In the eve of 2017, and in the cusp of this heck of a year, let's talk about ... nostalgia! For a movie geek like me, it is very hard not to associate the term to my love for movies, movies in general, remakes, and yes ... series. 2016, like most years before it, was… Continue reading A SENSE OF THE PAST, NOW THAT ANOTHER YEAR IS ABOUT TO END
December has been a whirlwind of emotions. Despite having reached another milestone in my blogging, me and my family were faced with the news that my grandmother has died. Despite having had to attend the burial and spend a wonderful, wonderful time with cousins, aunts and uncles, we head back home and a day before… Continue reading George Bailey and Me says: It’s A Wonderful Life!
Tonight is more than the success of their industry. It is more than our history and/or how we make our films It has never been about the quantity of the viewers but the quality the audience carry and possess after an hour or two in that dim room. Tonight we celebrate Filipino films. Tonight and… Continue reading MMFF 2016: I am Proud
This is how I celebrated Christmas, this year. Well, don't feel bad. My Christmas celebration came early this year actually. On the day my grandmother got buried. There is beauty in tragedy. And in loss, something new is always born. We lost my grandmother, but we regained ourselves. Funny, how death could always reunite people.… Continue reading How Christmas This Year Went For Me
Christmas, for the Filipinos, is the highlight of the year. As early as September, TV stations count the days until its arrival. For a nation as family-oriented and as festive as ours, it's not that hard to imagine how much of a big deal celebrating Christmas is. One can even say that Filipinos truly embody… Continue reading What Christmas in the Philippines is Like
Last week, I participated in a prompt challenge in a site called Blogger's Paradise. They had the amazing idea of two bloggers co-writing a story/poem in response to a prompt and they (the participants) had to do it alternately with a partner. That is, one must respond to the other one's comments; to get the ball… Continue reading Shared Poetry: Rag-Picker
I never really understood how someone you don't get to see every day gets under your skin. I could never really understand why I miss you every step of the way. I never understood how someone so insensitive could love someone so naive I could never understand why I continued hurting even after you made… Continue reading Why, indeed ?
As much as it pains me. It would do us no good if I tell you. Got all these bottled up inside... I will be fine. I have tears to supress and a shattered heart I must hide. - Original Piece
Our conversations were ... are... a blissful temporary satisfaction, for the both of us, it seems. A welcome distraction to both our mundane lives, at best. I hear your voice now that I am writing this. But the words aren't there. I see your figure as a stare out the door. But you're no longer… Continue reading Conversations with You (A Reprise)
Here's another confession About how both of us fell into temptation: He and I, two sides of a coin He and I, two points in a triangle. I guess what I'm trying to say is, from the very start, there was a spark and electricity, and fluidity in rhyme. That is why we burned, got… Continue reading The Seventh Conversation
“Everywhere with you is fine, everywhere with you is every moment in time.” I state. He held his palm open for me and took it, and our hands above the table, intertwined. The rest of the day was ordinary. The good kind of ordinary.
I miss you. Like the flower misses the rays of the sun. I miss you Like the shore misses the waves of the ocean I miss you Like the stars miss the sky on a rainy night I miss you Like how the wind misses the leaves on the tree I miss you.
I want to hear your voice, your cries... I want to be there until sunrise. But I know I can't. I am the lonely moonlight to your starry night.
We lay there, still staring at the stars. “Hey? You asleep,” he asks once more. “No.” “Oh, good.” “Why?” Sitting up, he said, “Uhmm… I wanted to tell you something.” I look up at him, nervous. “Please don’t tell me you’d be gone by tomorrow. Please.” I could feel my eyes starting to well up.… Continue reading The Fourth Conversation
Too many tears to dry Too many years gone by. I haven't lived long enough, I guess. A bird flying through the snow, desperate for warmth. And yet here I am, cold inside.