Self-evaluation at 1:34AM

Sometimes, I feel detached from myself. Like earlier while taking a shower, there was a moment where I felt like I don't know how to shampoo anymore. I was musing about the things I care about: church work and serving God, learning sign, reading books, writing. I wonder if I just lack time or if…

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let’s give this another try

People say that blogging is passé and vlogging is the way to go, yet here I am, resurrecting my little corner in the interwebs. When I created this account almost eight years ago, I was just pushed into blogging through my first job. We were required to produce content that connect to certain topics as…

My KAIROS

Sometimes the best ideas come when we’re in the shower. Up until now, I don’t really know what was in the water that day I decided for good to leave my job of five years. I don’t know what made that day so different from the other days when I felt like resigning was just…

Pelikulang Pilipino Noon

Nais kong magsulat sa sariling wika ngayong gabi. Kung meron mang makakabasa nito na mula sa ibang bansa o hindi nakakaintindi ng Tagalog, humihingi ako ng pasensya. Asahan niyong walang masasamang salita o mga sikretong pang-Pilipino lamang ang lalabas dito sa isusulat ko. Nais ko lamang mahasa ang aking paggamit ng Tagalog sa pagsusulat. Marahil ito…

Tomorrow’s Countdown

We are only counting hours till election day comes, and still, my mind is drawing a blank on who to vote for as president. If only I could keep my final answer that way—nameless. Instead of leaving four ovals unshaded, I’d keep all of them untouched and move on to my vice president’s name, where I…

Pag-alala

Para kay Jason Sa isang sulok ng kwarto, merong isang kahon. Sa loob nito’y larawan ng mga bata Noong unang panahon Pilit na inaalala Kung ano ang dapat makita Maya’t-maya’y nalilinawan. Mga batang nakahilera, nakangiti sa kamera May isa doon (oo, siya nga) Malaki ang ngiti, abot hanggang mata Parang lulusong mula sa larawan Ramdam…

2010 – 2015

Right now all I could think of are the numbers: Five years, four walls. Three times rebooted and restarted. There is only one me. Too many times moved that I've completely lost count. Too many faces and names to remember not to forget.