A Room of One’s Own

Hi and welcome to my room–where hopes and dreams lived and died and one of my favorite places on Earth. Room is also the new Oscar-nominated movie which I already love without even watching it–it will be the film to destroy me this week.
So a little flashback: I got my room a little before high school, I’m not really sure when but it’s around that time when the transition from being a child to a teen was intense, with a huge cabinet that stores both my clothes and the bedsheets in the house, taking up half of the entire room and a huge bunk bed only for me. I only have this vague memory of me texting in j3j3m0hn on bed with a cellphone that has keypads.

In here, in this very room, I locked myself away from the world because I hate it. I frigging hate the entire universe and turned to books. I only hated it because I was too afraid to go out (social anxiety? etc) or my parents were (worrisome? etc.). I was stuck in a place and I had to make the most out of everything in a tiny space so I travelled instead through books. I think books help us travel without moving an inch. I started to read Twilight for a month–finishing one chapter after the next, thinking I was a voracious reader, taking myself to the rainy paradise Bella lived in Forks.

Additionally, this was my father and mother’s room before my aunt’s family moved and became bigger. Consequently, it became the room that housed me as an infant. There was this story in the family where my makeshift crib was a stereo because the bed was too small. Then, we moved to the master bedroom. At that time, it belonged to my mother’s bachelor brother Gerry and had those Basketball player posters posted on the wall which I vandalized generously. My sister and I vandalized a lot of walls when we were young–I think it’s only natural. It also became a toy room when we got older and when Gerry moved. It was filled with toys. I remember this distant childhood friend/ preschool classmate of mine when we were five who ran away from home to visit me in the toy room and his dad panicked the shit out of himself who found his son hours later after my father called him. He’s now broke and weird.

For me, at the time, that was paradise–I was blessed with hand-me-down toys from my cousins and newly-bought and delivered from my grandmother in the U.S. And shit, my sister and I have all the time in the world to spend with them. It was freedom–to have this precious privacy: a room of one’s own. I can do anything with it. As I got older, I appreciated the concept of privacy even more which remains a challenge to me because I want to move away but I also do not want to abandon my family at the same time and make them feel like I don’t want them. I hope I find a compromise someday.

This is a very personal piece for me and I hope you’ll appreciate it–it’s the place where lots of things changed and lots of things were learned. This was written not only for my friends but for me because as I am writing this, my entire family has moved to the U.S. and this room will never be mine and the same again. It will be lost. It will be unfamiliar. All the things that symbolized my being me will be lost. I can’t believe it but I’m writing this realizing what I had lost. These are the parts of the room and my own parts:
  I actually have a lot of books since I am a Lit Major. I’ve hoarded them whenever there is a book sale. In total, I have about 90 unread books all in all. And my Kindle, home of downloaded e-books from the internet, is now deemed irrelevant.

  A bunch of posters: a huge East Coast basketball players poster, a Lady Gaga poster, a remembrance that I took from my Creative Writing workshop in the university, a painting gifted by my friend Ynca who remains to be the best gifter of all time because she knows what I want, at the back of it is a Twilight Breaking Dawn poster


I liked how she crossed out ‘never change’. She knows that I need to change and change is good if it’s for the better. One thing that made our friendship bloom was our mutual love for Lady Gaga when we were in our first year in college. Ah, memories.


My beautiful dirty desk contains a picture of me and my sister, on the wall is my drawing of Lady Gaga in 2012 wearing the outfit she wore in her Judas music video (probably the only decent thing I’ve drawn in my entire life) which is then vandalized by my little cousins (those fuckers!), next is my Gawad Ustetika award, a creative writing award which I’ve won for an essay about singing in the shower and how it became this liberating especially if the shower is filled with childhood memories and coming-of-age stories (and yes, I’m using it as a bookend) [For more of this story, click last year’s entry about it]. Next to it is the books I’ve been reading: The Scorch Trials by James Dashner and The Best American Travel Essays 2005. I haven’t been reading Philippine Literatures but it can’t fit to my brimming bookshelves so I just put it there. Lastly is a book stand, bought my lovely cousin Jill- it’s hella cute and it’s hella efficient when I want to read while eating (because eating alone is boring – I either watch a 20-minute show or read a book with a book stand)

