Prayers for More

This writeup came out: Our Mourning is Broken: Paris and Privilege.

I cannot be so bold to agree with him that “the world’s call for collective mourning is due to our obsession with the preservation of whiteness” because I personally am not mourning that way. I am mourning for people, period. And the reason I have France’s flag on my profile pic is because Facebook offered the opportunity.

To be more honest, at the time, I was not aware about the recent bombings in Lebanon (about which I later chatted online with my sister-in-law who is there) or the earthquake in Japan, so it was not like I was just concerned with the preservation of whiteness. On a more personal level, I live in the Philippines that almost always needs the world’s prayers on a yearly basis. So yes, we need your prayers even if we’re not white, regardless of your religion.

I agree on what the writer said, though: “Stand with Paris, but stand with all terrorized peoples, not just those who the media deems worthy. Stand with those on our own soil who are reeling from the effects of oppression and violence…Solidarity is working to lift the people in every corner of the world who suffer under the weight of oppression. Solidarity is ending terrorism on all fronts, whether it’s fueled by racism, capitalism, misogyny, religious extremism, queer/trans antagonism, or classism.” He went on to enumerate more reasons why we should stand for more than Paris, and I wholeheartedly agree.

Meanwhile, I believe that religion is a personal choice. I personally do not see anything wrong about praying for Paris. I saw some artist’s message yesterday that did not sit well with me (I mentioned about it two posts ago). Just because people would like to pray for others, it doesn’t mean they are pushing their religion into others’ faces.

I would like to share what my pal, Jim Caro, said in his FB post:

“We ‪#‎PrayForAll‬, the ‪#‎Lumads‬, ‪#‎Lebanese‬, ‪#‎Iraqi‬, ‪#‎Afghan‬, ‪#‎French‬. There are heaps of bad news ongoing around the world while social media rules of SEO ranked ‪#‎PrayForParis‬ is trending, we don’t forget those who suffered in Mindanao (Philippines), killed in the bombing in Lebanon, Iraq and Afghanistan and suffering from natural and/or man-made disasters.

It’s not a competition. Grab the opportunity to help your supported cause. Take every opportunity to contribute to its public awareness. The terrorists sure did their job.”

Do let us pray for all. And like I always say, if prayers are not for you, you don’t have to say any. Just, at least, wish others and the world well.

Recognition Award #atozchallenge

Alright, there have been very sad news lately about terrorism. But as we say, life has to go on. Please do not think this insensitive just because I have decided to post about an unrelated subject. It doesn’t mean I don’t care. My last post will tell you. Anyway,…

Current life issues/concerns have been hindering me to post regularly here, so kindly forgive me. But before I continue, let me first thank all those who have decided to click “Follow” and especially those who actually do and read/like/comment on my posts. You are all very much-appreciated.

Apologies to new followers whom I have not said a thank-you nor a single hello to. The more active me does that. Right now, as much as I want to be that active, physical conditions tell me to sloooooow down. Whether I like it or not, I have to.

So to you all, I give this…

I do give recognition to all serious bloggers out there, regardless of whether you write or not, if you are an actual writer or a hesitant writer or a wannabe-writer. As long as you give it your time and importance and do an honest work on your blog, I salute you all.

Special thanks to Tobe Damit of Loud Alien Noize for giving me this award. I still have other “unanswered” awards and as a rule, I follow a sort of first-come, first-served thing. However, I have decided to skip to this one because finally–finally!–I found THE award! Christine, here it is!

In my post “Don’t Go Hatin’ on Blog Awards“, Christine “Christa” Robinson and I discussed about creating an award that should be focused more on rewarding a blogger for his/her efforts and not on following any rules attached to the award that has become quite a turn-off to most bloggers (oh, the pressure!!!).

Given that at the end of this post, you will see that this award does come with rules as well, I think I need not create a whole new award. The name of this one says it all — BLOGGER RECOGNITION AWARD. This is enough for me and I will give it away whenever I see fit. And because I believe that awards are supposed to be given freely, I free any awardee from any obligation to follow the rules below, that is, if s/he chooses to be freed.


  1. Write a post explaining why you started blogging along with a few tips. (Note: Maybe I’ll answer this one one of these days)
  2. Nominate some of your fellow bloggers.
  3. Comment on their blogs to let them know you’ve nominated them.

There you go! I hope you all enjoy your award. Feel free to grab it and share as well :)


Thought I’d hit two birds with one stone, so let this post serve as my “R” post for my almost year-long #AtoZchallenge.



I don’t care about what some bitter artist says. I’m not pushing religion to anyone, but he can’t stop me from praying tonight for Paris. Frankly, his sarcasm is ill-placed and is not helping anyone right now except to spread some hate a little more.

Praying for Paris tonight and the whole world. Feel free to do so or to not do so. Just please be kind.

Fighting the Big C

Everyone of us has known, at least, one person who has suffered from cancer, whether it’s a loved one, a friend, a neighbor, a co-worker, someone who has served you,..any one.

Despite remembering learning of it while I was working for our cancer magazine, I do not remember who I heard it from, really. Was it from an article somewhere online, someone one of our writers interviewed, our publisher or our editor? I do know that, yes, there is a lot of truth in that. Cancer is everywhere.

