I will not be able to write a post until the 8th of January. I’ll be home with my family.

Happy New Year everyone.

Somebody said that it is a waste of time to wait for something better, to expect more, to look forward to a more wonderful years ahead. But I think that as long as we do not stop hoping, nothing is wasted, nothing is in vain.

The best love poem

Love verses have long lost their charm on me. I was certain none of them shall move me, until I saw these lines inside a train going to Quezon City.  Everything is captured by the lines: love, pride, bravado, desperation, hope. And need I say love again?

Ernesto Cardenal

Nang mawala ka sa akin, ikaw at ako’y nawalan.

Ako dahil ikaw ang minahal ko nang lubusan,

at ikaw dahil ako ang sa iyo’y lubusang nagmahal.

Nguni’t sa dalawa ay ikaw ang higit na nawalan.

Kaya kong mahalin ang iba tulad ng pagmamahal ko sa iyo,

ika’y ‘di mamahalin tulad nang kung paano kita minahal.

Ernesto Cardenal  (Granada, Nicaragua 1925-      )

Be a guest writer

For how can something be truly a representative of a certain sector if it is a thinking of an individual who has, for the longest time, been trying to isolate himself from the rest of the world?

Only after a necessary question is asked do we begin to find the correct solution.

There have been plans during the conception of this blog to invite guest writers. Few people responded. The articles submitted were either too specialized or to technical for the tone of this blog. There were email correspondence that showed promise but eventually died out. Either the proponents have given up or I was too inefficient in updating this blog that I ended up losing the people who could’ve been partners in realizing the main objects of this blog – letting twenty-somthings express themselves and challenging existing stereotypes associated with these group.

It so happened that I belong in this group who are in the forefront of change caught in a setting of constant flux. You may brand us ‘confused’ if you find yourself in the extreme end of cynicism or ‘simply seeking adventure and trying to have a real taste of life that they are just starting to live’ for people who empathize with our struggles.

They say that the twenty-somethings of our time are apolitical, indifferent, disinterested, selfish, even asexual. But time and again we have proven them false. We saw ourselves involved in the very vortex of change situated in different venues: in our family, community, university, the national scene, and in the world. We are as diverse as the colors that represent us, the job we do, or the opinions we have of life in general.

We questioned prevailing mores, challenged the status quo, and transcended our supposed fate. We work in places unimaginable during our parents’ days. We travel to places beyond the confines of the comfort of our culture. No one can impose their thoughts on us, compel us to stay in one place, or do what we hate to do.

This blog is a celebration of that free spirit. And what better way to celebrate this spirit than to write about it.

Going Against the Current is inviting all twenty-something to write about anything – your experience, victory, defeat, first love, travel, work, passion, art, angst, sadness, frustration, hope, dream, plans for the future, disappointment, opinion, political leaning, school, sex, writing, food, fear, prognostication, prediction, criticism, anger. . . .

. . . .anything.

(You may send your entries to And from there we’ll see.