Legality 👑

Here are some photos that I’ve never uploaded publicly on my other social media accounts. I just thought that WordPress would be a great atmosphere to show these pictures. Blogging has been part of my life; it was my solace and quite my secret keeper.

18 years is the legal age in the Philippines. I know there are other countries where lower than 18 is already legal and people are held liable for their actions. It’s a great feeling, to know that God has given you another year to experience the taste of life.

I am already legal and there are many responsibilities to carry, to counter. This is just a part of growing up, a part of life, and I am always thankful to God that I had the chance to live this long. I want to do good things as long as possible, to help those people who are in need, especially those in the grassroots, I want to love and be loved.. I want to live even before I die.

I just don’t want to exist. I want to feel alive.


When Proton loves an Electron

The title of this article was inspired by the teaching of a priest during a meditation in my beloved center. My mind marked the word proton and electron. To some, it was just a usual lecture but to me, there’s an impact and an idea popped into my mind, ‘what if I write something out of it? What if I’ll let live what father has just said?’ I suddenly thought about someone and there I realized how this particular person doesn’t meant that much to me, until a priest said that: people are like protons and electrons, they may be different in many ways, but there will always be one thing that would unite them. That is love.

Opposite attracts, they say. Most people agree and some characters in books and movies would prove, but there will always be some that would say “People are only attracted to those who hold the same views and values with themselves.”
To whom are we going to believe? Or, should we not follow what they say and just start to think about or experience it for ourselves?

This topic is like our Communication Theory class, there is no wrong or right because as what my professor would always say, everything is just an attempt.

Our minds will always spark new ideas or thoughts. Everything in this world is debatable and we will continue to fight what we believe in. 

But no matter what other human beings perceived, this story would prove that ‘Opposites do attract’. This tells how two people despite the many differences in each other’s lives, unite and shared the magic brought by love.

*to be continued..


Vienna waits for you

Gerascophobia (n.) is an abnormal or persistent fear of growing old or ageing. It is derived from Greek ‘tha geraso’ which is a phrase that means ‘I am getting old’ and phobos meaning dread or deep fear. (www.fearof.net)

This movie creeped me. A very good one because it was made originally and artistically. The way the camera focused the subjects or objects was professionally planned and the mood in the ‘apartment’ was really quaint and I love it. No scene has bored me. You wouldn’t expect what will happen next so you focused so much onto where will the story led.

Horror movies are not just about brutal killings, wandering ghosts or asshole cannibals. Horror movies depend on the viewers, their state of mind, experiences or their phobias. It also depends on how the actors portray their roles and act like they mean it.

This movie has been instilled in my mind because I have the fear of growing old. Anna, at the age of 25 turns into someone who looks as old as time. That would be the most horrible thing that could happen to someone who experiences Gerascophobia. But the ending was superb. She sacrificed her own self so that the curse will end in her and not to damaged other people’s lives. Especially because it was for Daniel.


Bothered Soul

There’s no way to silence my brain every time I’m conscious. I’ll always be reminded by things I should have forgotten by now. My mistakes, my flaws, the regrets, their criticisms.. they will always be there. They will always gnaw my bones; rip off my heart. I will always be that bothered soul.


YOU – Galantis

Everytime that I listen to this song, it gives me a nostalgic feeling. It’s an EDM but it can make you feel a weird sadness, the kind of sad you would always want to feel.

For me, the music video shows that a person can be so comfortable of being free, she can live her life the way she wanted it to be, she can do whatever she wants, but there will always be a longing. There will always be a creeping sadness that she can only feel everytime she’s alone.

She’s just there, strolling while waiting for the love she deserves to come and the person who will make her life complete.

I hope everyone can find their true love. If not the love from other people, at least self-love. It’s all that matters.


Missive to Paradise


My dear sunny stalwart
I do long for you everyday
I feel desolation in my heart
Now that you are away.

My heart is frail and becoming ill
Having a hard time finding buoyancy
I hope you are on an even keel
So I would not need so much to worry.

It has been coon’s age that you’re gone
Still, I’ve been thinking and dreaming of you
My love for you wouldn’t be lessen, wouldn’t be done
For this is unchanged, immovable and so true.

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Oh, I miss hearing your voice’s cadence
I’m yearning to see those wide smiles and lively eyes
You have brought my life into effervescence
With you, I felt drifting up to the skies.

You were a high-spirited lass
Resilient and fortifies the weak
Dauntless enough to start a fuss
But you never once did, you’re meek.

Though I’m a good for nothing girl,
You’ve cared…

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Best friend for Lifetime

I wrote this piece when I was fifteen years old. I decided to show it here for an appreciation to my dearest mom. She’s been abroad for three years, but it’s coming to an end. The wait is over! She’s coming home. Praying for her safety 🙏

Best friend for Lifetime

I don’t know how many stars are there in the sky every night. I don’t know how long will it take for us to reach the galaxy. I don’t know how deep the Pacific trench is, but I’m lucky to have known someone who loves me unconditionally. Someone who makes each day of my life worth living for. Someone who’s always in my heart, and forever will be my light to guide me in every path that I’m taking.

She can’t cook well, I admit it. She doesn’t have talents, she told me. She’s not good in Mathematics, I bet we’re the same. But she showed her care and guidance that even other people can’t do to me. She’s somehow strict. She’s surely demanding. It doesn’t matter, I still love her.

She appreciated my low quality writings and poems. She told me they’re good, but I knew in myself they’re not. She listened to my childish stories that I’ve got in school, then we’ve looked into each other’s eyes and together, have shared the laughter. She got silent when my average decreased to 85. She didn’t say anything but I knew she was disappointed. She asked me about my studies and she was interested in my love life. She always wanted to know my friends’ names. She’s been very observant to every little thing that I do.

We’re close to each other, not until she worked abroad.

In my present life, I started hating our home. It’s not a home anymore. It’s just a typical house. I’ve spent whole day everyday in school because I know there’s no one in our house who likes to talk to me. My best friend is miles away from me. Though she calls me every month, sends messages in Facebook, I feel desperately incomplete. It’s not the same feeling when she’s beside me.

My mother is the best woman I’ve ever known. The heroine that saves me from pains of disappointments and judgments. She’s very far from home but she’s in my mind and heart. I’ll always be thankful to God, that she sets a good model of a woman who inspite of struggles, still continues to go on and be brave just to support the needs of her family.

I may not be able to tell her that I love her everyday, I may not have shown her the good daughter that she wants me to be, I always pray to God to give her good health, peace of mind and happiness for her to be able to attain her dreams, even not for me. This time, I want her dreams to be not for other people, but for herself.


The Ones

They say that poets, lovers, romantics and other artists are misunderstood people. No one seems to understand people like us. But I think that is not true. I think it is us who misunderstands. It is us who don’t get it. Because it is us who continues to see the beauty in this world when in fact, the world is really ugly, gruesome and despicable. It is us who continues to create works in the hope of making other people see this beauty. It is us who continues to believe in true love, peace and justice, when in fact, they really do not exist. There is only pain, hurt, sorrow and divisiveness. It is us who continues to love despite these pains, and sorrows and hurts. It is us who continues to love through it and beyond it all. It is us who would dedicate our own selves, our lives and our crafts for people to see the truth as we see it. But they will never see. That is why, we are not misunderstood. We are the ones who fail to understand. – Luis Batchoy