Whistling for Moonbeams

1. Writing on my blog and alternately reading Alice Munro's short story in The New Yorker website. 2. Listening to U2's "The Fl...

A guy gets dumped by his girlfriend and someone says "that's Karma ." The man from next-door gets killed in a car crash and th...

(This little ditty is for my friends from Mortgage and Auto-Finance with whom I shared 24 fun hours in the Tagaytay Strat Plan) There is no ...

"We like to think of our beliefs, and disbeliefs, as founded on reason and close, thoughtful observation. Only in theory do we begin to...

In the May 12th issue of a prestigious international periodical, a Louis Vuitton spread sat smugly alongside an article on the skyrocketing ...

I was browsing through some of the papers I wrote in college and, having chanced upon a review I wrote on Kate Chopin's novel The Awaken...

Lea Salonga is not a human being. Disguised as a thirty-something (though she barely looks twenty-five), very pretty lady with peaches-and-c...

Today, I woke up early, had a breakfast of tuyo , itlog na maalat and rice. Not to forget, of course, coffee. Then I went outside, sat on m...

And after rain A deep reverberation fills with stars. Lost, is it, buried? One more missing piece? But nothing's lost. Or else: all is t...

A stranger once said there's a ghost in the house. But it's a benign spirit , she added, hastily, seeing the fear cross my face. He ...

The winds have come. What have they brought with them aside from the rain? When I was young, I remember speculating about whether the rain h...

It's been nothing but work, work, work these past few weeks. I could perfectly empathize with the Energizer bunny--I feel like one from ...

Last book I read: Imagining Characters (A.S. Byatt and Ignes Sodre) This would have to be one of the best Literary Criticism pieces I've...

Sunday mornings find me at my most laid-back state. A cup of ginseng or red yeast coffee and a book or a magazine are my best pals at this t...

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...