I missed my stories and I miss this, too.… Read More Two-year Long Journey In Blogging
Arigatou Gozaimasu. Xie Xie. Gracias. Maraming Salamat.… Read More The Gratitude Cafe
You are I, and I am you.… Read More Monologue
Everyone’s got their birthday sentiments. I know I do.
It’s been a wonderful 23 years. :)… Read More Celebrating Life The Cebuano Way
The dark hooded figure briskly walks in the dark of the night and strides carefully through corners and intersections. He tugs his hood lower to his face to cover it further. He looks left and right and left again. He tucks in what he was tightly holding as to not recklessly drop it. He looks left and right and left again.
“This is for the people. If I do this, people will realize how horrible it is, this crime.” He thought.
… Read More Blaspheme
It’s amusing – that feeling when I just look around and I see people do their thing. I get that feeling all the time whenever I have my coffee break at my favorite doughnut store/cafe. I can’t exactly describe what it is but it’s definitely got me to think of stories. Sometimes, the stories come rushing in too much I start to look blankly into space.… Read More Of Doughnuts and Coffee
“Governor Gabriel Esteban believes that the murder of his wife was a warning that he should step down, but his spirit do not waver despite this tragic event…”
The news never changed. One day, I’d be really surprised if there won’t be news about politicians, what they do and they don’t do, their rubbish schemes and two-faced role playing, their relief goods plastic bags with their names and faces on it like their faces are not plastic enough…… Read More Independencia
“Uncle Ben is at it again, Old Han.” Says Henry. “Oh, you know how silly your uncle can be.” Han tickles Henry’s cute nose and the young fingerling lets out a snuffle. “But why would he tell everyone that he was once an Angler fish from the Great Deep?” he asked. “Sometimes your uncle can… Read More The Barnacle Chronicles
He climbs a hill so steep that it can probably be just a chunk of rock weathered and carved into a building like structure. His breaths grow deeper every second that passes. Mauricio asks, “Why am I doing this?”
Mauricio finds himself searching for answers in the most unexpected way.… Read More The Misadventures of Mauricio
Just when I was about to finish packing my stuff, he knocks and enters without permission. “Dude, is it true that you’re leaving?” Kota said. “Yeah. It’s kind of a last-minute thing.” forcibly, I laughed. “But, I thought you were fine with this.” he meant to point at the entire vicinity; twirling his finger in… Read More Omens