In a tiny cafe, I sat down and write

Here I am in a busy cafe, with everyone dealing with their own day-to-days.

I put on my earphones to drown out the noise. I put on my earphones to listen to our song.

To fill the distance.

To fill the void.

I know you’re in another cafe somewhere. You’ll pensively twirl your coffee cup in between tiny sips from your hot latte.

Are you even thinking of me?

Because I am and I’ve been and I need to stop.

Kiss the Rain

It was an ordinary day, with the mundane, typical grind of a Thursday afternoon. She went for a walk to escape from the stress at work. She loves taking walk breaks to unwind, get refreshed, and most especially to escape. Escape from reality, escape from the dull pain in her chest that just wouldn’t go away.

It was an ordinary day, with the mundane, typical grind of a Thursday afternoon. Except it wasn’t. It was the day, two weeks ago, that they chose to walk away, to their own separate ways. Away from each other, away from mutual destruction. He loves taking walk breaks to unwind, to get refreshed, and most especially to escape. Escape from his own demons, escape from the dull pain in his chest that persistently stays.

Through walking, she allows herself to immerse in rhetoric — answering the questions and questioning the answers. Through walking, she allows herself to reminisce. The small, cumulative moments that made the past months special. All his gestures, seemingly minute to some, but helped affirmed her worth, helped manifest her wish to be loved and cared for.

Through walking, he allows himself to get lost in his thoughts so he can eventually get clarity. Through walking, he allows himself to remember so he can eventually forget. The small, cumulative moments that made the past months special. All the gestures, seemingly minute to some, but really going out of his way just to see and make her feel safe and cared for.

Lost in their own daydreams, they didn’t notice the rain beginning to fall. It’s silver, liquid drops falling from the grey skies in quick successions.

As other people rushed about, trying to avoid the rain, she allowed herself to be immersed in it. The rain gaining momentum, she soon became drenched but she didn’t mind. She was reminded how much she loves the rain. She looked up at the grey skies and closed her eyes. Parting her mouth ever so slightly, she let the raindrops touch her lips, imagining it was his lips touching hers. And she smiled.

As other people rushed about, trying to avoid the rain, he looked for a shed where he can be safe and dry. He listened to the rhytmic pitter patter on the roof of the shed and was reminded of her and her fondness of the rain. She revels in it whereas he thinks its messy and course, and just a general hassle to your everyday activities. He watched as the rain gained momentum, white splashes now dancing on the streets and pavements. As if by invisible force, he found himself walking towards the open and letting himself be drenched by it. The raind drops now touching his lips, he parted his mouth ever so slightly, imagining it was her lips touching his.

He opened his eyes and found himself walking again. He knows not where to go exactly. He just felt that he needed to go somewhere. Somewhere safe, somewhere familiar, somewhere that feels like home.


…the vision in front of him made him stop on his tracks.

She closed her mouth, allowing herself to go back to reality. As she slowly opened her eyes, she saw a vision that made her heart skip a beat.

She smiled a sad, nostalgic smile.

He smiled back.

Mister, I’ll make a Potterhead out of you!

To those who know me, it’s no secret that I’m a huge Harry Potter fan. I remember reading about it in the Philippine Daily Inquirer and coming across a full-page ad of the Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.

I was initially smitten.

After reading the first book, I became a full-pledged Potterhead. It didn’t take long for the movies to be launched and although I have several qualms about the adaptations, I love them in general.

That’s why it was a bit of a heartbreak when I realized that my husband is not that into it. I don’t understand… we both love Star Wars, we both love DC, we both Game of Thrones (well, before the final season, at least) so why can’t we both love Harry Potter?

I seriously considered casting an Imperius curse on him. To those who don’t know, it’s a spell that places the victim completely under the caster’s control. But it’s one of the Unforgivable Curses so I thought of going the Muggle route and created a list instead — a list that could help awaken his interest in the lore; a list that could turn him into a Potterhead like me.

Without further ado, here’s my “Mister, I’ll make a Potterhead out of you!” listicle:


Yeah sure, Game of Thrones have dragons, too. But there are only 3 of them! In HP, there are so, so many — coming from different countries, having their own temperaments. Even the fires that they breathe out varies. The Chinese Fireball, for instance, shoot rounded balls of flame from its nostrils. How cool is that???


Dragons is just a miniscule part of HP. There are so may other mythical creatures and monsters that are unique to the wizarding world — mandrakes, hippogriffs, pygmy puffs, devils snares, basilisks…. I can go on and on! The back stories of each and every character are very interesting, as well. They are so well-written that you can’t help but be invested in their triumphs and losses.


My husband is a fan of John Williams because of the Star Wars OST. The equally iconic Hedwig’s Theme was also composed by him. The moment you hear tantantadantan…tantantan……. you just know… no! You just feel that you’re inside the Wizarding World.


Some people, mostly guys, think that HP is for children. Probably because of the first movie. To be fair, it started as one, but the plot becomes more serious and darker as the series progresses. You get to grow old with the characters in each movie. And even though it’s set in a magical world, their problems… their dilemmas… they are all too real and so relatable.


HP has an abundance of them. From the funny ones like, “… before either of us gets killed – or worse… EXPELLED!”, to this heartwarming one-liner: “Always”.

Speaking of quotable quotes, the sixth reason is…


HP has taught me so much about friendship, love, bravery, and standing up for what’s right. My favorite HP quote is this: “It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities”. It resonates so well with me because it reminds me to always do the right thing. And if ever, for some reason, I can’t be right, I must be kind.


Since all plots span for a whole year, there is always a Christmas scene in each movie. Thus, it has become a Christmas tradition to watch all 8 movies during the holidays. I share this tradition with my sister but now that she’s in another continent, I need a new movie buddy. And who better than my husband, right?

So there you have it! What do you think? Will this convert him? Or should I just say….


Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure


For my second prepared speech for our Toastmasters club, I decided to speak about something fun but very close to my heart. This written version does not even capture the excitement that I had during my delivery. It was also a nice excuse to dust off my Luna Lovegood wand, put on my Ravenclaw scarf, and take my Philosopher’s Stone off its bookshelf.