This is how I wrapped up 2018 and welcomed 2019.
I turned 30 this month. I've worried about being 30 since I hit my mid-20s, and that worry over 30 as a deadline has catapulted me into lots of decisions that led to where I am today. I celebrated with very little fanfare. I spent the days surrounding it with lots of reflection and gratitude. [...]
I can’t sleep yet, on account of bad food decisions and maybe too much time today. This isn’t going to be very clear. Forgive me, future self. Like the rest of the world, we finished off Stranger Things 2 last week, but I haven’t properly processed post-mortem perspectives about it until right now, on account [...]
My 2015 was crazy. But in a very, very good way.
One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. . . Something more will [...]
This afternoon, I just finished defending my thesis proposal – a textual study of camp films in local cinema. I have been waiting for this moment all year. I've been doing my MA for 4 years already and I want to graduate next year na! Panel listens while I ramble. Photo by Ranie, who went [...]
The street cleaner is a woman busy picking weeds that have poked through the concrete. A few feet away from her is a tree, where her broom and wheeled bucket are propped up. On a branch dangles her handbag - a bright one with red and pink prints and white faux leather trim and handles, [...]
UPDATE: Read the article on RAPPLER Today we did an interview and shoot entirely on the bus. Caloocan to Olongapo and vice versa, with only a restroom break and a 15-minute stopover in between. A story told while on the move.
I am enraged that the right to enjoy coming home at night is so easily snatched from us, that we are robbed four hours of our day by being in transit, contemplating choked roads, enduring way too much physical contact with strangers, being motion-dizzy as we stare into tiny screens, being forced to think way [...]
10:28, my heart is beating fast and I'm excited for no particular reason. I don't know exactly why except that I was... Posted by Krista Garcia on Monday, January 26, 2015 10:28, my heart is beating fast and I'm excited for no particular reason. I don't know exactly why except that I was writing in a [...]