The danger of being unbothered is that compassion and empathy are absent from the equation. It is a blatant disregard and dismissal of the other’s feelings, grievances, histories. To be unbothered is to cocoon yourself within impenetrable layers, separate and distinct from the world around you. Minding your own business is good, but deliberately choosing… Continue reading #Unbothered: Uncool
LET THIS HULING EL BIMBO BE THE LAST – PART II
Let’s assume I am not as steeped into the music of the Eraserheads. Let’s say I was but a casual fan familiar enough with their more popular songs made accessible through the radio and their music videos. Let’s say the use of music and the performance of it were good enough for me, and that… Continue reading LET THIS HULING EL BIMBO BE THE LAST – PART II
LET THIS HULING EL BIMBO BE THE LAST – PART I
The spotlight turns on. A white piece of cloth covers something, someone in the middle of a tight alleyway. A body. But also, as it would unfortunately turn out, the Eraserheads’ discography. Sirens, phone calls, a salaryman picking up and then starting with an unnecessarily angry rendition of Poorman’s Grave. In my head, a red flag… Continue reading LET THIS HULING EL BIMBO BE THE LAST – PART I
NOT A MORNING PERSON BUT WILL WAKE UP FOR SUNRISE: KILTEPAN
October 2015. I was just coming out of my cocoon of anxiety that had been debilitating me for the past year and a half. I was also transitioning from one marketing job to the next. I didn’t want to start without a break. It was in an entirely new territory, both in terms of physical… Continue reading NOT A MORNING PERSON BUT WILL WAKE UP FOR SUNRISE: KILTEPAN
Faith, As Prescribed By Fred Durst
First things first: Full-grown adult me has some very pointed misgivings about ascribing good advice to Limp Bizkit, but also high school me counters by saying, “They made the most sense to you in hgh school, and in many ways than one, you oftentimes think high school you made much more sense than full-grown adult… Continue reading Faith, As Prescribed By Fred Durst
Cloud Nine
Humble yourself at her feet. She is strength as she is grace. She is unforgiving as she is accommodating. There is only room for one ego that her swells will carry; it won’t be yours. Understand, you are but a guest. Leave all you know by the shore, remember to bend at the knee. But… Continue reading Cloud Nine
Flat Earth
Bilog ang mundo. Directly translated, this means The world is round. But the word mundo in Filipino does not only mean world, it also means earth. As in the solid mass of rock spinning in circles ‘round the sun, floating between stars, and comets, and meteors, and wide, vast nothingness, while all the while burning at its core.… Continue reading Flat Earth
Today, Reset
On this day last year, according to my Facebook memories, I missed my train to San Francisco and had to ride with my dad from Sacramento all the way to the city to catch an important appointment. On this day last year, according to my Facebook memories, we had clear skies as we drove down… Continue reading Today, Reset
Fragile Objects
It sounds more like something you’d say, which is why it doesn’t feel right for me to use it even as a mere expression to describe the current state of things filling my end of the universe: detritus. It’s one of those things that have become owned—even when words are not objects to be collected and stamped… Continue reading Fragile Objects
Tachycardiac
budding romances are in order yet again. the akward but obviously giddy exchange of hugs, sidelong glances, feigned casualness of texting on the phone while simultaneously keeping up with the chatter. but your stance gives you away, dear. the way you cushion your cheek against the palm of your hand, or the way you eagerly look… Continue reading Tachycardiac