Today I saw a rerun of “Mad About You.” I suddenly remembered a time some years ago when that show was supposed to be the five-year projection of my life. I was Jamie, and I knew who my … Paul was. (I almost couldn’t remember his name. The character, not my guy.) 
Anyway. It just popped in my head again. It was kinda nice being someone’s Jamie.
I have to stop wondering what it’s like to live other people’s lives. Or, for that matter, other lives I would have lived had I made different choices.
I write, cook, play music, and make pictures. Not necessarily in that order. I was born and raised in the Philippines, and it shows. That means I eat rice with every meal, love my cousins like my own siblings, and firmly believe that avocados are best eaten with cream and sugar.
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One summer night in 2010, our house burned to the ground and we lost everything we had. This is the story of what happened and how life and hope can always rise from ashes.
I was just talking to my friend on the phone about this show last night. I thought out loud about how romantic it would be to meet someone from your past again in the present, and to fall in love.
Yeah, sure. ;)