ZEN Bitchin'

Dispatches from a foreign country

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What your soul sings

Like most things in my life, my coming out to my parents about 13 years ago did not happen in one spectacular event that shook the world. Being an only child, friends expected only the highest of dramas. However, there was no heart-rending drama: no tears, hysterics, or some other violent reaction to my disclosure. [...]

Unwell

Coping Mechanism
“In the organic world, adaptation is atavistic;
a matter for the instinct, not the intellect.”
–from a lecture on the philosophy of aesthetics
Someday I will feel better
And look back on all of these
With a smile and a shrug;
That day, when memories rush
Into my head, I won’t flee
But relish its arrival: hectic,
Lush, organic, like life itself.
And I [...]

Could’ve been

I started writing this post days ago, intending it to be a post-mortem commentary and what-have-you on two disparate events that gripped the Philippines last week. But then I saw THIS and THIS and it got me wondering whether I should still pursue my earlier intention. Even my fellow bloggers have placed their two-cents worth [...]

The morning after

Nothing historically significant happened on my birthday.
On the day I was born, the number 1 song in the Billboard American Pop Chart was ‘The Morning After’ by Maureen Mc Govern, the theme song from the movie ‘The Poseidon Adventure’, a disaster movie which starred a slew of big Hollywood stars such as Gene Hackman and [...]

Someday we’ll be together

Joyce, one of my true good friends, is leaving soon for Canada in a few days. I was hoping to catch her in Manila but delays in the completion of my work commitments here in Cambodia has made it impossible for us to see each other before she leaves. I last saw her in 2008, [...]

Jesus to a child

This is somewhat connected to the previous post (again), where I compared the creative process to child birth. The title is an obvious giveaway, of course. God knows I tried to device other titles for this poem years after its subject left my social circle. But everything else I came up just didn’t seem suitable. [...]