I have to explain these notebooks and what they are for because for some reason I want to share it with you: the red in the middle has my daily schedule or homework notebook. I take notes on what to do for three days which is rarely ever followed but I like the concept of a schedule even if it’s an illusion for being organized. The eat-sleep-recycle notebook is for writing down the books I have read, complete with dates I’ve started and finished. I’m that O.C. and bored with my life. I’ve been using this notebook for three years I think. And it’s almost completely filled so I use the cattleya notebook above it sometimes for the same purpose. The other Cattleya notebook is for writing down progress on my project. I write down ideas on this character or wonderful plot ideas. These Cattleya notebooks are very new so there’s not much in it. The notebook on the bottom is my journal. I use it to copy down quotes from a book, draw or doodle (it has no lines in it) or write down vaguely what I’ve been up to. It’s very special because it’s given to me by my swimmer-athlete friend gorgeous as fuck Megan. I sometimes put pictures in it or boarding passes from airports. It’s going to be its one year anniversary on March and I have only taken like 15 pages of it. The blue notebook at the top on the other hand is my movie log notebook. I put movies I think I should watch sorted by its director or movie recs. I used to write movie reviews in them but I’m too lazy to write in them now. I just rate the movies I watched and list them. I also write down which movies are coming this week or month in this humble notebook. I left it at home because it’s almost full. I’ll just buy another one here.

My books if unshelved. This is my sister’s room by the way.

The four albums I have: Owl City was a gift from a friend in high school. I was into Owl City when I was in high school. I loved the autotune shit and the simplicity behind it. Speaking of autotune, the Ke$ha album is also a gift from my cousin Ron who took me to a record store five Christmases ago and said “go pick up something” (which was one of the best Christmas gifts ever–to have freedom to pick anything) alongside with Mike Posner whom I loved for a brief amount of time. Mike Posner’s album is all about travelling and partying which is kind of cool now that I’ve realized it. The last one is Lady Gaga’s hit album from four years ago, bought it at the album launch and met professional impersonator Lady Gagita together with my now-lost friend Myrtle. I can’t find the pics but I’ll post them one day from my grave.

I do not buy any more physical album because who in their right minds from a middle-class in a third-world country would when you can download it illegally or get it from Spotify like what a classic milenial would? But now that I’m in the U.S. and later working, I’ll probably have to change.

A first-year-high-school project about your own evolution from baby to barely an adult is nailed to the wall on my bed’s feet.

I’m a natural achiever

  A little explanation: this was at the top of my closet–a project in TLE from high school, unused comforters, a soccer ball pillow which was lost but when found it was hella dirty, a lamp from our high school production of Noli Me Tangere which I never returned and asked to be returned, a bottle of The Bar Vodka (I think) which I stole from my friend’s dorm and lastly a printer’s box containing some of my notebooks/journal in the last seven years.
Caps: a Lady Gaga cap, a found-in-the-closet M cap, and underneathe my Jeje cap from one of my iconic Facebook profile pictures in 2009. Underneath is a poster I got from Art Fair last year.

The chronology is random but I hoped you got a sense of me. We need to move on in the end and this is me moving on… farewell, my lovely room. One day, I’ll tour you guys to my New York apartment or something.

My Year in Movies (Part 2 of 2)

Hi, guys. I’m back! First off, Happy New Year. 2015 was such a great year for me because 1) I got my laptop and so I can watch unlimited amount of movies again 2) lots of great movies were released that year. 3) the universe gave me time to watch them all despite the busy graduating life. (I think no one’s that busy. If it’s a priority, then it is given time)
So let’s look at my top 14 movies that I’ve watched in 2015 (slow drumming sounds please @ my band). This is part 2 of 2, I’ve already posted half of it last year, check it out.


