I appreciate a good morning. Most especially when the daily drive to work is greeted with a beautiful sky. I took this photo yesterday (March 8th) soon after I dropped my daughter off to school, and I had the International Women's Day on my mind. There were some news yesterday morning about the travesty … Continue reading Morning Drive
Freedom from Impulsive Reactivity In my 20s when I embarked on being an undergrad, there were moments that I would react impulsively at anything being thrown at me. I felt immense passion for my beliefs or my cause, and I felt compelled to defend them at all times. It was a pure luxury of … Continue reading Freedom
I’ll be somewhat disclosing my age here by writing this essay, but there’s a point to be made about the generation that I am a member of. The generation that has been defined by experts as those who came after the baby boomers are now grown. The Generation X—because no one could fucking come … Continue reading The X Legacy
Binary There seems to be a misunderstanding when it comes to the notion of being in a relationship. I'm referring to having a significant other. You know one plus one equals two. The concept of binary centers on, according to its vocab, "relating to, using, or expressed in a system of numerical notation that has … Continue reading Binary
The first elementary school I attended in the U.S. was Emerson Elementary School located in Oakland, California. My dad was stationed at Oakland Army Base for three years, and my family flew in from Cavite City, Philippines. Before Emerson elementary, I went to a regular public school, and before that a Catholic private school … Continue reading The Way to Dream..
She sat at her favorite spot in the library. She had the desk all to herself, although four people can actually fit on the rectangular table. Everyone who spends a great deal of time at the library knows that once a person occupies the entire table, it was off limits to everyone else. If a … Continue reading Penelope
A Letter On The Eve Of The 44th year My Dearest, I know that you would love to spend the day in bed wallowing in the simple truth that your 44th year is the last year of your early 40s. You are wondering how time is such an asshole for being a realistic and practical … Continue reading A Letter On The Eve Of The 44th year
He stood at the front of one of his bookshelves eyeing the collection of books that had accumulated throughout the years. He worked for many prestigious private corporations and he believed that by displaying variations of books in his office bookshelf, those who he came in contact with would be highly impressed. The books … Continue reading SHORTcomings
I was born in a small town outside of Manila City, Philippines. The first few years of my life was spent in a town called Cavite. The residents of this town all knew each other, and they knew each of the family’s history. The house I grew up in belonged to my paternal grandparents. When … Continue reading The Nobodies, The Nothings, and The No Ones.
He sat and observed the people sitting around him. It was a busy Sunday morning and rightfully so since everyone was celebrating the one figure who gave them all life. He had read somewhere that mother’s day was a holiday that was intentionally meant for something else—the celebration of women who chose to be or … Continue reading Perspectives