In the very olden times, when the world was very, very young, it was very common for people to live way past their first hundred years. Today, reaching our 80s, 90s is already considered a feat. Why? Because Man–we–made it so. We created all these technological (supposed) developments that unfortunately resulted in all these pollutants around us. These are things our bodies try to reject daily, but they often successfully overcome us anyway.

In case you are unaware of it yet, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Each month is an awareness month for different kinds of cancer actually. Regardless of which cancer for what month it is, it is always important to be aware of the dangers of cancer. It’s time that we always remember and learn from all those who have gone before us because of the Big C.

We should always remember, too, that whatever happens, we must never give and just stand up against cancer. In fact, that’s an advice worth taking and applying in every aspect of our lives.

How to Write a Play

Let me first say that I missed you, WordPress! Due to unforeseen developments in my private life, I really hadn’t had much time to visit blogs, much more post something (other than last time’s announcement). Today, though, I am committed to post something from me, except it’s not going to be this post.

This post is a reblog of (more like linking to) That’s so Jacob‘s latest piece, which I think, may help all aspiring playwrights.

When I first started writing (in gradeschool), I used to write script-style, like in movies. In a very amateurish way, of course. Then I learned to write skits for group presentations in class. It was the nearest thing  for me to being a playwright. Now that I am older and know myself better, I pretty much know I can’t be an effective, actual playwright. It’s not giving up, but just knowing how I actually like to write. Watching musicals and plays is enough for me.

But anyway, having told that little background, I just read Jacob’s nice how-to post. As said, any aspiring playwright can learn a thing or two or more from it. I don’t want to let the opportunity of sharing it pass.

Feel free to check it out:


RIP, Johnny

I met Johnny Danganan through Jonas Diego at the first Komikon (well, Comics Festival, actually) I attended. Since then, I only saw him again at the Komikons, not even every time I attended. We became FB buddies, but we weren’t anywhere near being close, regardless of us coming from the same alma mater, or…well, regardless of anything. But still, Johnny’s passing took me by surprise just minutes ago.

I never knew it. I had an inkling somewhat, for some reason, but that was it, just an inkling. Even if we were not even close enough to be called acquaintances, I still feel sad. It’s the kind of sad you generally feel with regards to someone’s death. But I also feel sad to know that there’s one less face to see in the Komikons to come. He definitely will be missed.

That said, I urge you to come read his friend Jonas’ tribute to him. I am not able to reblog, so I’m sharing the link instead:


RIP, Johnny.

Oh, noes!!!

I honestly was planning on posting other fun stuff, but more important ones got in the way. And because of those important stuff, I got sidetracked from something else I had to do. So I did it tonight and boy, was I surprised!

I don’t really know how to feel, but I would like to think the Lord knows best. I do wish that if it’s real, all will be well. It’s not going to be easy, I know it well.

Please say a prayer for me, pray that all, indeed, will be well, that it will be for the best, whatever it is really going to be. If you don’t pray, at least, make a wish for me…Thank you all so much in advance!!!

Questions for Lea #atozchallenge

QQ” is for Questions, today, for the continuation of my #AtoZChallenge.

Last year, it had to do with the Top Ten Questions People Ask Me. Now, I am going to share a recent (well, last August) Q&A that did with my favorite artist Lea Salonga. I didn’t know they were going to do a live interview and just happened to see an announcement, so I was kind of late when I went to the site to listen. The good thing is, they have uploaded it to the page, yay!!!

Rappler Talk: Lea Salonga on art, technology, and leadership

Hope you learned more about Lea from that interview :)

Well, what timing that I did this when she is currently in hot water. I actually just found out because of this. Lea is generally considered the country’s pride. But because nobody’s perfect and you can’t please everybody, sometimes she does get into trouble when she opens her mouth or tweet about certain things, whether they really pertain to what netizens think they pertain to or not.

My take on this is this: At the end of the day, she is still just a person. She has rights to an opinion, to an advocacy, to a belief, to a-whatever. We pay to see her perform. We pay to see her work. But we don’t pay to run her life. We don’t pay to run anybody’s life. Why do you get to have an opinion and others can’t? I’d rather have an artist who speaks her mind than an artist who says things she knows will please people.

For the record, my family watches the said segment for the laughs. And for the record, I don’t like what the competition came up with at all. So I am being shallow myself…It is shallow, let’s admit that. But we can’t always be too serious. I’ve been there, it was depressing. It was like nothing was working the way it should have, like being trapped and unable to get out. So, you know, I am not about to be bothered at all by her tweet, if it does pertain to that certain segment. Taking offense like that, that’s what’s really shallow. I don’t want to go online and spend my time just butting heads with people about little things we should not be arguing about. There’s a difference between being in an argument and joining a healthy debate. They’re just shows. Watch what you want to, avoid those you don’t want to. Don’t make it bigger than it is, don’t take it personal.

One thing I do believe: we definitely NEED to level-up our entertainment industry.

‘Nuff said.