14. Gone Girl (2015) by David Fincher
First of all, the cinematography’s extremely sharp and beautiful and swift and elegant. David Fincher is definitely the director. The story is also a fun concept: girl disappears, husband gets blamed. Despite Ben Affleck’s penis cameo, Rosamund Pike stole the entire movie. She is bae. She is the cool girl we all want!
The sound score is also very important, making the mystery/action/romance movie more eerie. I think it’s one of the things that contributed to the movie’s eerieness.Love it to the bone, watched it twice.


13. I Killed My Mother (2009) by Xavier Dolan

It’s Dolan’s debut film and it is one where he stars as the lead. I am basically a Xavier Dolan because I want to be in charge of everything. As his debut film, he gets extremely excited and does all the work (or most of it technically) My goal in life is to write, direct, produce and star in my own TV show, hopefully semi-autobiographical and critically-acclaimed. I just think TV shows breed more loyalty to its audience because of its episodic nature. In 2009, Xavier Dolan did that with a film. I’ve told you: Dolan is the Canadian-French version of me.
Now the movie is personal to Dolan and it also becomes personal to us. More importantly, I love the close-up shots very much and how some scenes are balanced. To be honest, I think this could easily be my own film in terms of technique. In terms of content, a son who has a terrible relationship with his mother, I’m not really for it. If you’re going to watch this, watch his later, more successful movie Mommy afterwards and compare them.
Edit: I do have Mommy issues and I could see how it is such an important movie as a coming-of-age and killing your mother (which sort of means growing up).


12. The Duchess (2008) by Saul Dibb

I am in love with Keira Knightley, oh my freaking god, you have no idea. In this film, her character is the Duchess who made the mistake of marrying a horrible Duke played by Ralph Fiennes. What I love about this movie is how it is subtly and ultimately a feminist film. I’ve realized a lot of things in the movie. It’s an eye opener. One of them is how silence could be a weapon. Some feminists think that being silent means defeat but it’s not. Timing is everything and one should only stay silent if it is a strategy and it is for the better good in the meantime. It’s the only subtle feminist that seemed to represent the concept well and can be discussed thoroughly in class as a literary theory.
Keira Knightley in period clothes, British accent and all, and the subtle Feminism = A+
11. Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No-Good, Very Bad Day (2014) by Miguel Arteta

It’s not difficult for movies from Walt Disney to make me cry. This is what happened to me at the beginning of the year and at the near end. Even if I try not to get into the entire movie, my eyes would instantly tear up in one immediate scene.
I like movies that are set in a small length of time. It’s realistic and we all catch the action and identify characterization quickly. This movie was set in two days. One where we see Alexander having his usual terrible day before his birthday and another where he wished that for once everyone in his family would have a horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad day so they would realize his pain as middle-school grader.
At the mention of the name Steve Carell, I would probably jump on my bones. He’s such a great actor (recently watched The Big Short which I hated because I didn’t understand a shit) and I love him. I love him in The Office. He played one of the greatest icons in comedy. But what would you do if you knew Jennifer Garner was there too? It’s a powerful, simple film and one that is warm to the heart. I’ll probably use the phrase ‘warm to the heart’ many times in the next 10 like the colors in its costumes and set are warm to the eyes. A perfect Disney film!



