A Letter to January 2017


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Hey January 2017,

You did it! It’s your last day. As expected, you were always on time, and you performed your duties perfectly.

So here’s to you, January 2017! Despite whatever else may have happened during your time, this is how I’ll remember you.

I’ll remember seeing Venus burning a gleaming hole in an otherwise dark and cloudy night on the 12th. It was as closest I got to the beauty of the outer space in person, and purely by chance to boot.

I’ll remember The Women’s March on the 21st: witnessing the sea of pink pussy hats, hearing young female activists’ reasons and demands, admiring grandmothers swearing politely in solidarity, being uplifted by picket signs covered in hearts, kittens, and glitter, being encouraged by the gorgeous weather during a rainy season, and being in awe amidst the power of women.

I’ll remember looking at pictures of David Bowie traveling in Mexico City at Forest Lawn Museum. Are museums in memorial parks a thing? Seeing photographs of David Bowie’s hypnotising eyes housed with the museum’s permanent collection of classical paintings, sculptures, and objet d’art was kind of like seeing the progress of the human history: loads of old stuff with a bit of new stuff to breathe in some freshness to the old stuff that have outlasted countless lives. Seeing a teenager with neon green dreads in rainbow tights in the pristine and imposing environment made me feel like magic by proxy.

I’ll remember the lights and the music of Night on Broadway where the usually traffic ladened downtown streets became a backdrop for visual and musical artists, DJs, performers, a buffet of food trucks, and a giant ferris wheel. And it was all sponsored by the city! Now, that’s government done right! Bringing people together for fun, food, and friendship while boosting the economy and creating a community united in boogieing together, interculinary marriages and their offsprings, and a giant ferris wheel.

Goodbye January 2017~ Thank you for your impeccable contribution to the humankind. Without you, nothing would have existed for the past 31 days. I’ll remember you!


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Dear. 2017,

(insert: a bear hug and cheek kisses)

Boy, am I glad you’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you the way my dog waits for her dinner – eagerly trying to be on her best behavior. You’re the only one for the job and your reputation far precedes you. If your predecessor was any indication, I know that you will always succeed in doing what you do: being the constant in every one of this year’s evolution whether it be towards a revolution or a devolution.

My hope is that you will be the stabilizer I will need as I filter through the society to understand the difference between unconditional acceptance and having an inferiority complex. I have a feeling it’s going to be as simple as having faith in religion.

Here’s to you, to us and to understanding!


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