If you know her, you’ll understand what I mean when I say that she has one of the loveliest souls.

On Friday, I then got an introduction to Zola Macarambon’s poetry by way of her collaborative work with artist husband Ivan on a Youtube video. You have to read the transcribed text to let them really sink in.


All week long I’ve had the funniest conversations with my family on Viber. It’s pretty hilarious when your parents try to get all “techie” and use smart phones. My 60+ year-old father on chatting online:
“Cannot type with this phone. Very slow. Can we call instead?” So cute.
Going back to one of our conversations with Wawi, there’s really nothing quite like being with your family (albeit online). Even from afar, they provide you with much- needed comfort in the familiar and, really, their kind of unparalleled care.


Over the weekend, I had band practices with my two awesome bands- in between more hilarious conversations and a literally sweet brush with Bea and Vhop’s thoughtfulness straight out of their European escapade.

If only for last week, I’d say life has been pretty extraordinary so far.



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