As a practitioner who listens to employees’ woes, I always ask my clients who they consider as their support system. Surprisingly, I rarely hear the word, ‘manager, supervisor, boss, or leader’ as an answer to my question. My follow-up questions include ones that are related to confirming if they have informed their boss about their …
I am proud of my home, Baguio City. Aside from how this is a good conversation starter, I am proud that most people I encounter have positive comments and stories about Baguio. While some people have been in the city multiple times, some still openly share their wishes and hopes about visiting the country’s Summer …
He was used to walking on sunshine, used to the solemn calm of sunrises the way morning greets the world, hi. She was used to running on moonlight, used to the solemn silence of sunsets the way morning bids the world, goodbye. He was used to walking on sunshine, energized by parks and …
lumipas ang ilang buwan nang kaniyang maalala, na siya pala’y hindu na nagsusulat ng tula. lumipas ang ilang buwan at kaniyang nasaksihan, mga salita, lira, tono, at hugis na may pinatunguhan. siya ay napatanong, nasa’n ang aking tugma? nasa’n ang noo’y ‘di niya makaligtaang isama? siya ay napaisip, siya pa ba’y may karapatan, kaniyang damdamin …
My hair is a mop, My face, a floor. Don’t even get me started! Don’t ask how many times I clean. My hair is a mop, My face, a floor. Do you know how messy tears are? No, really. Do you know how I spend hours, hours! In keeping the floor spotless? My …
I. Am. Powerful. I can make her think Of everything except herself, Of crossing streets, Of playing with scissors without a reasonable objective, Of staying away from people because she has a train wreck in her head. I can make her feel How everything is unrelated to her, The guilt over people she can …
I have been fine for a few days, Until … Another setback. Flashbacks of negative emotion pour freely, Like fireworks displayed on the reflection of my tears, Like sentences that I never have completed, Torn sheets of paper, Like pieces of different puzzles that fight for completion Two steps forward, one step back. …
Sunflowers in November, bright and rare What can you remember besides my long, brown hair? For the chill and silence of the garden The striking morning dew and golden stars Remind me of everything about you Sunflowers in November, sharp and brief What can you remember, my heart’s thief? For the warmth and smell of …
Bravery Isn’t always confined In shouts or cheers Sometimes It trickles Flows Silently On cheeks Stopping pain To escape from one’s lips
Round and round we go Swinging fast, to and fro Chasing blades no one knows Reaching beams, skipping floors Merely a game of catch, unending When will we get tired of pretending Give rest to this chase I finally know my place
