Whistling for Moonbeams

Let me brag and say that I have watched four of the five Academy Award nominees for Best Picture. I know this might not mean a lot to the ge...

And The Writers' Strike is finally over. (I felt the need to write it as a proper noun--it's become such a phenomenon over the past ...

It's no different year, after year, after year. The weary sigh in defeat--they know they won't get any flowers, just like last year;...

One of this year's must-see movies, Juno proved a tear-jerker for good ol' sentimental-but-trying-hard-not-to-be me. Don't expe...

Glammed-up people streamed into the great halls of the World Trade Center as HSBC's Manila Global Service Center held yet another big-- ...

and its branches of thought: scattered into alleys, terrifying in their number so that there is no way of putting a finger on one pathway an...

"It was the biggest wave I had ever seen in my life," he said. "A strange wave. An absolute giant." He paused. "It ...

After a long week at work, it's finally my rest day. Am still recovering from the after-effects of a long break but, all in all, I feel ...

You probably know how it is, when that tiny wail clamped inside your chest balloons into a huge lump of painful, ear-splitting screams. For ...

Anxiety is clingy and stubborn and breathes down your neck like some persistent reminder of an ugly past and a future fi...

And so it shall be that at 3 o'clock the next morning, I will be marching back to work after a long vacation, armed with the dreaded but...

is still but soon will drift (the years, the days, the hours) to somewhere else and so much would have been lost the moment we decide not to...

You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go, I have to go Your ...

July 18, 2006 Nothing, Whatsoever When I was a whole lot younger than I am now (yep, I feel old), my favorite weekend pastime was sulking an...

"In the end, life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that di...

this was a story that I wrote for my Writing Class under Luis Katigbak Once, during the night, I had the strange feeling that she had seen m...

There was this feature on The History Channel wherein they juxtaposed ancient warfare to modern ones, and it was chilling to see that, yes, ...

To all of you out there who find yourselves being visited by melancholia much too often (and would like to do something about it) , here are...

I admit, I've been losing sleep over it. But I don't really care. That I know more now about the French Revolution and the Renn...

I was editing my posts when I accidentally did the stupidest thing. I deleted the post entitled "My Father's Songs." And here ...

A glass door crashes down to the floor and shatters into countless pieces. I fall with the glass door and land, somehow, on top of it. My wh...

"Heaven, perhaps, is what we imagine happiness to be. And hell, the failure of the imagination, the failure of faith, the triumph of fe...

1. Were you named after anyone? From Chanson D'amour (a Lettermen song) and from Vanessa Redgrave, the actress 2. When was the last time...

It's best to be up while the sun is still mild--and newly-risen as she is. It wouldn't do to open your eyes to her glaring rays; thi...

by Rainer Maria Rilke His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him th...

Last book I read: She Flew The Coop by Michael Lee West This book is hilarious, had me hooting with laughter and kicking my heels up while r...

That night creatures were drawn to lights where they could be most easily eaten by other creatures was one of those mysteries that gave her ...

Last Book I Read: Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro I find it remarkable how Ishiguro manages to draw so much emotion with so little fan...

Somewhere between afterimage and stark reality, I bend back into my shadow like a circle that is not yet, reaching for the edge, an attempt ...

It was on a beach that they first met. He preferred it to have been on a busy street or some squalid corner of the city, instead...

Thinking does things to a person. It turns the mind into coils that, in turn, mesh into chaotic swirls that lead nowhere and, so it seems, h...

Is it possible We are more alone than we think: that the angels we were taught to call to in our times of need are no less divine than we ou...

Hey, there! Try going to www.blogthings.com for some fun stuff. You could really get hooked, though. I can't believe I spent 2 hours in ...

Janis Joplin was the eldest sister of Joni Mitchell and Aimee Mann. Tori Amos and Sarah Mclachlan were their cousins, and Loreena McKennitt ...

This is something I wrote for a FICTION class (under Luis Katigbak) reading journal blog. Monday, August 09, 2004 Reading The Locked Room (f...

Joni Mitchell must be the elder, milder-in-temperament sister of Aimee Mann. If I were to put their portraits side-by-side, they would...

Some reviews from my previous blog: February 13, 2007 Lit Geek Update #1 Last book I read: Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami - Poignant with...

It happens, sometimes that I find myself dead and hear only the scraping of spade against smoothed brick, feel only the grainy sand thrown s...

I wrote this for a poetry class: CHAIR Empty now, the chair sits obdurate against the wall. Its carved, drooping arms-- gnarled as the finge...

No need for a title (or: Do they sell these lines anywhere?) The weird thing about getting what you want (and want so badly) is that there...

LAUGHING GAS There will almost always be darkness as you'll be forced to shut your eyes tight like how it is when soap gets in them only...

The smoke from my cigarette rises to the glass table top, forming rings of grey, undulating into bigger circles, centripetal waves, ephemera...

This is the Rilke I fell in love with, the poem that led me to search for his The Sonnets To Orpheus and buy it, no matter what the cost: Yo...

in my mind i curl myself into a tight little ball a fist clenched angry, tight but you become a multitude of red ants crawling all over me g...

Consider the contrast between these two journal entries: May 18, 2004 I do not remember exactly when my fixation with twilight began. The wa...

Listening to Maria Callas sing is a pleasure one has to experience in order to believe. That there is a sensation as intense as the kind tha...