You’re going to die. I’m going to die. We’re all going to die. The Battleship movie has been playing on repeat every night. Quarantine has made my non-scifi fan father succumb into the magic of […]
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What’s on your mind? And some unsolicited quarantined thoughts.
Everything has its timeline. For how long, that we do not know. But rest assured that nothing can last indefinitely. This too will pass. Give it a week or two, believe me, the issue eventually follows a natural death as it gets trampled with another burning issue. So don’t take everything to the heart (most especially if it does not concern you). Learn the art of kebs.
As we meet again…. (A prophecy)
Author’s Note: Finally. After ten long years, I am now able to keep my promise of publishing “our story” on a “blog”. I don’t know how you are right now, our supposed-to-be “reunion” wasn’t able […]
Today, I got married
I have always dreamt of getting married – of getting all pretty and walking down the aisle, of crying tons of tears towards my groom, of holding so tight the arms of my beloved parents. […]
I cried in transit to Mantayupan Falls
How to survive Quarter Life Crisis. I laughed out loud upon reading the title of the book my colleague was seriously reading that afternoon. I was twenty-two back then and had known very little of what was about to happen in my life. But instead of getting offended, she shared how helpful the book was; then she added: You’ll never know when you’ll need one.
I wished I listened to her. I wished I had read that book in advance – because right now, I really need one.
The Ugly Truths of Blogging
Blogging is no ‘happily-ever-after’ story. Behind the instagrammable posts, creatively-woven stories, duly-curated content, and seemingly perfect lives of bloggers are unfathomable loads of work and stress that aren’t shown on their “My Days”. They won’t talk about how they squeeze their brain juices just to come up with trending posts; how they endure juggling the demands of work, family, and matters that need urgent attention; how they struggle to keep burning the passion of expressing themselves despite the fear of being judged, scrutinized, hated, or for a more millennial term, bashed.
The Colors of the Rain
People who keep umbrellas in their bags are weird. This is one of the many crazy things Christine taught me when we were in college. I don’t know where she got that, but that’s one […]
Where to go next after Bada
Gaining friends in the mountains is quick and easy – trailfood and few shots of empe’ are the key. But keeping them for life is the real work. Sooner or later, the group will disband; each one will follow trails that would lead to the summits of their own lives. Somehow, the group chat comes alive, but most the year, it lies idly, toppled over by other chats that demand more attention. Truth be told, there are some moments that we can no longer recreate.
Because creativity takes courage
But in this daunting age of social media, creativity greatly requires courage. Whatever you post online can either make or break you – even your own opinion, thoughts, or stories. My write-ups weren’t spared from such criticisms. They became subjects of not so healthy arguments. And the critics – or shall I say bashers – didn’t settle with just scrutinizing; they went below the belt. Personal attacks were fired. Curses flew like confetti in a raging war. But you know what hurt the most? It’s when trusted allies turn their backs on you.
I hope you stop asking your purpose
What is my purpose? We’ve all been suffering from this notion: of not finding the reason why we live, of not playing a big role in the great tapestry of life. When this question is left unanswered, this becomes an unhealthy concept that we end up trying to question every single day. But what we fail to see is that: purpose does not have a stable meter. It does not need to be superbly great. It does not focus on one single goal.