10. Wild (2014) by Jean Marc-Vallee

It’s easily one of my favorite movies of the year and one that is very memorable. Reese Witherspoon was the reason I watched this movie because it was said it was her return to ‘great movies’ or ‘critically-acclaimed performance.’ This journey of Cheryl Strayed, which is based on her memoir, is powerful. I love that we see her journey in the trail and the journeys of her life that got her there. Ultimately, it was a journey to survive her grief. Not only because of the death of her loved ones or her marriage, but also because some part of her died and it needs to be reborn.
For me, going alone on a trail with nothing but your thoughts is torture. I’ve lived a life of distractions–social media, arts and lifestyle networks. It’s the greatest emotional and mental pain of all—realizing everything, having thought about it, and not knowing what to do with them. I’m not sure why this movie is listed at number 10 when it could easily be in my top 3. (i just couldn’t put them all in my top 3) transit9. Transit (2013) by Hannah Espia

Congrats Hannah Espia and writer Giancarlo Abrahan (whom I’ve seen in real life!) You are the only Filipino movie that made my list and you made it to my top ten. The movie is layered with immigrant experiences of one family. It’s an examination of the generational and cultural differences in an immigrant family—all of them struggling with their identity and the consequences of living abroad illegally. This movie is perfect as a postcolonial material for class or peer discussions.
The movie was just brilliantly woven. I love it. I love it. I really like the concept of home and losing and searching for it. It’s a making sense of the self, says my teacher:


8. The Black Swan (2010) by Darren Aronofsky

I have postponed watching this whenever I catch it on HBO some random time of the year but one night I decided to watch it and daaaaaammmnnn, powerful movie, man. It’s as powerful as Requiem for a Dream. It’s mindfuck. It’s a kind of what-the-fuck-is-happening film. I have no words for this but it’s a movie about madness. Madness, I tell you. Natalie Portman is the queen. The Swan Queen!!!


7. Boogie Nights (1997) by Paul Thomas Anderson

I’ve always thought that Mark Wahlberg was a loser. An old hag that Hollywood and young people today has forgotten or dismissed only because I haven’t seen him in a good role. Then I realize some actors just really need good writing material, a great director and an opportunity to showcase it to become really great actors. It’s a hard collaborative art—movies. And this is perhaps one of the movies that portray the effects of fame. And you know I love matters about fame and also sex—the movie’s about a guy in the porn industry. It’s a classic and I definitely do not need to hard sell it. If you haven’t seen a Paul Thomas Anderson, this should be your first. Then my recently watched Magnolia which is a little Pulp Fictiony but set in a short period of time.

6. The Imitation Game (2015) by Morten Tyldum

Benedict Cumberbatch’s jump from TV (Sherlock, duh, guys) to movies (the incoming Doctor Strange, ahhh!) or even to theater (Hamlet, what the fuck talented, right?) is sweet transition. He had made great decisions and chosen the greatest roles ever. In this film, Cumberbatch plays Alan Turing who has a secret that will hinder his freedom and has an ability to change the world. Spoiler alert: he’s gay and he basically invented computers and he saved a lot of people during the war and hate forced him to be a creep but he still did win a lot of hearts.
Of course, let us not forget the charming Keira Knightley! She is enough to make you want to download the film as soon as possible! Do it!
Also, the screenwriter’s Oscar win for Best Adapted Screenplay’s speech moved me.


5. Spy (2015) by Paul Feig

Melissa McCarthy is a recent discovery. Maybe because she just rose to fame in Bridesmaids. She’s the diva of comedy and could easily be the funniest woman of the decade so far. This movie was the only comedy movie this year that made my tummy hurt from laughing and made me tear up. It’s hilarious and it’s ridiculous. Everyone should check this out, it’s standing so near to the 4th place which is a masterpiece and groundbreaking cultural phenomenon.
Also, Jason Statham in a comedy? Weird but it’s hella funny.
4. Birdman (2015) by Alejandro González Iñárritu
–Won Best Picture amongst other things
–Seems shot in one take
–Meanings and debates regarding what the fuck is this movie and who Bird Man is among my friends are hot
–Michael Keeton, Emma Stone, Edward Norton, Amy Ryan
–It’s so meta

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3. The Matrix (1999) by The Wachowskis
I’m just going to leave you hanging. And not say anything about it. Because the two words: The Matrix is enough.


