Sunday, December 28, 2008


Sprinkle some stardust over me
For I want to shine, shine, shine!
Sprinkle them stardust, busy bee
It is my moment, mine, mine, mine!

Stardust falling, flake after flake
Starry eyed, I dance, dance, dance!
Stardust calling, my stage to take
Applause, applause, fans, fans fans!

A bow to stardust, twinkling above
A look up to the sky, sky, sky!
I love you stardust, nothing but love
You give me power to fly, fly, fly!

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Saturday, December 27, 2008

I Believe

I'll be what I live
I Believe

I'll be how I live
I Believe

I'll be where I live
I Believe

I'll be when I live
I Believe

I'll be who I live
I Believe

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Friday, August 01, 2008

Triple T is in the House!

I can't believe it's already August, 2008, Justin has surpassed my height - no great feat (!!) but for an almost-twelve-year-old, not bad, and Tristin has come into our lives with subtle fanfare and is almost three months old!

After almost twelve years and numerous failed attempts, we are finally blessed with Tristin Taylor Tran. I'm proud to say, Tristin is very talkative for an almost-three-month old. I swear I heard him almost say "Daddy" the other day. Maybe I'm just a proud father with expectations!

Though it may seem we are starting all over again with such a big gap, there are definite advantages. For one, Tristin has an older brother who's excellent at feeding and entertaining him. Someday, just someday, Justin may even help with the diapers!

Tristin's cuteness is unparalleled.

I wish I could capture how Tristin sneezes on video. When Tristin feels a sneeze coming on, he lets out this huge AH, waits half a second as if to give us a warning sign, and then finally outputs a tiny achoo (or more like, a-chee)! It is the funniest sneeze I have ever seen. He kind of gets that from my dad, whose AH-CHOO is one of the loudest I have ever heard.

Then, there's the warning sign of a burp coming after his feeding. Maybe we're reading too much into it, but each time before he needs to burp, Tristin would say "arrrg". We would then sit him upright and pat him on the back. Within seconds, Tristin would belch out a burp. This would be followed by great fanfare from his mom. "Good job!"... "Wow!" A big smile would then come across Tristin's face, with a slight nod of his head in a shy way.

Feeding is a big deal for Tristin. It cannot be delayed! There is no mistaking when he gets hungry. He won't stop reminding us until he gets what he wants. I hope this is not a sign of things to come!

Oh, I hear cries... feeding time!

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Fellow Travelers

"Dear Fellow Travelers:

Please do NOT shoot each other, for someone else might get hurt.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Yours Truly,
God. "


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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

A Good Song

From the epicenter of my ears
Tingling radiates through my face
Flooding my eyes a tint of tears
Spiking my hair a dash of grace

Perfect tones trickle down my spine
Electrifying my heart's every beat
Sooths my soul like sparkling wine
Sparking subtle spasms of tonic heat

Saturday, January 12, 2008

The Date

I wonder what would happen if the date was never invented. Would there be no birthdays? Would we be absolved in forgetting anniversaries? Would punctuality be an imaginary concept? What would we call the tenth day before yesterday? The tenth day before yesterday, I suppose. How many fingers and toes would we need?

I bet it's something many never ever think about. Like many things in life, we take the seemingly simplest things for granted. If we think about it more deeply, the date as a concept is powerful. Imagine. By putting a few hierarchical numerals and designations together, and not necessarily in hierarchical order, we can pinpoint any point in time. This is awesome. This ability to label time opens up many possibilities that would never otherwise exist. Without it, history would be meaningless for instance.

The invention of the date is invetiable. The need for it is simply too great. Is the date an incidental concept that came out of the invention of the calendar? Or, is the calendar the by-product of the need for dating? One thing is for certain, one cannot exist without the other. And, would we exist in any meaningful way without either?

This was written on January 13, 2008 (Toronto time)

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