of escapism and further

I was fourteen when I realized I didn’t like where I was—Roxas City. Nothing much happened here; it was the same every day. The things I heard on the radio were almost the same, over and over. The same news about the supernatural sightings, news of unexplained phenomena—but no eyewitness to recount the scenarios. It... Continue Reading →

an open letter to people who matter

I have been going through a lot these past few months. I have been preoccupied with a lot of negative thoughts and emotions: unlikely self-doubt, stubborn regrets, recurring insecurities, iniquitous indecision, uncertainty of my own future, and the likes. I haven’t been myself, and I have decided, against my own good reason, not to bother... Continue Reading →

Weltschmerz

You were a stranger, but not really—we knew each other’s names, but we were never introduced, never talked. I was that silent persona walking past you while our eyes locked, and I smiled as I saw you caught me staring. Our secret, stolen glimpses with one another made that strange connection deeper. You knew I... Continue Reading →

Do Not Fall In Love With Me

Do not fall in love with me because I never stay. I always move around. I travel every now and then; I get sent to almost  anywhere, often with no prior notice. You’ll only get to see me for a few days once a month—and it’ll be worth it. I’ll take you to places: movies,... Continue Reading →

occhiolism

I have been moving around lately. Last year, I was only home for three months, and the rest of the year, I was away—I was in three different cities, all for work assignments, even until now. I get to visit home once a month, over a weekend, or I’d have an extended stay of four... Continue Reading →

What’s In a Name?

Names are very powerful. Aside from identifying something, in every belief and folklore, names carry magical and sorcerous properties, which gives the person whose knowledge of someone’s or something’s true name power over the entity. My blog has had three names since I started blogging in 2009. Each name represents something significant in my life,... Continue Reading →

Call Me Maybe

Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between? Today, almost everyone has a phone, even kids below ten years old. We seldom meet people who does not own a phone, whether or not it is a smartphone. Everyone carries one around for certain purposes—personal, business, work,... Continue Reading →

The Writing Room

A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like? My ideal room for reading and writing would be a forty-one square meter attic converted to a small library. Facing north is a small round window, where enough amount of sun- and moonlight seeps through and allows... Continue Reading →

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