Does keeping anything material that reminds me of them help? If I keep talking about them, does that help me remember?
Sometimes, I still think about sitting in front of Mommy’s dresser and sneaking in a swipe of her expired lipstick.
I’m always worried I’ll forget things and nobody will be there to remind me.
It’s kind of crazy how time speeds up and just like that, it’s already the end of the first half of the year. How did that happen? Just six months ago, I was promising myself a lot of things: to always say yes, to try new things, and to be a little more adventurous in
I still can’t believe I watched this. Live. In Ateneo. With my friends. LIVE. Ha ha! And we obsessed over it for MONTHS. We had a VHS of the show when they aired it. And we memorized “Power of the Dream” and copied the dance to “My Boo.” God. So many teenybopper memories. I watched
I kind of miss waiting for the radio announcement of suspension of classes. The closest thing to it was getting an email from HR that we could go home at 5pm today. One of my favorite memories of rainy days when I was younger is eating breakfast in my parents’ room in our old house