The heart is a defective traffic light,

confusing lovers with its ever changing


yellow, and



Nevertheless, the traffic clog should end.

I have to move on.


So, I kick hard on the brake,

break my initial course,

step on the gas pedal

and make a U-turn –

to you, my alternative route.




This poem was published in The Hub (2011), the literary-arts folio of the Commerce JournalThe story behind this poem? I was on my way home and it was raining cats and dogs. It was evening and the jeepney way stuck along the busy streets of Juan Luna and Tayuman. The raindrops and car lights seem to flicker the idea of this poem in my mind. As for the persona, the Editor-In-Chief at that time (Kuya Art) noted on how I was able to create a poem in a man’s perspective. I was not even aware of it, really. But then another writer once said that good writers have the canny ability to write something they have not yet even experienced.

This poem is just one of the few love poems I have made. I promised myself I won’t create another again (or will I.)

Detour is dedicated to the people who were ‘used’ as rebounds by the person they like. At some point in our lives, we may have been in that course but the journey is long enough. Sooner or later, we’ll find someone we might tailgate or better yet, park on that corner and enjoy life.



Last week, I was channel-tripping (such a lazy bee) and I came across the Filipino film Villa Estrella on Cinema One. Shifting to the movie-fanatic gear, I was confused on the genre of the film. In the villa resides a ghost that takes over bodies, a murder story of two patriarchs, and a love triangle of its stars. The water ghost covered with algae should have been cut off and simply replaced by a human-like ghost (so as not to distort the viewers’ perception of the real villain). Nevertheless, it was an attempt to give a new offering to the moviegoers since Filipino films are flooded by rom-com flicks and I’m getting allergies already. But the effort was futile and perhaps horror films are just made into ‘cash cows’ rather than backed up by a riveting story line.

Days later, I found myself travelling on our way to Villa Escudero, my family’s first out-of-town trip as a birthday celebration for my sister, Aira. It took us 2.5 hours to get to our destination. Upon entering the area, we drove along the coconut plantation. The scenery was so stress-relieving, completely different from the metropolis. Also the accommodation was satisfying; the employees were so courteous and helpful – also different from the previous resorts I’ve been to. They’re also dressed in period costumes just like in Velada Tomasina.

Just some memorable things:

1. Carabao Ride
We were fetched by a carabao-driven cart on our way to our cottage. The calm breeze was complimented by two workers who serenaded us of Filipino folk songs. The ride was only around 10 minutes but it was enjoying because once in a while, the passengers will be amazed by strong carabao that has some ‘tricks’ to show on the road. 😉

2. The Cottage Called ‘Campupot’
The cottages in Villa Escudero are named after Filipino floras. Surprisingly, we were assigned in Campupot. Funny name, as what the family members always say. My mom even ‘trolled’ on the key by removing some letters to make new words (just check it out in my sister’s Facebook album). Nevertheless, it was a fine cottage. The air was cool enough and the ventilation gives a native-life feel inside. The mattresses are so soft and comfortable while the bathrooms are well-kept. The ambiance is so inviting that you have to resist the pull just for you to enjoy the great outdoors. Ultimately, it was a chance for the family to really bond because the cottage was spacious enough for us to actually hear and speak with each other.

Inside the Cottage

3. Waterfalls
Water coming from Mt. Makiling falls onto us as we enjoyed the (remote) waterfalls inside Villa Escudero. Getting wet was indeed more fun here. Hours before, we had our lunch near the waterfalls but in the afternoon, it was deserted so we enjoyed it ourselves (unknowingly, there was a cultural show going on at that time!)

AND ALSO! My sisters and parents spared their time boat-riding (I was left behind with my grandmother because I’m faint-hearted on water). The food was also great and appetizing. My tummy easily got full because of the buffet meals.  And of course, we had a lot of pictures  to remind us of our wonderful stay in Villa Escudero. See what my Dad has to say:

There are also different sides of the story. Mom was able to talk to a Villa Escudero worker and he shared some insights on his stay in the hacienda. As for the whole family, it was really a rare opportunity for us to be together because of the demands in the city. Can’t help but feel nostalgic when the times were simple back then but I guess what’s important is that you enjoy with each other’s company. After all, family members have their own, unique way of making each other feel family.

‘Til our next trip!


One of my to-do’s during my hiatus after graduation was to starting creating my own blog site. It was supposed to premier on May but after seeing my friend’s Facebook post that she already made a new one, I then immediately typed “” on the address bar. And the rest is on my History page.

Why “thenewalphabet”. The username popped into my mind because of my real name (pun intended). And to dig deeper, perhaps starting this blog will not let my literary me rust as I myself is slowly detaching on the hope that an employer will call. Don’t get me wrong, I’m merely exaggerating. My musings about employment will be posted on the coming days.

Nevertheless, I won’t let the writer in me rust. I promise to keep my mind and fingers busy typing on my ideas that I usually don’t talk about. I’ll let myself wonder beyond limits. I’ll let my imagination and my inner self take over because, as I once said to a friend…

My mind speaks better than my lips. However, the heart has not yet been given the chance to speak for itself and therefore cannot tell on who’s best among the three.


Enjoy 🙂