2. Before Trilogy (1995, 2004, 2013) by Richard Linklater

Stranded in a friend’s dorm because of flooding and because we were seven in a tiny room with only two beds (a bunk bed) I’ve decided not to sleep and watch the first two films in the trilogy, just in time for sunrise and for the flood to drain. This happened on mid-December on the last week of exams.
It’s unfair that I compressed all three movies as a single entry, I know, so I just boosted it to number two since they are that good. They are all of my friends’ highly recommended films.


The first film is how they met, the second is how they are reunited and the third is how much they grew up apart. That is my spoiler-less description of every movie. Every movie has its own charm in it and a special place for it. The last movie has to be the heaviest of them all, now that they’ve gotten really old, issues and conflicts abound. But what it taught me is that to never be afraid of conflicts. People fight because they have strong feelings regarding something and that they are different and they choose to try to fight for their own feelings.

I’m rooting for a fourth one in 2022. They’re probably what in their 50’s? This is a signature of Richard Linklater, long-term projects with the same actors which breeds loyalty for fans and the actors.

And the movie of the year goes to…


  1. Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) by George Miller

Holy shit, this film, I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. And on the night I watched the two Before films, we watched Mad Max: Fury Road twice consecutively or at least I did—the others fell asleep upon realizing there is no way in hell we were going to wade in that flood.
The movie is action-packed, the moments when you can pee is limited and are always when a character laments on something which is as important as the action scenes. It’s beautiful CGI. I tried taking a peak of the older version of the film to which this was remade from where Mel Gibson starred and guys it looked pretty different but it was probably a gem during that time even when weirdly it’s the same director. Anyway, I can’t really judge. I think it’s the reinterpretation of the world of the old movie that made it more beautiful plus the recent developments in special effects sprinkled with feminist and philosophical themes. It should be on everyone’s top movie of the year.
And that’s it you guys. We finished my favorite films that I watched in 2015 list. Movies are a huge part of pop culture and culture in general. It’s a wonderful escape from our own miserable lives. Join me later this year! Good night.


The Patrick Awards!

I’m a huge arts and culture junkie, meaning I consume lots of media: books, tv, films, and music. And I’m here to discuss which made my year extremely better.



  • Honeymoon by Lana Del Rey
  • Empire Vol. 1 by Various Artists
  • 10,000 Forms of Fear by Sia
  • Emotions by Carly Rae Jepsen
  • Beauty Behind the Madness by The Weeknd

Nope, 25 by Adele did not made the list because it was a horrible one. There are a few tracks that stood out but I’d prefer 21 and 19 over 25 any other day.


  • Bitch Better Have My Money by Rihanna
  • Take Me to Church by Hozier
  • Electric Love  by BØRNS
  • High by the Beach by Lana Del Rey
  • Somebody by Natalie La Rose ft. Jeremih

Played Somebody for more than 100 times in one day. It was an addicting song and still is.



  • Mr. Robot
  • Transparent
  • Master of None
  • Empire
  • Sense8

The sci-fi show is about 8 individuals around the world who share some kind of skills and can communicate with each other.


  • Saturday Night Live
  • Orange is the New Black
  • The Amazing Race
  • American Horror Story: Hotel
  • Breaking Bad
  • The Mindy Project

Despite critics, the show’s third season was the show’s best. The first two episodes of the fourth one are really good as well. The sad winter finale was also a very great one. With 13 episodes left, I hope the show could gather more fans that it could. It is so underrated.



  • Before (trilogy) by Richard Linklater
  • Spy
  • Birdman by Alejandro Inarriut
  • The Matrix by The Wachowskis
  • The Imitation Game
  • Mad Max: Fury Road by George Miller

Damn, watched this twice consecutively and another a week later. Too cool, man. One for the books.


  • Looking For Alaska by John Green
  • Howl & Other Poems by Allen Ginsberg
  • Edad Medya: Mga Tula sa Katanghaliang Gulang by Jose F. Lacaba
  • The Vagina Monologues by Eve Ensler
  • Histories by Charlie Samuya Veric
  • Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
  • Leche by R. Zamora Linmark
  • The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
  • In Praise of the Stepmother by Mario Vargas Llosa
  • Why Not Me? By Mindy Kaling

Girl stepped it up and made it as warm and funny as her first book. Bitch deserved more.


