The Boy Who Stutters

18 is such a checkpoint. The rite of passage that we dreadfully await, hoping for a, if not better, newer experience in life.  Nope. I’m not going to put an effort into making a decent introduction for this one. What’s the point of painting a picture that is different from what you feel and think? Write a letter forgiving yourself for something you’ve been upset about.  My 2018 journal has ice-breaker sections such as this but I never truly reached that page because who am I kidding? I like writing diaries as much as I like the quality pages and slick covers yet having never actually consumed all of its entirety. We often think we like the thing but in fact, we only like the idea of that thing.  Sounds familiar? We are not in love. We just like the idea of being in love. At some point, we all have been there – not knowing what we really want. It kind of sucks – not knowing . But why does ‘ knowing ’ seem to suck even more? Knowing that something ...

Five months have passed since I entered the University. I got my official I.D., did not drop any classes yet, had my first production in one of my majors, received my final grades and passed them all. What a good start, my confidante says. Then I found myself to be back at square one . New people. New environment. New arena.  As I regularly go home every weekend, I bumped into a junior schoolmate of mine in high school who is now a senior and she wanted to ask me about life beyond the walls of JILS (acronym of my high school). She was probably all curious as I was when I badly wanted to finally graduate and go into college. And now she is about to and now here I am! What is it like? I thought I already knew the obvious disparity between high school and college but boy, the ironies they are. You were asked to always stand every time you recite in class before until you always have to remind yourself not to when your professor calls you - or else, you will be asked to pleas...

SUKAT AT TUGMA Nagbubuhol-buhol – buhol ang mga titik Nagwawala, walang ideya sa isip Sa lahat ng tanong, natira ang bakit Bakit? …may mga bagay na di ko mabatid Nasisid ang kailaliman ng dagat Kataas-taasang hakbang ay naakyat Ngunit hindi mawala-wala ang lamat Sa mga ala-alang walang mga pamagat ‘Yong lumang basong hindi mapuno-puno Busog sa umaapaw na argumento At ika’y tumalon, natapos ang gulo Tumahimik sila, loob ay nanlumo Sinungaling ang tingin ng iyong mga mata Nahulog sa bangin – walang nakakita Mababaw raw pero sobrang tinik pala Hoy! Bigyan pansin naman nawa ng madla. Ang Hikahos ng Depresyon 12.15.17 Image by Thomas Budach from Pixabay

A remarkable show that might be one of the finest among others. Shrek The Musical has something that would make you love it. The Musical’s wonderful songs, great actors, amazing production, and its undying story are incredible. The show is full-packed and you wouldn’t get over it instantly. Watching a world-class performance is overwhelming, plus the spectacular production that’s awe-inspiring. The show gave painstakingly justice to its origin and it really gives the whole idea of what “Shrek” is all about; what friendship really means, how freedom and discrimination are depicted, and what true love truly meant.             Shrek The Musical has very talented artists. The artists can dance, sing, and act; of course, they are artists after all. There’s one thing I have observed and made me more astounded, the live orchestra under the stage who gives a more valuable asset to the play. They really played a significant role in the pl...

SONETO P inintang itsura sa muka A nggulong pinili at sinadya N agbabadyang bagong bulalakaw G abi nang sinalakay, pipe ang sigaw U nang taon, hiling ang hamon L ahat nakaabang sa daloy ng alon O ras at bibig ay tumatakbo D angal ay tangay-tangay ng tao U tang na loob ay nilamon T alaga bang may rebolusyon? E rmat ang turing at palayaw R odrigo ang ngalan ng bulalakaw T otoo or trapo – ito ay pulitika E kis sa ilan; bayani para sa iba.  12.5.17 Malikhaing Pagsulat