I saw an invitation card on our dining table. It says, Ninong (followed by my husband’s full name) on the envelope, and inside is a card with the baby’s photo, name, the date and time and venue of the event. I looked at my husband and said, another inaanak.
It is 23:54 already and my husband is now fast asleep.
I sit here beside him, wide awake, reading Modern Love and catching up on some of your posts, my only literary activity since… I don’t know when. Continue reading “Hello There!”
“Habang maliliit pa ang mga anak mo, parang gusto mo, lumaki na sila agad. Kasi, ang harap mag-alaga ng bata. Pero pag nagsilaki naman, halos gusto mong ibalik ang panahon, ibalik sila sa ‘yo. Kasi, pakiramdam mo, ang layo na nila. Hindi mo na sila maabot.
Pero wala kang magagawa. Sinasabi lang natin na ang anak ay karugtong ng buhay ng ina pero ang totoo, oras na pinutol na ang pusod ng sanggol, nagiging hiwalay na tao na sila. hindi na sila karugtong ng isa.”
I can’t believe I am already 33 years old.
I can remember when I was just learning the meaning of the word decade and I can’t believe I’ve been into three already. Continue reading “You Turned 33 and You Didn’t Think About Anything”
You wake up earlier than usual, thinking of the dream you just had. Not the worst, also not the best. Then you started thinking about work and other things. But you thought you’ll stop thinking and just lie on your bed, pull your blanket until your shoulders and watch the thin rays of light peeping through the curtains, giving light to the dark old room you are in. You let yourself indulge in that feeling of being in bed longer than you need to, for there were days you miss it, when you break your back sitting in the office for long hours.
Today is my 5th day without any caffeine intake.
Five days ago, my friend and I wanted to practice free diving hence I did not drink coffee. Coffee is not allowed when free diving.
That morning I was walking like a zombie. Yawning every few minutes. No energy. My eyes, teary. Dizzy. By afternoon, I already felt the impending headache. Continue reading “Decaffeinated”
*To the island that I used to love
The last time I left you, I wasn’t able to hold back my tears as I took what I thought was my last seaplane journey out.
I was sad. Really sad. You’ve been my home for two years. And the memories I have collected can be compared to a pot of gold, hidden on the far side of the rainbow. I loved you. I loved your beauty and all your flaws. I didn’t want to leave you but your changes forced me to. Continue reading “Last Flight Out”
Paulit-ulit akong nagdadrama dito sa aking blog tungkol sa aking trabaho at nandito na naman ako at magdadrama ulit. Ang drama ko sa buhay ay parang fungi na kahit pahiran ng sandamakmak na Nizoral Cream ay hindi maubos ubos (this is not a sponsored post ha ha).
How many times have I complained about my work-life drama and here I am writing about it again. My dramas in life are like fungi. They won’t disappear no matter how many times I apply Nizoral Cream.
Continue reading “Writing with Feelings”
It’s 8:30pm and I sit in this small office that I share with my Assistant Director.
I look at his desk with one laptop, a black notebook and a pen.
This desk will be empty soon. Continue reading “The Tide Turns”