Influences (or Why I Write the Way I Do)

Natalie Goldberg (free-flowing writing)
Clarissa Pinkola Estes (wild woman writing)
Jane Hutchison (direct-to-the-point writing)
Ernest Hemingway (simple words writing)

Monday, February 20, 2017

A Cake of Wishes

I have much to be thankful for today. Got my birthday wish. A long drive from Manila to San Jose, NE. Then from Bagabag NV to Santiago. Then, the icing. The daughter passed the entrance exam at AC. Blessings come in threes. So perhaps tomorrow, the third wish will come true.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

The Chapel at Assumption


This is a very beautiful chapel at Assumption College. Beautiful in its simplicity. Only one stained glass icon adores it; nothing less than Mama Mary on her Assumption into heaven. So happy and privileged to be here. I did not make a wish. I just let myself be enveloped by holiness and grace.



Friday, February 17, 2017

A Friday

Today, the daughter homed in at AC. The story won a Fitbit. Our block prexy met an untimely death in Batangas. Had my first case of cramps in the car, just before driving. Life really is what it is. Where one starts, another ends. We are victorious and distraught within hours. Life is just like this.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Pride

a high school friend of mine died today. of breast cancer - after a double mastectomy and treatment for six months. i have a feeling her treatment was a rip-off. doctors egging for treatment while rubbing their hands happy for the fees. she died just after the cancer invaded also her bones and kidneys. on her pictures in FB, i see that not only life was extinguished from her. her face was devoid already of hope.

we were about to meet sometime in november. but i sensed that she will cancel. we used to be housemates and our parting was not well. still, i was hoping to see her, but she canceled last minute with her blood chem results as attachments. told her. it's not necessary. if she's not feeling well, then alright to cancel. but i guessed she was just not ready to meet me with her condition. just had her head shaved. she would come not her confident upright self.

i've always said that when it's my time, i will choose no treatment. but then who knows? who knows what reasons you're celebrating life when cancer strikes? who knows the reasons that will make you choose to be well, despite the costs, and despite the doctors grinning sheepishly in the background. perhaps the way to go above all is Pride. to hold on to that ounce of self-belief that one can make it, and that surviving is an active decision, rather than just a passive outcome.

i choose to remember her happy and vibrant. so long my friend.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

A Creed for the Single


For hearts that are breaking, still broken, and having a hard time healing, take what is. Face the pain. Embrace the loneliness. Surrender. Be patient. Focus on what you love, and is there. Stay good. There is a miracle in Time. Time will make you better. 

Monday, February 13, 2017

A Place Called Mayoyao


it's distance can fool a newcomer. it looks so near. but to get to the town proper, the vehicle must pass cakey and clayey roads when wet. in 2015 and 2016, i was still privileged to see its towering hills and narrow cliff roads.  but today, these were no more. the mountains on my left have been shaved considerably to give way to wider roads. and soon, the elusiveness and disguise of Mayoyao will be no more.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Hitting the Sack

Tonight, will be hitting the sack before 10pm. The first for over a week of not being able to sleep because of the itchiness. The rashes and bites are seemingly subsiding. And the regimen of using mild soap, leaving it for 2 minutes, is working, lightening the redness.  Away from home and learning to make any where as home.  Travelers cannot be too choosy.

In the Company of Sherlock

Yesterday was a full day. Not of work, but of errands and cooking and cleaning. Yoga was the highlight. I began  the day with what makes me happy to get me through. Cleaning ladies come every quarter and the reason I like cleaning is I get to see the condo - what needs repair, purchase, inspection by the owner.

So yesterday, Sherlock kept me company. Just like Sundays in Perth before. I cook with LOTR, Whitechapel and once, with Kimi Dora. Sherlock is your typical one-man-saves-the-world plot, which I actually frown on. That's why the main character has to be played by Benedict Cumberbatch. It has to be someone easy on the eyes. But story-wise, Sherlock has it - ingenuity, the class of the British with plot-making that is not at all about revenge (what Filipino serye is mainly about), and the cinematography - not just of sights but of ordinary things like sidewalks, intersections, doors, and even, a plate of sausages.

When the day ended at 11pm, so did The Last Vow (Season 3 Episode 3). Goodnight Sherlock. You're a good man now.


Friday, February 10, 2017

At Costa


Corto. So irresistible. So I succumbed after dropping by the bank. I was about to do gratitude journal writing; alas, left the pencil case on the office desk. So I took this pic instead. Of the year I was born and a prophetic message that, yeah, I will be in London in this lifetime. The Corto was simple, perfect. I just enjoyed the moment. Having Corto. Sitting on a white-painted wooden chair at Costa. To be perfectly happy, simply happy.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Mite War

If sunlight can kill mites, then a hot iron too. So way past the usual bedtime, I was vigorously ironing the naked bed. Later, changed the sheets to white. Tomorrow, will get the tea tree oil for DYI mite repellent. I might just sleep on the couch tomorrow. What a way to spend the remaining days being 46. I will not forget this.