How They Said I Love You

It’s amazing how inspiration strikes us when we least expect it. I was checking out posts on Facebook the other night when I happened on a friend’s that was actually posted hours ago. Let’s call her “L”. She shared to us beautiful love letters exchanged between her parents at the time when they were living in a different world.

I was inspired because not only did one letter, in particular, touch me, but I am reminded of the beautiful love between another wonderful woman and her husband, who has recently passed away while she lived in that different world as well.

I am sharing these notes/letters, the first immediately below, as they have basically given us their permission to do share.

letter from behind bars

L’s parents were behind bars for a reason: they were political detainees during the Martial Law period. Anyone who has ever lived in those days know how it is to actually live in fear almost day by day. And anyone who has ever cared to listen to stories and do their own research would, at least, get an idea and know. It’s sad when young people nowadays say that those dark days were the best days in Filipinos’ lives. They have no idea…Oh, but this isn’t supposed to be a political commentary or anything.

Above is one of the letters L shared, from her mother to her Mahal (Love). I like this the best among the stuff she posted. It says,

Tho’ you’re shut out from the world behind those bars, I hope that you find joy knowing thru this card that I love you. Time, like a whirlpool, used to dig so fast into the deep waters until you came and I had to cry for every moment to tarry a little while that I may fully savor the happiness of loving you…we’ve struck the gold hidden in each other’s heart. How deeply I love you but how inadequate the words…”

Oh, to hear such words!

These next ones are from, again, the blogger whom we know as Rara a.k.a. Rarasaur. You may already have an idea of who she is. Or at least, you might have found my recent post “Why Rarasaurs Make Bad Inmates“.

Rara and husband Gray seemed to have the kind of relationship many would like to have. I guess, like every other relationship, they had their issues between them, but obviously, the love they had for each other was much, much more than enough to make up for those insignificant times. Their love was as big as the biggest star that he aspired to find and give her. He was the biggest star that kept her going during the lowest times in her life, when she was behind bars. He still is the biggest star to guide her now as he watches over her from above.

This is the caption for this flower sketch sent her by Gray: “I planted these flowers for you, Ra. On a stretch of public road. Go ahead and rest on them. They are strong enough and carrying you is like carrying light. Really loud, overly-caffeinated light.”.

Doesn’t that make you fall in love, too?

How about this note below, one of many he left her to find after he has gone? Brief but sweet, even with an F-word (he he):

When my husband and I weren’t married yet, we had this little notebook on which we wrote our love letters. He’s not much of a writer, yes, but he tried. You can very well guess who wrote the longer ones…Gray and Rara make me want to do something like that again. Maybe I will.

Alas! (does anybody still say ‘alas’???) I can only strive to be as good and eloquent a writer as the one who wrote these last stuff I am sharing. If you’re not Filipino, there’s a very big chance you do not know him.

He is the late Sen. Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, Jr., husband to the late Pres. Corazon “Cory” Aquino who led the historic People Power Revolution, father to our current president who inherited his name. Like L’s parents, he also became a Martial Law political prisoner and it is widely believed that his assassination in 1983 had to do with his very brave and public stand against the Marcos regime. I am mentioning him here, though, for the beautiful letter and poem he wrote for his beloved Cory.

His farewell letter to her is long and I am not sure if I’d be allowed to post it in verbatim. So I give to you a link. Kindly CLICK HERE. Meanwhile, Ninoy wrote a moving poem for her as well. Years after his death, artist Jose Mari Chan made a song out of it.

This is I Have Fallen in Love (With the Same Woman Three Times)

This poem and all of the other thing shared here only tell us one thing: if you love somebody, let him/her know NOW. Do not delay for you never know when it’s time for one of you to leave. Do not hesitate. Savor your time together. Love for it is the best feeling in the world!

My Jekyll-and-Hyde-ness #atozchallenge

NOTE: This was written pre-WordPress…


The other night, Dr. Positive Jekyll made this decision:

Once again, I will delve in the art of letting go. Hard, true, but necessary.

Sometimes, letting go does not only mean setting others free. Sometimes, it means setting yourself free. For what good is holding on when you know the inevitable? That eventually, it is you who will slip and fall to your own demise? I know that if I keep holding on now, the suffering would be much greater than I make myself believe at times.

So now, I let go, while my wings are still unclipped, free to fly to somewhere unknown and unfamiliar. Why not? It’s a live-and-learn process. I live, therefore, I learn, and I welcome the wisdom it brings. Obstacles will abound, but the rewards are always greater after the rain. There is gold at the end of the rainbow, for me to take, to feel, to taste.

Even leprechauns need to let go at times.


Last night…

All I could do was doodle and write words like “What am I?”, “Sh*t happens”, “Stupid idiot”, and “Freaky”… Hello, Miss Negative Hyde.



Some days, I feel like a different person. It’s like, you’d like to keep being Miss Jekyll, but Miss Hyde just decides to show up when she feels like it, especially when she’s mad. My husband calls it “going Incredible Hulk.” He warns our naughty and rowdy kids, “You’d better do what she says or she’ll go Incredible Hulk on you again.”  No one wants to see me mad. You wouldn’t.

Anyway, this post is brought to you by the letter “P” for “Personality”.