Tidbits

May 19, 2013 at 6:15 PM | Posted in Musings, Travel, TV, Writing | Leave a comment

  • Last April I was able to meet with my aunt and uncle who arrived from the States for a short vacation. It’s been years since I saw them and I’m glad that they were here again. I had a great time during our family gatherings, laughing and talking with my relatives. Sadly though, I wasn’t able to join them when they went to Caramoan Islands last month due to my work and limited time. My mother and our relatives stayed there for three days, and I was extremely envious that they were able to set foot on the beach where Survivor: Caramoan was filmed. As a consolation though, I will be coming home to Bicol in October. So that’s something to look forward to.

  • I had gotten an unusual request from my aunt who came from the States. She asked me and my sister to submit a story to Maalaala Mo Kaya about her experience in America as an immigrant. She loves watching that show for years even before she and my uncle migrated to the States. She thought that since my sister and I are the writers in the family (My sister used to be a writer also but she gave it up. Now I’m the only writer in the family.), it would be a good idea that we write her story and submit it to the show. She’s hoping her story would get picked up and be aired on national television. Personally, if I were to share my own story I would want to write a book about it. Television wouldn’t be the proper medium for me.

  • I joined the millions of Filipinos who voted in the recently concluded senatorial elections. I came at the precinct early morning but there were already throngs of people lining up to vote. The voting was quick, though I encountered a problem with the PCOS machine. Apparently the machine was so sensitive to slight crumples that my ballot was rejected several times. After about six tries, the machine finally accepted my ballot. It took me just an hour to do the entire voting process, from the lining up to the voting itself.

Bits and Pieces

December 23, 2012 at 1:36 AM | Posted in Musings, Writing | Leave a comment

I haven’t been posting here for a while and so much have happened. Most of what’s happening in my life these past months I’ve written on my journal as they involved a lot of very personal stuff and not for public consumption. Yes, you might be surprise to know that I still keep a good, old-fashioned diary. All my personal rants and raves can be found there as well as my private thoughts. And I like writing in long hand once in a while. That’s how I draft most of my poems and personal essays.

Anyway, the later part of 2012 proved to be a tough one for me. I had to deal with a lot of pressure and life-changing decisions. I’m still under an overcast sky and feel like waiting for the other shoe to drop at this point. So I’m really looking forward to next year and hoping for the better.

Birthday Weekend Getaway

January 23, 2012 at 8:37 PM | Posted in Lifestyle, Travel, Writing | 5 Comments
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I just came back from San Juan, Batangas where I spent my birthday frolicking at the beach and relaxing at the resort. It was sort of an adventure trip actually. I traveled alone with no companion at all. It was my first time as a solo traveler and I must say that I enjoyed it very much. This was what I’ve always wanted – some time alone by myself.

This idea came about last year when I decided to do something out of the ordinary for my birthday this 2012. I said to myself that I’m going to treat myself this year and go out of town. And after a stressful month at work, I booked myself a resort room in Balai sa San Juan just in time for the long weekend holiday.

So last Friday, I found myself traveling to an unfamiliar place excited about spending time at the beach. The resort had this rustic feel to it and I loved that it was situated in a secluded area. My room had no phone, TV, and minibar at all. There was no WiFi either. And I was glad because I didn’t want any modern distraction. Part of the reason why I wanted to go solo was because I wanted to go back to writing. It’s been a long time since I drafted a short story, and the beach was the perfect place for me to write.

I spent my first day at the resort exploring and just walking along the beach taking in the fresh sea breeze and watching the calming waves. I intended to watch the sunset at the beach but unfortunately, the skies were cloudy that time and the sun remained hidden behind those clouds. I reserved the night just typing away at my laptop with a new story in mind.

The morning after was my birthday and I spent the whole day at the beach. It was a good thing that it was off season because there was hardly anyone at the beach. After enjoying a good few hours of swimming, I settled in one of the cottages along the shore and past the time alternately reading a book and writing. I stayed there until dusk but unfortunately no sign of the sunset again because the sky remained cloudy.

I checked out the next day but not before I had my last walk along the beach. It’s such a shame that my vacation ended so soon. I honestly was not ready to leave. In fact, when I came back to Manila I felt disappointed after I had my first glimpse of the skycrapers. The mountains, trees and lush greeneries of Batangas were gone and instead there were concrete and steel everywhere. I’ll take the beach any day if you ask me.

The Write Stuff

April 25, 2011 at 5:07 PM | Posted in Lifestyle, Writing | Leave a comment
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Surprisingly I was quite productive last Holy Week. Productive in the sense that I managed to write two new personal essays and an article for my group’s website. It was not my usual routine during Holy Week. I am really not into spiritual retreats or meditations when it’s Holy Week.  So what I usually do is to either go out of town and hit the beach, have a DVD marathon, meet with friends, or finish reading the books I’ve been putting off for a while. It was not the case this year.

I’ve been neglecting my writing lately (non-professional writing, that is) so it was sort of an achievement that I have written new materials in the past weekend. I am very pleased with myself. Of course, that was not the only thing I did during the holiday. But I won’t go into details here because all the other stuff I did were pretty mundane that it’s not worth mentioning.

Poetry in Notion

April 8, 2011 at 2:25 PM | Posted in Books, Writing | 2 Comments
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Just came across a new book today through Goodreads.com. Beautiful and Pointless is a guide book about the dying art of poetry. It shows readers how to approach and appreciate the beauty of poetry. I would love to read this book (as soon as I finish the ones I’m reading now). For me, poetry is not pointless. It is an outlet for pouring emotions – whether positive or negative. It inspires you and can give you insight about anything and everything.

I like reading poetry, especially the classic ones. Though I also read contemporary poetry. I myself have written a few poems through the years, mostly about personal stuff. Two of my favorite contemporary poems are Sylvia Plath’s “I Am Vertical” and Pablo Neruda’s “The Saddest Poem.” I know they are sad poems but there’s just something about the way they were written and the emotions that they evoke which make them appealing to me. Below are the two poems courtesy of neuroticpoets.com and poemhunter.com.

 

I Am Vertical

By Sylvia Plath

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them —
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

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The Saddest Poem

By Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

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