It’s that time of the school year when students are obliged to “assess” their professors for the semester that is about to close. As much as Carine wanted to say bad things, diss, and look for something that contributes to a professor’s ruination, say, for the sake of attention, noise-making, talk, criticism, and childish fun, she could’nt conjure up anything of the destructive kind – nothing of the harmful vein. It wouldn’t be fair, you see. Even with a sometimes careless and imprudent heart with pessimistic inclinations, Carine upholds that truth is truth; facts are facts. What is obvious is clear... and what not.
Potty-train a baby as early as possible, they say. It’s easy to say and advise parents this when one is a mere onlooker – separate and detached from the actual situation. It was easy for me to say this hitherto, when I was still learning about it in school. What with all those theories on a person’s development and psychology…More
I remember him now – that guy on TV, the one who landed third place in Hear Ye, Theatre Calls. I can’t believe he lost to farmer boy, Venoit… but it is expected; Venoit performed better – best, I mean. The battle of a talent attuned to popular taste versus skill and expertise harnessed by training and theoretical knowledge.More
The heat stifled me, so I went to sleep. No one expects rain in this kind of summer heat; it is too hot to welcome rain.
I tossed and turned. I’d feel sticky if I remained in one position. The man beside me snores and moans, snores and complains. I don’t blame him. Men are meant to generate heat.More
“Okay. Next. Let’s listen to your position, Miss Evergreen. Step on the riser and begin…” instructed Miss Hally.
“Ahem- ahem!” Cara paused for twenty seconds for a pensive effect. She looked at each of her classmates’ foreheads – the area close to where eyebrows furrow. After a lungful of breath intake, stated:More
It’s a Friday. Papa finally arrived from Hawaii. It’s just nice a feeling to have him back home. It’s as if we lost him for a long, long time.More
“I just could not,” was my laconic reply to Papa when he asked me years ago, why I didn’t tell on Mrs. B*****. “I would’ve had a word with her,” he asserted.
Her voice is like the sound of the Flute – velvety smooth, warm, and full, like one glass of fresh creamy milk.
The Night Reader used to have tons of music books – some photocopied; some original. Some were hard-bound; some were loose papers stockpiled. She used to read every night before she went to sleep and sometimes, I didn’t know the hour she actually slept because I have fallen asleep sooner.
I loved observing her when she read her many books. I told myself hitherto that I was going to be like her – a reader – a voracious reader.
“It makes you smart – reading, that is,” she said. “You will gain something that others will never have.” I did not know hitherto what that “something” was, but I promised that I will read nonetheless.
Then one day, she just stopped reading. When she had received her graduate diploma and her Sablay from the University of the Philippines-Diliman, she stopped reading. She no longer sat for hours and hours just reading as it was her wont. Perhaps she found what she was looking for from those pages? …or maybe she quit her seemingly pointless pursuits.
I don’t know.
I never asked.
I merely watched her from a certain distance.
As for her books, they are now shelved at the topmost part of a storage cabinet – all covered in dust. I might never reach them since I am only yea high.
I may remember to ask her tomorrow or the next day, but for now I’m one to open her own book.
I never get bored. I don’t get bored even if I try to get bored. How do you get bored if your brain is still working? Can’t you imagine and think, at least?
Mommy Finger, Mommy Finger,
Where are you?
Here I am, here I am.
How do you do?”More
Something happened to Resorts World Manila. She did not know what that was – Cerese, who stays at home and has two windows to the world – the television and the internet.More
I was conscious about my figure.
I still am.
I just couldn’t stop worrying about how I look.
That’s why I work-out.More
I used to have other photos taken from Google to illustrate and highlight my blog contents. I was so certain that I wasn’t violating any rules. Everything in Google is for public use, right?More
“Completely exhausted by entire day of date – preparation. Being a woman is worse than being a farmer – there is so much harvesting and crop spraying to be done, legs to be waxed, underarms shaved, eyebrows plucked, feet pumiced, skin exfoliated and moisturized, spots cleansed, roots dyed, eyelashes tinted, nails filed, cellulite massaged, stomach muscles exercised. The whole performance is so highly tuned you only need to neglect it for a few days for the whole thing to go to seed. Sometimes I wonder what I would be like if left to revert to nature – with a full beard and handlebar moustache on each skin, Dennis Healey eyebrows, face a graveyard of dead skin cells, spots erupting, long curly fingernails like Struwelpeter, blind as bat and stupid runt of species as no contact lenses, flabby body flobbering around. Ugh, ugh. Is it any wonder girls have no confidence?More
Don’t get me wrong, please. I’m not a “pedo” or some sick pervert with crafty notions of… Ah, what am I saying? Of course you already have notions in your head; first impressions and what not. My fault, really, for choosing this sucky introduction and not thinking further to improve such or to change it.
Passed the initial steps
Passed all the tests
Talked in interviews
Provided them clues that…
My eyes are red, teary and weary
My tummy aching and empty
I sat for hours half-twenty
I’m long past readyMore
“No….NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” shrieked my 3-year-old daughter. She could not get farther up the stairs. There was something in her way. Finally, I thought. At least I wouldn’t have to tell her several times again, to stop climbing.More
Since I started this habit of metaphorically taking off an invisible mask of pretense, I might as well go all the way.More
“Earth’s noblest thing, a woman perfected”
– Richard Marsh
A woman should not be totally dependent on somebody else’s effort for a living, especially if this “someone” is a man. More
It is sometimes difficult to find inspiration to keep on going. With whatever arduous task given us, at some point, we pause to think and question the purpose and meaning of it all. Sometimes, we doubt ourselves; Can I really do it? Other times, we succumb to the temptation of quitting and eventually feel bad about ourselves. It is during these trying times that we need help and motivation.
At first I thought I could take on another persona. With this blog, I could pretend to be somebody, I thought. It’s easy to wear a mask because… you’ve only got to wear it – place it on your face and voila! you’re hidden.More
Have you tried going in-between your parents’ word fight?
I have… many times.More
I never thought that I would be drawn to blogging. Just last week, I was contented watching TV and surfing the net for “random things that catch my attention”. Blogging was ushered into my life by a mere stumbling upon one well-written article. And just like love at first sight, it happened just like that. Blogging arrested my attention like one hunky dude would.More
I believe I made a mistake. If I were fit to this day, I would probably be stronger and more confident of myself. I wouldn’t be hiding from the world, for one.
Source: Fat-Fit-Fat: Beginning Again
I used to weigh 52 kilos when I was in college. Before that, however, I was the fat-kid in class, More
I can’t believe that my last “poke” to a friend was way back year 2013. That is like, four years ago. Have I been that neglectful of my social connections? Was I really serious with the hiatus thing I decided on a couple of years back?More
I’ve been at it for several days – the planning and thinking of what to put in my blog. What do I want to write about? What do I want to share? I’ve tried numerous names for my blog site.More
It’s fascinating to see how Philippine humor evolves. I didn’t get to see it from the beginning, but I just know that it changed over the times. I’m not a humorous person, I believe, but I know when humor is at my door. I get a sense of “patriotic pride” knowing that Pinoys found their own “humor-niche”.More
It’s two o’clock in the morning and I am still awake. I’m supposed to be sleeping, I know. But something tells me that I have something left to do.More