Beauty and the Bestie (2014) by Wenn Deramas

Metro Manila Film Fest was created to support Filipinos’ love for film. Sure, it has become a venue for movie producers and major network television show producers to take money out of middle-class and lower-class’ salary for the day. Sure, there are extremely terrible movie released this year that could affect pop culture or in general culture. But these bad films that we watch will also help us in distinguishing it with the good ones. They teach us some kind of truth especially if they resonate with our kababayans.

Beauty and the Bestie is your typical Wenn Deramas and Vice Ganda collaboration: over-the-top and unbelievable plots, unjustified plot (Valerie Concepcion’s character running away from her children) repetitive punchlines (‘ay, ganyan siya oh’ which is funny BTW), references in real life (Nadine Lustre’s character referencing her scandalous fight with James Reid during the premiere – not that cool), and some sort of self-awareness that I kind of like (scenes like ‘dapat maganda tayo sa last scene’ [non-verbatim]). I don’t know why but the formulaic comedies that embed family and action scenes remind me of old classic comedies like FPJ’s or Dolphy’s.

The plot to impersonate a beauty pageant representative of a terrorist-driven country to protect the secret that the real beauty pageant representative who is also the daughter of that said terrorist-driven country has been kidnapped by a third party no one really cares about is well, a huge stretch. But just like in any Vice Ganda movies, we have to do a lot of suspension of disbelief in order to really enjoy the movie.

What I like about the film is that it knows it’s all about hitting the jackpot money. It knows that it is not the film that will change the world. It knows that people will see it for the entertainment value, not really for anything more. And there’s nothing really wrong with that. I mean, what are gore films for anyway? But what we have to be keen about is that people should know that. The problem today is that people take what is given to them just because it came from somewhere they know nothing about (the difficult and rude world of showbiz, ehem, Cathy Garcia Molina) and feel powerless to. We should always be vigilant.

One of the things that have bothered me is the sexual undertones. I have no problems with it really but for a family movie, the sexual tension between Vice Ganda and the naïve character of Coco Martin is kind of strong with Vice Ganda and her two other friends portraying the stereotypical man-hungry gay best friends.

Their performances are good to be honest only because roles were readily written for them and the characters are close to the roles they tend to always portray and there’s not much leeway for an actor to navigate a role in this fast-paced movie. But I want to see Vice Ganda audition for a difficult role one day, one that isn’t written for her. Vice Ganda and also other veteran MMFF actors/actresses keep on recycling their roles—which is terrible because it means there is no progress in their creative pursuits, damaging the opportunity to be diverse and creative. They remain stagnant, unexcited by progress.

The thing that Vice Ganda’s roles or her real-life comedic persona have been damaging is the image of the bakla as the typical manyak, trying to take advantage of any moment just to get physical with Coco Martin, and even if you consider that she’s only in love with him—in the context of Vice Ganda and ‘250 isang kiss,’ it’s a monstrous act for the gay community (which means the entire LGBT). Add her two gay best friends with one who is like Vice Ganda’s character a manyak (that last scene near the end ‘uubusin kita!’ and aggressively goes for the neck) and the other the subject of jokes that refer to being ugly. They are really funny but they also got me worried that people will accept this as representative of the gay community which is not. Though you can argue that this is what lower middle-class gay community may look like in one particular angle, but these kind of tropes, these kind of monstrous acts that affect the gay community have been going on for years. Where are the successful, accepted and beautiful baklas whose physical appearance or gender is not the subject of jokes? The Philippines, sure, may not be ready for these kinds of things but we, those who are reading this and those who aren’t homophobic, should not create worse environments that stereotypes the gay community into ugly monsters and say something even in a single status, a tweet or a blog entry.

