Homesickness hits me without warning. We are walking along Rue de l’ Assomption in Paris, on our way back to the Maison d’Accueil de l’Assomption where we’ll be staying for the next three days. Already it is seven in the evening, yet it is as bright as 10AM. The thought of going back to an…
I remember following him. We were in Yogyakarta for the first time and didn’t have a proper map to guide us. I said I wanted to go to a coffee shop I found on the Internet. I forget what it’s called. Some pretentious name that sounded like National Cafe or something. It’s ridiculous. And…
june, 2008 day 14 on the way to san sebastian, spain flowers everywhere! in the fields, in between great boulders of rock, at the foot of roadsigns between busy intersections. flowers everywhere! growing on the backrest of a chair carelessly left to rot by the roadside, triumphantly creeping over the walls of abandoned cottages, or…
The following is an entry from my 2000 journal. Onyok, my baby brother, was ten at the time. Reading this made me feel so nostalgic.:) 20 April 2000, Aboard M/V Virgin Mary, on the way to Aklan It’s Holy Thursday. We’re down here in economy class—Nanay, Onyok, Auntie Gloria and I. After a thousand years…
Over a month ago, I received the good news that two of the children shows I was involved in (one I directed, and the other I head-wrote) made it as official selections to the 13th Barcelona International Children’s Television Festival. These were ‘Elsa Gandang-Asal”, a series of one-minuters that teach values (or good manners,…