my so-called life

last week was officially one crazy week.

i was running from one courtroom to the next only to receive both a sermon and a weird compliment all in one day. fit perfectly into a pair of jeans i have not worn for quite some time yet could not manage to find a good pair of new ones from a nearby boutique. got ecstatic about a very small victory and so bummed out over one faux pas a few seconds later. juggled from one meeting to the next that i could not keep track of days or times, chased after one elusive spare part for a car that conked out at a time when i needed to fetch a friend at the airport. vainly tried putting on a happy face when all that i wanted was to scream my lungs out about things i absolutely have no control over.

i guess it was inevitable that at the end of the week, control-freak-neurotic ol’ me decided to simply hang out with friends and let the crazy week be capped off with an even crazier night.

as it turns out, i had a fabulous time.

these past two weeks, i bore witness to life’s full circle.

I could not help but feel elated when i found out that one of my good friends just gave birth to their first child last week. It only seemed like yesterday that she and i were waltzing the corridors of the lawschool, talking about the latest fashion tips and juicy gossips — not a care in the world that exam was only a few days away. chelin grew up to be such a fine woman and a really happy mother, from the looks of it. while i begrudgingly admitted that it was officially "the end of an era", i also knew that my friend discovered what authentic joy was about.

My heart went on a plummeting dive a few days later, when i found that the husband of my high school best friend passed away due to colon cancer. At age 33, he was in the prime of his life and left behind two young kids. the tragic feeling of loss is quite palpable. too young, too soon. and in the midst of it all, my best friend stands strong not only for herself but for her kids. of all the women i have had the pleasure of knowing, Maris truly is exceptional.

my existence has been on a kind of existential plateau lately that watching these two evenyts happen by the sidelines shook me up. birth and death separated by only a few days. life really is too damn short.