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Friends

“Friends are the siblings God never gave us.” – Mencius

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Friends and funerals

It’s interesting how the death of a loved one has made me take a closer look at my circle of friends and relatives, as well as my own attitude toward funerals. There are friends who stick closer than a brother, as the saying goes. When my father died recently, I have seen how certain friends really went out of their way to see me and comfort me, while others tried their best to extend their sympathy from a distance. I suppose people deal with death differently and show sympathy differently, too. I don’t mean to judge others, especially my friends, but I couldn’t help noticing the similarities and differences in their ways as they extended their condolences and showed their support. For one, I noticed that it was my friends from the church who immediately contacted me to send their condolences and asked for the details of my father’s wake as soon as they learned the news. I wonder if it’s because they’re Christians and so they must take to heart the value of being sympathetic, “bearing each …

“Time in a Bottle”

Our Big Baby A recently turned nine this October. We wanted to have a fun and memorable birthday party for her, of course, and I just realized that I was the one who seemed to be the most excited about it! I couldn’t believe how many times I had changed plans for her birthday celebration already, trying to come up with a small-budget Disney Princess-like ball. By the time I thought things were already perfect, I’ve already done enough, and everyone’s happy with what I finally came up with, however, I started facing new dilemmas. The first has something to do with the fact that she’s my daughter, my firstborn. That means I would love nothing than for her to enjoy her ninth birthday even if we didn’t have a budget for the kind of party we (or at least, I) wanted for her. I wanted so much of of what I had envisioned to become a reality and see her so happy! So when my husband pledged an amount for us to spend on her party, I immediately set …

Rebuilding bridges, tearing down walls

In my youth, I loved to explore new things, meet new friends, and never seemed to be afraid of anything. I had always welcomed change as if it’s as easy as changing one’s clothes several times in a day. I looked forward to meeting new people and would actually go out of my way to meet new friends. In fact, when I was in college, my motivation for coming to school was to be with my friends and meet new people instead of learning in class. Recently, however, I realized that I had started to succumb to withdrawal to a certain extent. When my mother died, I decided that it would be better for my children and myself to move away; when my relationship with my in-laws went bad, again, I have decided to live in an area where I knew only one person; when some of my close friends moved away or the communication between us had ceased for some reason, I had also stopped going out and/or making new friends; and when some of my relatives could not grant my requests for some reason or would break a promise, I would sulk and stay away from …

Sisters

I don’t normally pass on stories or letters that I receive via email, but I am recently realizing the value of this one so I thought I’d share it. (This is supposed to be a chain letter, sent to me by my friend Mitch. I have copied it verbatim without knowledge of its real author’s name.) It’s up to you if you would also pass it on… A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. “Don’t forget your sisters,’ she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass.  ‘They’ll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need sisters. Remember to go places …

Unfriended and unfollowed

I have just started to enjoy Twitter lately. Just like this blog, I’ve had my Twitter account for two to three years now, but it has always been privately tucked away until recently. I have noticed that some of the news items aired on TV and even those written on the Net and newspapers were actually tweets of some famous personalities and renowned institutions, so I have revived my own account and allowed my tweeps to inform me of the latest news and amuse me as well. While I think of tweeting and FB-ing as harmless activities, my stand on this was challenged when the pastor talked about selfishness yesterday and mentioned Twitter and Facebook. Indeed, how egoistic can a person be that he would want to be followed? It also reminded me of various tweets that I have read from different tweepers a few days ago: I have unfollowed you because you did not follow me back. Follow me… I do follow back. You are free to unfollow me anytime (after an unpleasant exchange of ideas with another follower). And …