Substance K, Baby

I crave that numbing sh*ts and all of that calming f*ck, or maybe that euphoric state that uncontrollable manic, that transpires you into some sort of sexual maniac.   So, give me that one good shot a 50 mg, intramuscular, maybe Or a 200 mg shot in the buttock Or a 3 mg/kg intravenous, oh, I would … More Substance K, Baby


This is for the oppressed. The captive.The blind. The broken. The sick. The hopeless. The lonely. The hungry. The lost. You are free. You can see. You are healed. There is hope. You are filled. You are found. You are loved. There is God. He is Jesus. He see you. And by see, it means … More Overlooked

A Case

Instantaneously, her self shift into a face unbeknownst to herself in which her consciousness is lost into a vacuity, placidly, a poignant of misery that’s  visible to the eyes of none. To ignorant  it’s just a facade, the truth is she’s frozen in time, a prisoner of her own mind. Such strange phenomenon  by which … More A Case


I don’t write of felicity, of peace, and hope, and love. Nothing inspires me. Nothing excites me. I write of confusion, of frustration, of anger, and pain. Things hurt me. Things slip through my hand, left me in vain. I don’t write of the summer’s heat, the cool sea breeze and its therapeutic smell that … More Doldrums

The Screwtape Letters (first letter): what hit me…

Dear readers, I think i’ve learned some things… As humans, our natural functioning/activity such as eating, sleeping, etc. were sometimes the enemy’s bait to keep us from thinking a train of thoughts, realization, or convictions especially when it’s all about the purpose of our existence. Facile might it seems but the enemy sometimes, too, work … More The Screwtape Letters (first letter): what hit me…

si narcissi

Instantaneously she’d gone, placidly in a vacuity, or in a state of chasm. There she lurk, perturbed whenever her heart throbbed, rack Time had taught her to master it… Henceforth she’d back whose heart now iconoclast Too captious in your every act Denies her own frailty that’s how everyone would pay “it’s your fault.” She’d … More si narcissi


It’s been a tale of her folks’ song ‘She’ll never live long’ ‘She’s predictable…’ ‘She’ll die soon.’ Not too long she created a world of her own There she lurks, happy with her own played song. There she’s a queen or heroine She fly high, free from chain Little did she knew She can never … More Phantasmagoria

locked in vacuity

That crippling kind of phenomenon where one’s senses were locked up in a vacuous has led me to void. It was like I have lost my sense of sight in an instant; lost the patience to try to listen, understand, and shed tears to whom I have encountered with. I was too preoccupied with my … More locked in vacuity

she’s a paradox

she’s radical she don’t settle for mediocrity she’s complex she abhor simplicity she’s wild she’s everything extraordinary but she lives in a box walled and locked because that’s how people perceived her and she had enough she’s a paradox one ought to discover

The feeble diary

meet the feeble rain or shine he walketh extra mile to reach this shelter he longs for intervention only to find out we’re lack of medication. “I’m sorry for this misfortune,” I said. “It broke my heart,” he said. “Oh! this corruption!,” I heard someone mumbled.

Refuge in the eye of the storm

It’s really depressing to witness each striking recurrences that shattered my nation–months or weeks, then after. Frequent calamities have been phenomenal that pounded many cities after cities; starting from that dreadful war in Zamboanga City, Mindanao (August), followed by a 7.2 magnitude earthquake and about 4-6 magnitude aftershocks that blasted Visayas region (October) and ripped to … More Refuge in the eye of the storm

Undiscovered Hero

Remote. Long dilapidated less traveled road which is sometimes isolated, sometimes insulated, where no one loves to travel, and sometimes one even curses the road. You’re lucky if the site has an available power or electricity, but most of the time there is none. Perhaps, this is your destiny, if you’re too unfortunate not to … More Undiscovered Hero


She’s a lady She tints her cheeks with nice rouge. She color her hair and lips scarlet full. She dresses herself in expensive coat, and dance her feet in pairs of shoes.   She’s a lady She winks at the mirror when she sees her face flicker. She glances at the mirror to see if … More She


Once too proud, yet, too idle. Aloft with pride, but conceited. Singing my own song, I fly alone. I fix my own fragmented stone. I build my own fancy wall. Hey, I am strong! One day, my crown and glory was taken away from me. I was left naked. Devastated. Then reality crept in, I … More amour-propre


So, umh…along my long journey, I stumbled upon a book which currently is my “happy pill.” Promptly, I’d stopped just to write this at once! The idea of “God-box” (but I would like to rephrase it, “Putting God in a box” to make it more epic) by Beverly and Lori (great authors of the book) … More God-box

That Hasty Havoc

It’s been a month since the aftermath. Christmas already had filled the air, but seemed swept away from the atmosphere by the unforgivable stench that pervaded the air coming from the dead bodies that were found day by day along the street; inundated, and even along to the sea and its coast of the affected … More That Hasty Havoc

Unwind with a Mission: The Great Relish

Broadly smiling while losing my stare into the length of the horizon. Reminiscing every precious memories of our trip into an island. Pictures were vividly flashing through my mind. Those treasured moment when I, in unison with the crackling laughter of my friends that pervaded the air, with the calmness and the therapeutic smell of … More Unwind with a Mission: The Great Relish