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  • Middle of Pandemic

    I just say middle, but who knows when this COVID-19 pandemic will end really? Is it ever ending? I realize that I have not written in this blog for years. I have thought of creating a new site to put future stuff into, but I just have a thing for nostalgia. And I have had…

  • It’s 1 o’clock and I’m playing this song on repeat.

    It’s been eons, I know. Are you still there? I thought I was never coming back to writing on this blog again. Not that I meant ‘The Ending’ to be the last entry, but it sort of felt like it fits. But then, lately I convinced myself to finally replace my dying keyboard. Halfway through…

  • The ending

    The flight to Japan was delayed, like all things that get stuck in the rains of August. I stared at the foggy runway from the airport’s glass walls and wished I could freeze this moment or empty the room of people. I would like to be alone in this moment: just myself and the emptiness…

  • A Giant Love at First Sight

    I didn’t start getting hooked on Shingeki no Kyojin until I felt like I’ve been hearing about it so many times that it finally registered into my awfully bad-listener brain. By this time, it’s past the first season, and summer, which was the time my officemate first mentioned it to me, was gone as well…

  • Isis’ Journal Entry 2

    You tried to relish this moment as he sat by the corner of the table, gulping his beer. You looked away and over and over in your head, you played the image of his lips touching the mouth of the open bottle.  You would still kiss him… maybe even with that pungent and bitter aftertaste. …

  • Isis’ Journal Entry 1

    He shot you with a toy gun. You were together in this house that looked like your old home when you were nine and every thing was like an old movie. There were curtains in every doorway and the sun was a cool white light without a single ray. He was at the rooftop fixing…

  • Plastic Balloon

    kinurot mo ang plastic balloon ko hindi pa sementado ang daan sa atin noon  lubog sa putik ang mga nalagot nating tsinelas butas ang sakong ng sa iyo oy! sigaw mo  at nagusumot na sapot ang hinipan kong lobo kagyat akong napika pagkat dati  nakikihalik ka pa, kabilaan kung hipan  ang hangin nitong lasang grasa…

  • You are

    The scent on my skin that isn’t there but in a whiff, a split-second turn as if there (somewhere) the mould in another being cradling me, every version of you   You are the lost playlist of a broken hard drive without backups to fix and replacements are just what they are   The same…

  • Horimiya etcetera

    I have just finished reading the latest chapter of Horimiya. Ever had that moment when you’re so much into what you’re reading and suddenly it’s the last page? It’s the same with some really good films. I was just watching a Korean romance movie and I sat there through the credits, hoping there’s still more,…

  • Rurouni Kenshin: A Night with the Wandering Samurai

    The girls sitting in front of us were mostly sporting red shirts. One of them was singing in Japanese. Others were exchanging infos about the actors and giggling. I considered changing seats, but the theater was instantly getting crowded. We were at the balcony and I could see people pouring in downstairs. I remained seated.…

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