Category Archives: Musings

Brief thoughts on media, sex, and sexuality

Note: This was originally written as an addendum to a Facebook post by a person I look up to, i.e., a senpai. I edited the screenshot of the OP’s post for privacy purposes and to translate some phrases to English. This is mostly aimed at Filipinos. For context of OP’s post and all the ruckus going on lately in PH social media, kindly read this and this.

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A few words, and even more words

My attempt at interpreting my own poems over at twitter. Continue reading A few words, and even more words

Critique time!: “Numb or Dumb? I like you!”

Disclaimer: Despite the title, this post doesn’t get too deep. It uses sarcasm and general observations to make a point. Hence, I won’t argue if someone shows up and says this is a pretty bad argument–of course, only when he comes up with a better one.  😛


I often see this “hugot” expression:

“Are you numb or just dumb? ‘Cause you don’t feel that I f*ckin’ like you!”

And it’s often written and taken as a joke. It’s one of those “been there, done that”, “can relate to that” common train of thought, further spread like wildfire by the handy sharing tools we use today, i.e., social media. But it’s actually a bit problematic and worrisome. Continue reading Critique time!: “Numb or Dumb? I like you!”

A Poem: “Only Lonely” by yours truly

I want a little attention–

a simple “hey” or “hi”

to my direction.

I thirst for human affection–

a smile, a hug,

a shoulder to cry on.

Friends…

It’s okay to be vulnerable. It’s okay to be dependent. It’s okay to appear “weak.” That is our strength. I hope you have someone to tell your deepest regrets, cravings, happiness, and all other emotions in your seemingly tiny heart that might burst without ever unloading these feelings.

If you want, I can be that someone for you. Just shoot me a tweet or PM.

*hugs*

The illusion of material discontentment

This realization came to me when I was riding on a car with the family of my tutee. They brought me along to a birthday dinner of a relative in downtown Davao. I was in the backseat with the children. And so I could overhear some bits of the grownups’ seemingly ordinary conversation.

It went like this (non-verbatim):

“You know George? He got a [Ford]  Everest”

“So I heard. Everest looks damn fine. I think I may need to upgrade this car. (chuckle)”

The last line hinted a sense of need and a slight urgency to meet the said need. And that was when I felt it was kind of wrong.

If one doesn’t have a car, or any convenient-bordering-luxurious gadget, she likely won’t need to upgrade it. Because there’s basically nothing to upgrade.

Meanwhile, I hear many other people (both offline and online) wishing for new phones, new tablets, or new cars even if they still have those fully functional units at their disposal. This makes me question if there’s even a real need to quell these urges to get all the new and guaranteed improved versions of these things.

Are we a little too unappreciative of what we have?

We want convenience, yet when we are granted it, a new problem always arises. What was once useful and wished for is soon regarded as something less wanted. People look forward to what’s yet to come, as if what’s in their hands hardly matters.


P.S. This isn’t something I’d say would be an “in general” sort of behavior. This is just a tiny observation of me. Contrary opinions are welcome, of course.

3-sentence story: Hollow

Silence invites introspection. Even if there’s nothing much to see inside, tears start falling.

W-where do they even come from?

I’m quite the lurker

I’m quite the lurker in Facebook (and some other SNS, for that matter except for Twitter), reading other people’s stories. No, not the irrelevant captions on selfies. True to life stories of real people. Those who have been hurt and still hurting. Those who have faced cruelties in their past committed by fellow humans and are still haunted by these hideous acts in their dreams, and/or perhaps when looking at oblivious passersby. Continue reading I’m quite the lurker