During our retreats in high school,we were made to answer questions. According to my parents, it is but normal to have questions since we were at a point when we should be deciding what our roles in life would be. Mainly.. what to take in college. Whatever we did take in college was supposed to ‘set us up’ for the...
I am not a foodie – although I do love eating. I love trying out new food, new recipes and new ways of doing old dishes. The reason why I decided to write about food, cooking and recipes is so that when my son decides to have a family of his own, he can have a list of the food that he loved as a child, tuck away...
We spend most of our days working. We talk to people without really communicating. “Do this, do that, what’s the status on, have you seen the news, how’s the weather, this is the plan, boss says, wife says, hubby says, son says”.. No wonder people say we don’t stop to smell the flowers – that is, to stop and look at...
Sometimes I feel that there are places in this world that blurs the line that divides reality from the imagination. It was 7am and the sun was shining through the trees. All I could hear were birds, dogs and roosters that roused everyone from their sleep. I stepped out and walked around barefoot. It felt good to be...
Amidst the laughter and the singing that surrounded me, I saw a stranger on his board in the middle of the sea. He leisurely rowed away from the beach, away from all that noise. It was just him, the water, the wind in the tropics. [googleplusauthor]
We spend most of our days working. We talk to people without really communicating. “Do this, do that, what’s the status on, have you seen the news, how’s the weather, this is the plan, boss says, wife says, hubby says, son says”.. No wonder people say we don’t stop to smell the flowers – that is, to stop and look at...
NOTE to readers: This happened long before ghost whisperer or medium came on cable. This is also a repost from another blog I have. I don’t know how this will be received. For those who don’t believe, you can treat this as your regular sci-fi segment. It’s ok. I couldn’t believe it myself until it happened to me. A...
I’ve often longed to walk in the woods, have a solitary moment with nature, to commune and receive enlightenment as the buddha did, under a bodhi tree [Hmm we don’t have those, although a mango tree would do]. But no. There are times when I feel condemned to trudge the life of a worker, trying to make ends meet to...
Home. When I was a kid I learned that home was where my parents and grandparents were. We were made to memorize our phone numbers and addresses. If we got lost, we were to go to the nearest police station and give the honorable policeman my address and he will take me home. When I was in college, I learned that home...
People have always told me, “You have so many interests, you have to focus on something and that will define you!” “No wonder you don’t like sleeping, you’re always doing something.” “What do you want to be? You have to be somebody. You can only chose one!” Sometimes I despair because I can’t choose. I have this...
In the beginning there was darkness. That was where all creation came from. The darkness of one’s thoughts, the murkiness of one’s womb, the shadows of sleep where dreams take shape. Creation is like a drug that gets the blood running. An idea that can drive you insane like the incessant caterwauling of cats out in the...
Sometimes the most moving pieces of work is chaos expressed, anger channeled and emptiness personified. Let our fingers remember the emotions as they paint, click, type, mold, twist their way through the medium. And that’s all she wrote, [googleplusauthor]
Time and again, the songs that would often be a hit among tweeners would be those about friendship, courtship and being your own person. Finding your path in life and following it are two different issues. After one finds out what they want to do in life, pressures from peers and family suddenly become a burden to...
People often tell me “I can’t do what you do…you know, talk to the dead.” I’d always tell them that they can. In fact they’ve been doing it all their life and it is just known by another name. Praying. Technically you talk to the dead when you pray. There’s the saints, Jesus, Mother Mary, your parents and those that went...
I haven’t created a comic strip in decades, yet somehow this one had to be drawn…not written. Why “Noonies”? A friend of mine, Leanna, used that word to describe what we were all going through. “You know…that TV show where that alien guy went upside down in a closet and goes ‘noonie-noonie-noonie’…. ” she...
