
The curse that I live with for the longest time demands selfish attention and an infinite amount of time. I was hoping to find

I live on a small, maybe 55 sqm of space that is easily filled up by two little voices. It’s not wide enough for two kids to run around, but big enough to nurture their imagination. It’s enough to give me space when I want to get lost in my thoughts and accomodate the vibrations resonating from my guitar. I could’ve simply said “I play guitar or music“. But I’m not sure everyone will agree. When I was young, I believed that I was an important piece of the universe and that the universe will make sense with me in it. Then I turned 18

Here’s an excerpt of the 2nd article I wrote for Playboy Philippines which will be out soon…
Growing up, we annually buy two shoes at the start of the school year. A bland black leather shoe for the daily grind of school work and one for Physical Education. The black leather shoe was required to be unfashionable that even trussels, metal studs and the likes are strictly turned down by the nuns who run the school. If the shoe is featured in a current

So this happened. An article on my blog got featured on the September ish of Playboy Philippines. The Gray Son was the third essay I wrote for this blog I created after the death of my grand aunt
Before, when the month of June arrives, hundreds of dragonflies in all colors and sizes fill the weed garden that was the vacant lot besides our house. It signaled the start of rainy season and subsequently, the new school year. By fault of association, we find the start of the school year to be depressing because
look at what I found in the cloud
On Apple’s recent product launch, U2 released their latest album Songs of Innocence. It’s probably more exciting than any of what Apple launched that night. There is no groundbreaking changes in the phone technology
Something cute happened the other night as the kids were about to sleep. My 2 year old son was still finding his rhythm, slowing down and ready to doze off. I hugged my wife, she got tickled by the stubbles of hair starting to grow on my chin as it grazed her shoulder. She had a quick and jerky
Let’s put it this way, if I take this writing stuff full time, I may not get hungry but I’ll have to live like Bukowski. I reckon he lived a life that nourished his soul and nurtured his talent. At least the part after he quit his postal job trying to be a bread winner. Bukowski is my favorite poet since after I bought Pearl Jam 5th album “Yield” and Ed scribbled something about Buk in the liner notes. I stumbled upon his book inside Popular bookstore, a subversive bookstore

At three in the afternoon, after the 3 o’clock habit prayer, we’d usually hear a booming voice from a block away.
“ELA! ELA!” In short explosive baritone you’d think it was from a military staff sergeant. Everybody calls him Kuya Bak even if he was our lolo. He had a mean, tough face that has seen war and dealt death in the war zone. He survived the Japanese occupation fighting for our country’s freedom.
He is calling for his wife, Perla, for the afternoon snack, meryenda. Ate Ela, will have to stop