On the other hand, there seemed to work with every Vice Ganda character (and this probably the only compliment I will give to the film which I really do not want to massacre any further because the elitists disguised as ‘critics’ are doing their jobs well anyway. I would only like to offer a perspective). Especially in this one: the gay character as mother-nurturer. Kidding aside, Vice Ganda’s character has been called ‘nae-nae’ by her nephews, because she became a mother figure who worries about her nephews’ well-being immensely. The term nae-nae is a smart play on ‘nanay’ and homage to the famous dance move which is very important to pop culture which is equal to a #winner. What I like about this film is the transgender visibility. Vice Ganda’s insistence that she is a woman and should be referred to as ‘ate’ is a wonderful step to trans visibility. If people reading this are still confused, Vice Ganda is female because that’s what she identifies with so do not call her him. The country is still far from transgender acceptance but let’s hope this is a baby step towards that.

The last good thing that came out of this film is that I got my entire family to go out to the movies. And this is pretty rare because my mother only likes to go to Filipino movies (she only understands Indian-accent English, she revealed only last week) and the other half of this extended family would rather spend money on rice and electricity and pirated DVDs than an entire day’s salary for two hours. Also, my 81 year old grandmother (who lives in a distant island of god knows where/I’m not telling you) enters a cinema for the first time! It’s kind of cool.

Comment below if you want to converse. It’s easy and I’m harmless.

Favorite Reads of 2015


As with my listing down movies, this selection of books: whether poetry, short story collection, novel or play published in the country, out-of-the-country or outer space this year, last year or in 1600s, is only about the books I’ve liked that I read this year. If you want to suggest for 2016, comment below. I’ve started the 75 book challenge for 2016.

One sad thing happened to me last year: I have read the least number of books that year than the past five years when I started reading book after book. I thought to myself that it was okay. My social life is better and it is my last year in school and I’m extra busy with my thesis. Anyway, the following are nominated for The Patrick Awards, an award I give to books because if Nobel and Mr. Man Booker do, Patrick does too. It’s basically my favorite read this year. The winner will be announced in a separate blog entry together with TV, Music and Films.

In the order that I read them, I present to you, 11 that I have rated in GoodReads with five stars:

  • Looking For Alaska by John Greenlooking-for-alaska

One of the things I’ve loved about it is the unforgettable character that is Alaska Young which became an iconic figure in young adult literature. She is spontaneous, mysterious, and in-the-moment, hopefully a spot-on description of me someday. This debut novel by John Green is action-packed and philosophical at its core, rising debates whether this was John Green’s best work when he has not yet entered the mainstream/ pop culture via The Fault in Our Stars which I loved equally as this. I have not read every John Green so I could not decide just yet.

  • Howl & Other Poems by Allen Ginsberg

howlThe titular poem which comprises half of the booklet is perhaps the chant of this generation’s ‘angel-headed hipster:’ I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by darkness… I personally memorized the first five lines. In the wake of Kill Your Darlings and also Howl (where James Franco stars as Ginsberg), I fell in love deeply with Ginsberg and his newly found rhythm to which he owes to Walt Whitman, my other beloved poet. I don’t think there is as anything as powerful as Ginsberg’s depiction of New York City in the night and the madness and darkness of it all.

One of my favorite lines includes: “with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls‘”

  • Edad Medya: Mga Tula sa Katanghaliang Gulang by Jose F. Lacabaedad-medya

My love for Filipino poems written in Filipino is only recent. From last year’s Dili’t Dilim by Michael Coroza to this year’s Edad Medya. I borrowed it in the university library so I had only less than a week to finish it and I did. It’s humorous, lyrical, and in the tradition of Coroza’s poetry relatable as it tackles mid-life crisis and life in the Philippines in general. Also, note that the copy I read is donated by National Artist Nick Joaquin so he had once held it and that’s extra special.


