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Showing posts with label diary entries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diary entries. Show all posts
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    Life in lockdown: the fish with a bird's name

    We're running out of rice. My organic long-grain is taking its sweet time rolling into town from Nueva Ecija, the country's rice...

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    Saturday, done right

    The past week had been bad on my energy levels. With all the shiz going on at work, I wish I could just block off all the updates and just f...

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    2019, a eulogy

    The year is ending in a few minutes and my social media feeds are bombarded with essays. I hate all the unwarranted emotional downpour b...

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    What's it like?

    Recently,  I've been in a very introspective period, a phase triggered by two news of deaths: one from someone I've heard of...

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    And here we are

    I am beginning to feel that sluggishness of having to update an outdated blog account. Blogging seemed to have been largely abandoned i...

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    A Sunset Catch

    TD and I saw these children last night while doing our mandatory walk along the beach. These kids, as we found out, were looking for sh...

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    It's Only January!

    I could not get myself to stop staring at this photograph. I'm pathetic, I know. Especially since its not even true to begin with. ...

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  • We Are All Storytellers

    Last month, my ex-favourite person (it became so after this video) sent me a video on why I shouldn't call myself a storyteller. The bot...

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    Remembering Remembering

    The year 2016 will close in a few hours and my Facebook feed gets bombarded with how horrible the current year had been with its share of sh...

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  • The End

    I believe in signs. It's not because they're romantic but because noticing them means one thing: awareness. When I get preoccupie...

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    Sunday

    8:03 a.m. I am on the verge of a creative breakdown. I've been ruminating on a feature film concept since June but my muse hasn'...

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  • Saturday Night

    They don’t put bubbles in the milktea anymore. They omitted the Thai version and retained this one, a brown concoction with more milk than t...

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    Stalemate

    Raindrops hit my ankles as I breeze through the cobblestones. Looming around are ancestral houses painted new, in a street littered with ki...

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    Bunso

    In this photo you are a conqueror. Do you notice how we crowd to you? How we struggle to get into the frame, be included in your light? You...

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  • Today

    I broke my blue glass. My stoneware salt pig fell from its altar and rolled over, hitting my overturned glasses like pins in a blowling alle...

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    NYC Diaries: Tired and Jetlagged

    Times Square, daylight Paul and I were awake as early as 3 a.m.; Our body clocks still wired to 4 p.m. in Manila. After three hours of n...

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    NYC Diaries: Touchdown

    The bed has never been as enticing. I arrived at Bill’s house after 19 hours of air travel. I never had jetlags but today, tonight rather, ...

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    In Reverence

    Our shoulders touch as the boat crosses the bay in a tedious passage. This lonesome  voyage we share with a chorus of tired souls...

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    Zambales Diaries: Camping in Anawangin

    I first heard of Anawangin Cove from Kim during our magazine days. She used to camp at this Zambales escape a lot. The primary come-on was t...

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    Swerve

    That kadin (local name for mountain goat) is a more experienced trekker than I am The other week, I applied for a travel writing scholar...

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