"The world is too big," she said, "but that doesn't mean we stop searching."
...as you step out of the four corners of the building you call your home, and feel on your skin the subtle breeze of the wind, the comfortable warmth of the afternoon sun. ...as you rake your fingers through your hair, and wrap your arms around yourself as you wait, ever patiently, for things… Continue reading Take care…
There is a sense of horror that comes only with uncertainty: is this genuinely what I feel and know? Is this what I desire? Am I feeling truthfully? Ever since I first grappled with my mania and my depression and my anxiety I have always wondered if what I felt were real, or… Continue reading Tentative Truths
(A dare and a desire to reconnect brought me to Tumblr today, where most everything that I thought of used to reside -- here's one of them, written by almost-18 year old me) You know how they say that when you look at the Milky Way from a hundred miles away, it’s highly… Continue reading 190612 (Blast from the past)
Nine months ago today, I said yes to an invitation to be part of what I have always envisioned myself to be involved in when I realised I was going to go to law school -- environmental law and human rights work. Heartbreaks, frustrations, more than one disappointment, and almost a year later, I still… Continue reading S p e s
There is no truth more universally acknowledged than the fact that time flies -- months skip, weeks jump, days whizz by. And today, inconspicuously (or, rather, due to the flurry of events catching us unawares), we were ushered into the first of the last month of the decade. And all of us was none… Continue reading Ending’s beginning/Beginning’s end
It hasn't been good lately. No, scratch that. It hasn't been good for a while. And every time I look out and am reminded of how much worse everything might be for others, I tell myself, maybe it actually has been good lately. But when I get home to my empty… Continue reading It hasn’t been good lately
I haven't written in forever. I mean, of course I have. Of course I've lifted a pen and doodled mindlessly, of course I've opened my laptop and written more deliberately -- articles of the academic kind, op-eds and such, of course I've been on Twitter and have let loose strings of thought that I… Continue reading How are yous and I am fines
Grief is such an odd thing, no? At any point during the day I could come across plenty of dogs, and I'd feel a tinge, but nothing too debilitating. If the sun's not too harsh and the owner is friendly enough, I'd even kneel in front of the dog to give him/her a pat. Probably… Continue reading Fin
Oftentimes when I reflect on the past year, I allow in my arsenal two things: a mind map, and an optimism to search for bright spots. For last 2018, both were unnecessary, because as it turns out, some years are just worse off than others. Rudimentarily, there were good times: falling in love and graduating… Continue reading The year that was
It's been exhausting being Filipino recently. One would think one would get numbed by the flurry of events: by incandescent words thrown almost blindly by the man the plurality made ruler, by disposed bodies of the unfortunate, by the crumbling institutions. I wish I'd just be numbed. Yet I'm glad I feel every bit of… Continue reading When bleak is bleakest
Of perpetual finds 