{"id":547,"date":"2004-01-06T12:40:23","date_gmt":"2004-01-06T20:40:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=547"},"modified":"2004-01-06T12:40:23","modified_gmt":"2004-01-06T20:40:23","slug":"in-2003","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2004\/01\/06\/in-2003\/","title":{"rendered":"In 2003"},"content":{"rendered":"

I want to tell you something new — new, like the blinding white of our freshly painted living room ceiling or my neighbor upstairs whose name is the same as a Green Day album<\/a> — but I am still stuck in the old<\/a>. I am still thinking about last year, glorious 2003 that was so good to me.<\/p>\n

In 2003, I continued to try to see the good things in every day. Some days, of course, I only saw bad things. Those days passed. I fell in love with a boy who makes life more beautiful. We spent a lot of time together. I paid off all my credit card debt and sent money to family in the Philippines. I started my own business. I was interviewed for a fashion magazine and featured in a college English textbook. I laughed when I saw both. I got two parking tickets in my own driveway and sat through hours and hours of traffic. I snuck into my first movie. I went to San Francisco, Seattle, Portland, the Philippines and the California coast. I went swimming for the first time in years, doing somersaults in the shallow end and diving to the bottom of the deep end. I saw half a dozen shooting stars, and I wished on all of them. I started drinking coffee less and craving tea more. I baked three cheesecakes, dozens of cookies and brownies, and a keylime pie. I perfected my lasagna. I made pictures, mixed CDs. journal covers, felt ornaments, silly songs and wonderful friends. I made believe, too. I spent time with family and wrote letters to those I couldn’t see. I opened up, and carried on, and looked inside myself for answers that have always been there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I want to tell you something new — new, like the blinding white of our freshly painted living room ceiling or my neighbor upstairs whose name is the same as a Green Day album — but I am still stuck in the old. I am still thinking about last year, glorious 2003 that was so […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/547"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=547"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/547\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=547"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=547"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=547"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}