A foray into the infinite sadness

In my social media, there are some who still insist that depression is a matter of overcoming the self.  That it is a matter of faith over oneself and the greater being.  That to be able to NOT overcome this, is definitely a sign of obstinate attachment to the condition, or that one has romanticized…

Photowalk June 10 2017

Took another walk around the community to visit my favorite haunts.  Sometimes I like taking pictures.  Sometimes it’s a way to look at the same, familiar things with fresh eyes.  Come join me and let’s amble around Eastwood this late afternoon.     Oh my!  Look at the time!  Better head back home before the…

Signalling False Virtues : Is it About You or The Cause?

I have friends who consider themselves ambassadors for gender equality.  There are those who exert remarkable effort to genuinely promote the cause.  Then there are those who simply practice  virtue signalling.  What is this virtue signalling? The Oxford Dictionary defines it as: The action or practice of publicly expressing opinions or sentiments intended to demonstrate one’s good character…

Photowalk 24 May 2017

True to form, I’ve neglected to upload, let alone do photo walks.  (You know, life.) So much has happened since my last photo-walk upload.  (Has it truly been three years?)  It feels so good to be able to go on a photo-walk again.   Although it feels a little pretentious on my part to term…

First Thoughts on Margaret Atwood’s “The Handmaid’s Tale”

The Handmaid’s Tale is truly captivating but I can’t help but put it down from time to time.  Despite its label as a dystopian novel, I am absolutely shaken as to how shockingly, disturbingly possible this could happen, or if not is already happening in real life.  I remember a signage held up in the…

Variation On The Word Sleep

This poem exemplifies the deep, sincere craving to be intimate, to truly connect with another person.  It starts off as tender and wistful, in askance even, for the chance to sleep with another person.  Transcending the physical, it is a desire to tap into one’s unconscious, one’s vulnerability.  The imagery evoked in the passages, while sensual,…

Creativity, the elusive muse

I like how Elizabeth Gilbert described the creative process of some writers / artists who viewed themselves as vessels or in her case, she called herself a mule.  Like a deity deigning you worthy enough to impose their inspiration, must drop everything and chase it, capture it, while you can, lest it vanish and dissipate…

Furballs and furloughs

These are our cats, Harriette (top), Keaton (middle), and Beanie (bottom), all curled up to be little balls of fur, taken from different parts of the house. There’s a certain soothing reassurance to see a sleeping cat. At least for me.  One may scurry about, fixated on the many demands of the day, and then…

F is for Forty

I have a couple more months before turning forty. 40.  Four-Oh.  Quarenta.  Ugh.  Just looking at it sends shivers and gives me pause.  I’m somehow in disbelief at how much time has passed yet, so little have I achieved.  Well, at least by my standards.  I remember a checklist of things I should have accomplished by…

Stained Glass Reverie

Father’s Day is just around the corner and Papa celebrated what would have been his 86th birthday 2 days ago. I guess rather than let this giant void left by his passing consume me, I’d rather reminisce the happy memories I’ve had with him. I just realized how little pictures I had with Papa. In…

Photowalk 16 February 2014

I did say that there’s to be a delay in these photowalk uploads. I try to keep it as updated as possible. So here are last Sunday’s shots. It was an easy Sunday. As usual, there were less cars and people on the streets on Sundays. Every Sunday, Emerald Avenue a.k.a. F. Ortigas Avenue, was…

Photowalk | 15 Feb 2014

I decided to put in photos of my familiar haunts.  After all, today can only be today.  These may be good to look back on later when the topography may have changed, since the whole of Pasig sits precariously along the fault line.  But on a less morbid note, it may also be good (at…