It was a routine surf for news from places where I used to live. The order is always from the latest city, then backwards. So it was from Davao, then Quezon City-Antipolo, Iloilo, and then Cagayan de Oro.
But I was stuck in cyber Iloilo, particularly at Sun Star Iloilo’s website.
The headline reads ...
Inside the crowded air-conditioned bus from Davao, the faces of the passengers looked weary and their eyes looked tired. At least 15 new passengers embarked from the busy, old Valencia City terminal.
For a moment the vehicle looked like a wet public market, and then sounded like one.
The passengers settled in the ...
written by Morofilm
on Wednesday, 17 of September , 2008 at 4:33 am
I just got back from a reading which should have been sponsored by Prozac or Remeron. It was so gloomy and dreadful. A tribute for writer David Foster Wallace who committed suicide recently. It got me thinking. Shouldn't a tribute be a celebration of one's achievement? Foster flouted a lot of writing ...
written by Morofilm
on Tuesday, 16 of September , 2008 at 9:53 pm
Lately I've been receiving emails, phone calls and text messages asking how I am or how I got my bruises, to take care of myself, and say my prayers. I deeply appreciate this show of concern. It's reassuring to know that I have friends out there who really care for me. You ...
ERRR... yes, believe it or not, I have a heart and my heart bleeds for this place we stumbled into Thursday night after dinner with friends and new acquaintances as it bled for my companions whom I dragged along with me. It bled so much, I couldn't find ...
THE schizophrenic me was prowling around this navy ship, being both selves and denying both. It was a difficult situation to be in.Rewind: The day before the memorial mass for the downed C-130 plane last Tuesday, my buddy and organization president Peewee asked me to be our volunteer diver's group representative in ...
written by Morofilm
on Sunday, 14 of September , 2008 at 11:17 pm
The third Prairie Lights reading had two African writers of totally diverse, even opposite backgrounds.John Nkemngong Nkengasong, a novelist, fiction writer, poet, and literary critic from Cameroon, read a fragment from a short story and a poem, which is actually a last will imploring the "Children on Cameroon! Children of ...
