This Is What Depression Looks Like

This Is What Depression Looks Like

By: Xandriane E. Loriega


It is waking up to a gray sunrise every passing day
ignoring my bed bug infested foam when it feasted on my skin
not taking a bath for a week and wearing the same underwear for days;
the piles of laundry I kept hidden for a month – from April to May
it is the bags of trash I refused to throw; clinging to the small
pieces of my day I out rightly refuse to dispose,
it’s looking at my distorted reflection in the bathroom mirror
noticing only the scars that’s carved on my grave looking face;
it’s walking while dragging my feet to the door
it is my appetite lost in an all you can eat buffet,
me binge eating on Saturdays with nothing but parfait,
it’s purposely drinking water to find myself choking day after day;
the times I deprive myself from drinking on hot summer days,
it’s being with friends with my mouth tightly shut; I have nothing so say
yet laughing out loud from a line in a dramatic play,
it’s thinking I’m probably abhorred by the people I call peers,
it’s me crying from the pain I sometimes no longer feel,
it’s not eating my salad of milked avocados,
not saying “Hi” to acquaintances passing by and said, “Hello”
it’s planning a trip for weeks only for me to cancel;
it’s my pillow drenched in sweat and tears – I’m such a funny damsel,
it’s not singing along to my favorite song,
it’s sleeping all day from morning to dawn,
it’s bidding happy good byes to my family – Adios! So long,
it’s finding comfort in the corner inside my closet
my mother yelling my name for hours, her voice upset,
it is knowing that the sun is an adversary, and death a friend,
it’s breathing while feeling I am better off dead,
it’s waiting for an arm to reach only for me to turn away,
it’s standing on top of the bridge railing, finding
the dark asphalt road as hope’s path and only way,
it’s trying to smile in the midst of weeping,
it’s suddenly screaming at nine in the morning,
it’s vomiting on the sink even when I had barely eaten something,
it’s throwing everything in sight without me knowing,
it’s holding a knife to my throat with the intention of stabbing
when I had always been nauseous of the thought of blood spilling,
it’s me teaching others the skill of swimming
and finding myself intentionally drowning,
it’s my cellphone suddenly ringing
a person I haven’t talked to in years, calling,
a familiar, good-nature voice rhetorically asking,
“Hey, how are you doing?”
slowing down my shaking,
finally breaking down, howling,
I whisper, “Help, I’m barely breathing.”



Bagahe By: Xandriane E. Loriega

Ang problema ay nasa parisukat na nakausli sa aking kanang balikat.
Minsa’y nakaaba sa aking nababaluktot na likuran,
madalas pumupulupot sa mga bisig na ngalay.
Laman nito’y samo’t-saring pagdududa na nais kalimtan;
saloobing hindi lubos maunawaan –
patuloy na bumabagabag sa bawat sulok ng isipan.
Nilalaman nito ay ang mga katanungang patuloy na
naghahanap ng tiyak na kasagutan;
sagot na noon pa’y natagpuan subalit pilit na tinatalikdan.

Ang problema ay nasa parisukat na de-gulong
na hinihila ng aking pawising palad –
Minsa’y binubuhat kapag daan ay lubak,
madalas iniiwan ngunit muli ring binabalikan.
Nilalaman nito ang mga suliraning na sa aking harapan;
mga responsibilidad na hindi ko nais gampanan.
Laman din nito ang mga mithiing nais kong makamtam –
subalit salat at yaring kapos sa kaginhawaan,
ito’y hanggang bubutihing pangarap
at mananatiling bituing susungkitin mula sa kalangitan.

Magaan man o mabigat, ang parisukat ay aking pasan
simula sa pagmulat ni Araw hanggang sa pagtulog ni Buwan,
ito’y sumasandal, dumidikit at nananatiling nariyan;
sa balikat, sa likod, o sa bisig man;
hinihila, binubuhat o binabalikan;
akay-akay, dala-dala ang bagaheng aking taglay
kasa-kasama ko sa aking paglalakbay.
Masalimuot ang gabi kung lama’y madagdagan
mapalad ang araw kung ito’y mabawasan.

