Project VOICE Live in Manila (aka the night I met the K’s)


It was an insane, impulsive decision, one I will never EVER regret my entire life.


Last Sunday, I saw Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye perform in person.


And for those who are unfamiliar with their work and are therefore unsure why this entry has a manic edge to it, they are spoken word poets who have taken the internet by storm. They have since gone on to jointly form Project VOICE where they go to schools and communities performing and teaching poetry.

My friends and I waited in line for over four hours to see their show. Four glorious hours which we spent in spirited discussions, mostly revolving around the work of these two talented people. The wait was well worth it because damn did we get good seats!

IMG_7807I have seen videos of their performances online many times. I am familiar enough with their work that I was able to identify the title of the piece by their description before they performed it. Even with that familiarity, I was not immune to the powerful effect of their live performance.

I am not ashamed to admit that I found myself on the verge of tears several times during the show. The emotions were still so real, so raw even after the many times they have performed. It was a privilege to be in that room with them, to feel the energy and the spirit of their words come to life.

At the end of the show, we got to buy their books from them, got to shake theirIMG_7864hands and generally fangirl at them. (I may have, at some point, screamed at Sarah Kay out of sheer excitement, I am so so sorry about that)

It was a magically surreal evening filled with beautiful words and wonderful conversations. All that thanks to Project VOICE with the tireless efforts of Words Anonymous. Please do check out their sites because these talented, generous people are worth a few minutes of your time.



Something to watch out for

This past year has been awful on my writing. I lost touch once again, embroiled as I was in the corporate world.

I got caught in the trap of making a living and forgetting to LIVE.

But all that is about to change.

Though, admittedly,my writing is rusty, my personal voice has never been clearer. The urge to write has never been stronger.

So here I am, picking up where I left off, this time with a journey to better understand what it means to write and create.

Have you ever had that feeling that you’re standing at the edge of something truly amazing and life changing? That taking just one step will propel you inexorably towards a moment that will deeply mark this chapter of your life?

That’s how I feel right now. And I am running with it.

Details are still being finalized and the support has been overwhelming but I shall be sharing my little passion project here soon.

Stick around. =)

Redirect: When the Thrill is Gone

When the Thrill is Gone

The thrill is gone. Maybe it’s time to throw in the towel, get a divorce from this ridiculous passion, call it quits on a marriage no one but you ever thought was going to amount to anything.

What help is there for the weary writer? What words of wisdom might help you hold on a little longer?

In all honesty, writing is just like any other job. It takes a lot of time, effort and patience. Like with any other job, sometimes a writer can feel burnt out, unable to continue with the craft they felt sure was their true calling in life.

This entry by Barbara O’neal talks about this feeling of getting fed up with writing and how writers can find a way to hopefully get their mojo back.

Redirect: DecomP Magazine’s The Best of Ten Years

DecomP Magazine’s The Best of Ten Years 

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For the last few years I’ve been visiting DecomP’s site to get my fix of fresh, new stories and writers. On their tenth year anniversary this month, DecomP has collected the best entries they received over the years for art, short prose, flash fic and poetry. Check them out by clicking on the link above.