I learned yesterday from listening to an Elizabeth Gilbert podcast that, most writers fear writing because they fight it. When one writes, one has to participate in the act of writing, and stop fighting it, lest it’ll feel like a bitter gourd pushed into your mouth to eat. I think I have started participating again […]
Black, white, asian, middle-eastern, dutch. The church was full of all colors, even sizes. My 10-month old nephew could probably understand the homily more than I. Yesterday was my brother-in-law’s birthday celebration. The house was full of all characters–karaoke singers, karaoke dancers, Filipino couples, Filipino-Dutch couples, Filipino couple soon-to-be married, Filipino teenager raised in Holland, […]
Young people are always engrossed with traveling, of not being here, of being somewhere else, of being anywhere else but here, as if we’re always looking for ourselves. We are traveling all the time. Our mind travels. Our heart travels. Even our nostrils travel. It’s in our DNA to travel. We travel even if we […]
Apeldoorn, The Netherlands We went out, three degrees outside, for the first time since I got here. There was a nearby shopping strip — Mango, Zara, and the local Dutch brands. We set out to look for these items, the only I items I target, take note, target, to buy while in Europe. This means everything in […]
I was 28 when I embarked on this personal writing journey called ReflectionsOfaNearly30. Some read it as Reflections of an Early 30, and that can work too, starting this year (2016) when I’m 31. In this series, I attempted to document my first European adventure (or misadventures). It’s 68 days of my life as a […]
Anyone who has seen Batanes will become a poet, a film maker, or a lover. Fall in love with its enigma, its vastness, its roughness and perfection, its charm, and its ability to devour you and you won’t even mind. In fact, you will never want to see what lies beyond the landscapes, the wandering […]
I started my first visit to Tokyo with a toilet disaster—you know, the automatic bidet that almost gave me a facial wash. Should I say more? And the rest is, and should be, history. Little did I know that that was just one of the automatics in almost everywhere I went. Here are some of […]
Here and now again in solitude with a potpourri of thoughts nonsense albeit a subject indefinite. Nothing. All there is is the image of you, humming the sweetest song, enjoying every minute of what life has to offer. As if you were the only one there. But I was there too under the blanket of […]
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