I’m a fairly optimistic person, when I’m in the mood. Always seeing the good in people (’till they piss me off), seeing the rainbow after a storm, the sunshine through a cloudy day, and all the clichés that you can relate to optimism.
I grew up thinking I can be whoever I wanted to be and achieve whatever I wanted to achieve with enough prayer and hard work as my mom would always say. I have a lot of dreams, but life hasn’t always been good. Read More »
Note: This is the solo piece I performed for TWO: Words Anonymous’ Second Anniversary Show.
Tuwing gabi, ginigising ako ng pagkaluskos ng mga laylayan ng aking kurtina sa mga kartong minarkahan ng mga sulat kamay mo.
Takot pa rin akong buksan sila, kahit na alam ko naman kung ano ang kanilang nilalaman.
Ilang linggo na silang nakatambay sa aking paanan at dapat ko na talaga silang buksan pero huwag muna.
Baka kapag hinayaan ko lang silang nakaganyan ay mananatili kang nariyan.Read More »
Hi all!
As promised I’m starting a series here on the different artists, talks, songs, and spoken word pieces that have inspired me and keep on inspiring me as a writer and performer, as well as some new work that I encounter.Read More »
Note: This piece is inspired by / a reply to SUD’s ‘Show Me’ and will appear on their album ‘Skin’ to be released on January 29, 2016. Watch out for more details on their album launch on SUD or Words Anonymous Facebook Pages.
Damn.
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I am six. My babysitter’s son, who is five but a whole head taller than me, likes to show me his penis. He does it when his mother isn’t looking. One time when I tell him not to, he holds me down and puts penis on my arm. I bite his shoulder, hard. He starts crying, pulls up his pants and runs upstairs to tell his mother that I bit him. I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone about the penis part, so they all just think I bit him for no reason.
I get in trouble first at the babysitter’s house, then later at home.
The next time the babysitter’s son tries to show me his penis, I don’t fight back because I don’t want to get in trouble.
One day I tell the babysitter what her son does, she tells me that he’s just a little boy, he doesn’t know…
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Hello! I’m back, sort of. Sharing this story online because my mom wanted more people to know that this can happen and it might help you become more aware of your surroundings. (She wants this to go viral. She’s social media savvy now, so cute.) Read More »
I was tasked to write a short biography for Lolobear to be read during the funeral service last week. Sharing it here as well. 🙂
How does one even begin to pay tribute to a man who has affected my life deeply? I am a writer by profession, but today I find myself at a loss for words. I remember, mahilig mag kwento si Lolobear. So, today I’m going to share with you some of our stories and the lessons I learned from the life we shared.Read More »
Yesterday, We had the privilege of performing for Climate Rhythms: Rock The Road Towards Climate Action along with a lot of different musicians and poets. It was such a beautiful experience having artists from different genres and people from all walks of life come together for a great cause. Thank you to Alliance Francaise de Manille, Dakila (especially to Cha Roque for reaching out to us for this. Labyu beh.), Jam 88.3, and the National Parks and Development Committee for organizing this event.
To find out more about this cause and what you can do to help, visit: http://www.ambafrance-ph.org/COP21-The-Road-to-Paris-Starts-in-Manila-2881
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Performed this piece with Brisom’s ‘Will I’ for #U2ONG. It’s another short one (Yay for brevity!) about people who are meant to be together but not really.
Not Made For One Night Stands 