As the last week of my existence as a third year college student rolls in, I am filled with dread, disappointment, and lots of questions. Is the semester really ending? What will happen to my grades? Why does it feel like I’m still stuck in the middle of the race track, while everyone else seems to be preparing to step on the finish line?
Basically, I feel like I’m ten steps behind everyone and, no matter how fast I try to run to catch up to them, they’re still way ahead of me (not that it’s their fault).
Continue reading “Sem-ender Feels 3.2”
I want to pat myself on the back for attempting something I’ve never done before: I tried writing a poem in my native language, which is Tagalog.
Let me emphasize the word tried because, despite being a full-blooded Filipino raised by people who speak Tagalog on a daily basis, I still can’t speak Tagalog without mixing in some English words. This made it challenging for me to write this
sorry excuse of a poem.
Warning: it’s so cringeworthy to the point where I want to smack—not pat—myself on the back hard enough to knock some sense into my brain and not post this.
Continue reading “Katahimikan”
On most days, I would cheer myself up if I’m feeling down because I know that sadness is a temporary feeling.
But sometimes, the feeling of unworthiness rushes through me like a tidal wave and my entire soul gets trapped in a bubble of misery.
Whenever this happens, I situate myself in the middle of an intersection and decide on which direction I would go: the positive road or the not-so-positive road.
Continue reading “When Sadness Hits Me”
Just a little update, I guess.
I haven’t really written anything (aside from my Arrival post) because of two reasons: a.) my academic and organization life had taken over my life last semester; and b.) it’s as if I lost my ability to write. Even now, I’m struggling to let the words flow freely.
But now I’m back and ready to churn out all the things I couldn’t write! Basically, this post will be a mess.
Continue reading “Well, well.”
There are films that are better told through a linear plot. Some films, however, turn into cinematic beauty for their lack of chronology. Christopher Nolan’s Memento (2001) is a great example of this; so is Gaspar Noé’s Irréversible (2002), which made me curse a lot in a certain post.
So is Denis Villeneuve’s Arrival (2016), a surprisingly amazing film that plays around the concept of time. I have a lot of
feelings insights about the film because it shows the importance—and difficulty—of communication.
—MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD—
Seriously, turn back and watch the thing before entering the danger zone.
Continue reading “Arrival: Giant Aliens & the Importance of Language”