The Ocean of My Being

If you’re looking for a true-blue Marawian , You’re looking for my father— Dan . I grew up in his Marawi . The sounds, the colors, the unique and  Unforgettable flavors, the food and the fishes Found only in the majestic Ranaw , His majestic Ranaw . He told stories of running before The truck announcing the showing of a movie, Doubled with another,  And shouting with glee the movie titles and actors Before the actual announcement blew off the loud speaker.  Louder hurrahs and shouting as if they’d outsmarted the man in the truck, With brothers and friends, he swam in the  Majestic Ranaw , massive to his youthful eyes,  Pretending to catch fish, But, really to catch glimpse of a fancied girl Washing clothes and dishes, smiling shyly. He told stories of early evening songs and walks Under the calm night sky and fresh air, Climbing the wall or crawling underneath, When late at night, he sneaked away to play games and make merry. Keeping aw

Hello, everyone! Haha! I’m just pretending that there are still some people reading this blog. I had the chance to check my blog’s archive because I was looking for a certain entry to show to my friend. Looking back on all those months all those years past made me quite sad. I saw how gradually the entries for every month became fewer and fewer until they stopped altogether. I couldn’t quite believe how active I was in blogging back in the day. There was a time when I’d post two entries in a week. Wow! And, now, I can’t even make time to post at least one entry per month. Tsk, tsk. I did say that one of the things I wanted to do for 2020 was to make this blog active again and, well, maybe this is the start. And, it’s a really nice date to start again, too. It’s February 29, 2020! It’s so perfect! Me and my obsession with dates! I guess some things never change, huh? Haha! So, for this entry I’m actually still trying to figure out what I want to write about as I’m typing this.