  • The Vagina Monologues by Eve Ensler

vagina-monologuesBefore watching it on stage, in celebration with Women’s month, I’ve decided to read after one thoughtful close friend of mine gifted it. Despite the terrible reviews I’ve been reading now about it, I have to approximate how much it changed me to defend why it got five stars from me. First of all, it is true. Vagina, when said in public, is a taboo. People have hid it, calling it other names. And that’s misogynistic. It’s a body part of the female body. Second, it narrates different experiences of women all over the world including the Philippines. It gives us this global view, though not totally, of women all in different aspects of their lives. Lastly, it is play about moving forward. About changing lives. And I like that. There’s something about the desire to change the world that makes a person whole or fulfilled. The pure, unadulterated desire to do it.

  • Histories by Charlie Samuya Veric

I’ve only realized now how diverse the genres are this year compared to last year’s list of novels and a poetry collection, and its origin. This was a required reading for our class and it was delightful. I loved every poem inside it. I have chosen to discuss The Brave in our paper because it seems like one of the best. Here it is: (this is not my property, it’s Veric’s and Ateneo Press). No cover is available in Good Reads yet. I have yet to scan it. It’s that new and less read (which is a good thing because it became something only my classmates can talk about).

  • Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

gonegirlIn order to keep myself updated with what’s fresh, I decided to buy this pop culture phenomenon. It’s been mentioned in several shows and celebrity tweets so it was definitely a good decision. Little did I know that this would be my own personal Bible. Did I ever tell you the story of a guy in a mall’s bathroom who insisted that I was holding his religion’s bible? I said it was a novel. But he kept asking me what my religion was. I walked away of course but it could easily be a Bible. And we’ll call it Rosamund Pike’s cult.

The book is awesome, action-packed and fresh with the he-said she-said writing strategy. I read it because of the David Fincher movie adaptation. And to those who complain about people who only read books because they will be turned to movies the following year? Who cares if you have read it before anyone else’s? Aren’t you glad that other people read what you have read?

  • Leche by R. Zamora Linmarkleche

The only Filipino novel that made it to the list was borrowed from a classmate and read within a week. This novel poses questions that deal with the immigrant experience. What if your hometown, the Philippines is a foreign land to you, a Filipino? Are you really American because you were raised there even if Filipino traces abound? Where is home?


  • Why Not Me? By Mindy Kaling

whynotmeHave you ever wondered who I’m trying to emulate with my incredible sophisticated sense of humor? It’s Mindy, the Queen. It is a big year for Kaling especially last year with her show’s cancellation and then revived by Hulu with a hell lot more episodes. She has struggled in Hollywood and even a million dollar book is not enough to make her underrated celebrity status to an A-list celebrity, which she deserved.

Another set of coming-of-age stories which I myself never ran out of are all in here as well like the first book in 2010. This book is my go-to book whenever I’m sick. If I’m going to the emergency room, I have to have this book with me because hospitals are boring as hell.

  • The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri

yasSpeaking of Indians, I wrote a paper on The Namesake for my Modern Asian Literature class. I talked about the problems that rise in the Indian immigrants and the second-generation of immigrants. The Namesake represents a lot of things but it is probably ultimately about the cultural hegemony that no matter how much you retain your Indian-ness, American culture is stronger—alienating and confusing.

Every chapter of the book especially the first ones make my heart swell. My favorite scene is the baby ritual of eating solid food for the first time—it was so adorable.

  • In Praise of the Stepmother by Mario Vargas Llosastepmama

This short novel or probably a long short story or a novella has a language that is to die for. Llosa writes like the words are water. Each word is very easy to swallow and it’s intimate and refreshing. The plot is about a 10-year old boy who seduces his stepmother. There is a rather huge twist in the last chapter of the book so you must read it all. It could easily be read in one-sitting. As for my case, a hundreds of sitting. I’ve read most of it while commuting here in the traffic-congested city of Manila.

Now, that I’ve told you my 2015’s best read books. Can you guess who will win The Patrick Awards? Stay tune, my love.