I already did this in my Facebook page. Joined my fellow Filipinos in praying for the recovery (if not the peaceful passing on) of former president Cory Aquino in her struggle with the big C. They’ve been doing this around the Philippines. Also in Twitter and in the blogging world. This post, in fact, was [...]
In past dinners at the house, V and I had been including pesto in the menu. Sometimes we serve it with pasta, sometimes we spread it on sliced baguette as a base for bruschetta, or sometimes as dressing in salads. Said pesto has always been received warmly by my friends. Some even ask for some [...]
When I take a break from work, I find myself staring at the screen of my computer still. Farming in Facebook has occupied a lot of my idle time lately. The fulfillment of a thriving farm, albeit virtual, seems an effective anesthetic to whatever strife that seems to permeate my demanding and angry little heart. [...]
Barado
Pinilit kong magsulat
Ngunit ako’y nagulat
Nang walang nailabas
Kahit na pahimakas.
Inspirasyo’y hinanap
Magdamag na nangarap–
Nagpigil sa paghikab,
Ngunit Musa’y mailap.
Utak yata’y barado
Diwa’y nakabilanggo;
Pati puso’y sarado:
May kadena’t kandado.
Phnom Penh, 2009; Copyright Michael P. De Guzman
Jay looks at me, biting his lips. That look tells me to be quiet. That I let him handle the situation. I broke Ma’s favorite vase and she told Pa. Jay admits to Pa that he was the one who broke it. Pa doesn’t say anything. He leads Jay to our room and shuts the [...]
Since Jay died, Pa always came home drunk. He and Ma would fight. I could hear them in their room, shouting. Throwing things. Later they also fought outside their room. In the living room, while eating, while getting ready for bed. Soon Ma stopped sleeping in their room altogether. She’s lay out the mat by [...]