Anime Analysis: Clannad + Clannad: After Story


Clannad is a complex show. On the surface, it’s a typical high school drama/romance with a hint of supernatural elements. As such, it also follows a pretty simple harem formula: a main protagonist surrounds himself with beautiful girls who each have problems that he attempts to resolve, as well as possibly some girls falling for him in the process. Shows like Bakemonogatari have deviated from this typical harem formula with its own unique brand of comedy and whip-smart dialogue, and Clannad is no exception.


Hopefully through this analysis of both Clannad and it’s sequel, Clannad: After Story, you may get a better understanding of all the little nuances and layers the show packs on, leading you on a journey that’s as transcendently beautiful as it is heartbreaking.

Note: The following analysis contains a heavy amount of spoilers for Clannad and Clannad: After Story, so proceed with caution. If you have…

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A Soon To Be OFW’s Prayer

A Soon To Be OFW’s Prayer

By: Xandriane E. Loriega

O, ray of light that shines down upon us
hear the cries of your lowly servants:
freedom from the chains of doubt and regret;
release us from the sorrow of desires unmet.

Allow us to discover what’s beyond the border
to dance in exotic fields with raging colors –
us restricted and bound by persuasive traditions
of nursing the old and raising other’s children.

Grant us the grace to explore beyond ourselves
and realize the crafts we’re created to delve –
awaken our fire, fuel our thirst;
kindle the flame; unleash the child.


Grado By: Xandriane Loriega

Ang mga numerong iginuhit ng aking mga guro
sa kapirasong papel ay patunay sa aking mga abilidad –
magsaulo ng mga parirala at kumabisado ng libro;
magbasa mula sa unang pangungusap
hanggang sa huling salita – subalit ito lamang
ang aking natatanging kakayahang nakuha;
ang buong buhay na ginugol sa pag-aaral
ay walang malinaw na punlang naitanim
at walang matinong aanihing bunga

Ang mga numerong ito ay isang katibayan
na ako’y naging hangal at nabulag
sa mga prestihiyosong karangalang
kaakibat ng matataas na grado –
panandaliang kasiyahan, pang glamor Kodak lamang;
isang instrumentong panglikom ng dekorasyong
ipangsasabit sa harap ng salas –
mayroon lang maipagyayabang sa bisitang walang muwang
at sa kapitbahay na walang nais kundi ay makalamang

Anong saysay nang mga sanaysay
kung ang diwa ng pag-aaral ko’y naglaho;
ako’y nawala sa kawalan ng mga mangmang
na walang alam kung hindi ang magbilang
ng mga numerong walang kahulugan –
sa pag-iisip na to’y magdidikta ng mabuting kinabukasan,
at kaligayahang matatamasang pang-wakasan;
naglahong pagkakakilanlan
at pagkaalila sa sakim na kaisipan
ang tanging naiambag sa aking kasarinlan.

K-INDIE MIXTAPE: VOL 01 [Acoustic from Korea]

KIndie Mixtape. ♥

New Houses

Inspired by my lovely Mexican friend and her lovely mixtape for Pachinko Overdrive(if you haven’t download it yet, you should!), Cipa, I’ve decided to make my own #kindie mixtape too. Because she already did a great job at choosing the best Korean indie-pop songs for her mixtape, I’m going to do it differently.

Since I’m a biggest fan of acoustic music to begin with, so this time I’m making an acoustic #kindie mixtape. While mixing the songs, I wonder how Korean indie bands did that, you know, creating such awesomeness in music with something that sounds so simple.

To be honest, I had a really tough time choosing the songs but after a looooong consideration, this is my final track list for the mix. Let me know if you guys enjoy it, I might make another one some other time 😉


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