Dahil sa problema ko sa sikmura, bawal na muna akong uminom. Nakakalungkot, lalo na’t nasa bahay lang ako at madalas na mag-isa. Masarap sanang lumaklak ng beer o kaya ng pipitsuging wine habang nagtatrabaho, nanonood ng kung anu-anong palabas online, nagbabasa, o kahit nakatunganga lang at walang ginagawa.
When I was a young girl, my father failed to take me into the city to see a marching band. Neither did he tell me about the black parade. But his memory will carry on.
I began to drift apart from poetry after graduation. I don’t remember how or why exactly. Now, whenever someone asks me why I don’t write poems anymore, I just laugh and say that it’s just not for me.
Nararamdaman ko na ang bagsik niyang mukhang galit na galit na siya sa akin kaya walang humpay sa pagbuga ng nakapapasong asido. Hindi ko naman siya masisi, lalo na’t ilang taon ko rin siyang inabuso.
Tim and I rewatched That Thing Called Tadhana last weekend, and of course it made us miss Baguio more. Actually, we’ve been thinking of this place a lot lately. It has already been a year since our last vacation there. And, in this weather, it is really not too hard to be reminded of this city.
A few days ago, Jolens nominated me for the Liebster Award. Although I know awards such as this one don’t really mean a lot, I still appreciate it. The whole thing seems fun, plus I think it’s a great way to discover great blogs.
Mahilig ako sa piniritong pagkain. Kahit noong maliit pa ako’t nakatira sa bahay ng lolo at lola ko kung saan laging masarap ang ulam, baliw na baliw na talaga ako sa kahit anong pinirito.
For me, a thoroughfare isn’t simply a path that connects point A to point B. Sometimes, it can also connect me to a particular set of memories. Some, in fact, I’ve already linked to certain tales of betrayals.
Ngayon, kahit hindi na ako naniniwala sa relihiyon, hindi ko pa rin maiwasang masabik sa tuwing darating ang “Ber” season. Alam ko, epekto ito ng paglaki ko sa isang pamilyang mahilig sa Pasko.
I know I’ll have bigger battles to face when I turn 30, and I’m excited. But I have to wait another year. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy being 29. It may be a year short of 30, but it does not mean I won’t be brave and angry.
Isa sa mga pinakapaborito kong lakad noong 2019 ay ang pagpunta ko sa Lucban, Quezon. Naimbitahan ako ng isang kaibigan para magbigay ng talk sa creative nonfiction sa event ng paaralan kung saan siya nagtuturo.
Many times, I wonder why I write. Why, of all things that can be done, I’ve chosen this one. This thing that’s never easy and is often unrewarding. This, which requires discipline and hard work.
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