Category: Personal

Personal

Via Crucis

It’s that time of the year again where we crucify Jesus Christ.  We commit sin so many times in a year that Jesus symbolically has to be crucified by us.  Not that we’re saved when Easter comes – we have sought salvation since the first Crucifixion – but every year, a few days of spiritual […]

CONTINUE READING
Personal

Confessions in Exhaustion

“That’s all I can stands, and I can’t stands no more.”  – Popeye the Sailor I’m drinking deep of the well of inspiration and I find myself parched; these are the moments that I don’t feel like writing, and I can’t write anything of value.  True, I have a share in things that may compel […]

CONTINUE READING
Personal

A Love Story

Where do I begin: this is not a love story of boy-meets-girl, or a tale of girl-meets-boy.  There are no magic potions, curses from evil witches, or Prince Charming laying a kiss on a Beautiful Princess.  There is no once-upon-a-time, or a happily-ever-after.  It is a story of everything falling into place, at just the […]

CONTINUE READING
Personal

Daisuki Monogatari

There’s a movie in somebody’s mind, played over and over until the lines are committed to memory.  The plot gets tightened in all the right places as it is run through the brain.  Everyone knows the beginning of the tale, and no one knows – perhaps, no one cares – when and how it will […]

CONTINUE READING
Personal

Cicatrice IV

We were taught to live in the footsteps of Jesus, yet we ended up walking down the road taken by lesser men. We came of age, and came into sin.  The host became bread, the prayer an excuse for rest and sleep.  Rosaries passed through my hand once; now, I hold cigarettes between my fingers.  […]

CONTINUE READING
Personal

Reading Through Grandmother's Cataracts

If my grandmother were still alive, she would have turned 97 in a few days.  In her late eighties, she was confined to a wheelchair, although she made a lot of effort in trying to stand and walk on her own even months before she died.  At the twilight of her life, Lola’s passions were […]

CONTINUE READING
Personal

Me and the Pacman

Every time Manny Pacquiao wins a fight, at least one person brings up the reality check: that Pacquiao’s victory is his and his alone.  His victory doesn’t lift us up from poverty, it doesn’t cure corruption from Government, and once the fight is over, it’s the same-old-same-old for the lot of us.  It’s the jaded […]

CONTINUE READING
Personal

Azucarera

With a deft stroke of the machete, the kid cut the sugarcane and split it lengthwise.  With a few more strokes, the segment was split into fibers which he handed to us.  Pantawid-gutom, tanggal pagod na rin. We were on our way to some of the shanties that stood between the farmers of Hacienda Luisita […]

CONTINUE READING
Personal

First of November

“November 1: I think I need to take it easier on myself.” My tickler is full of reminders I give myself on red-letter holidays; reminders I don’t usually follow because I either forget, or I don’t follow my own advice.  On my birthday, I reminded myself to quit smoking.  Valentine’s Day, I reminded myself to […]

CONTINUE READING