I am scared of myself at times. Repeatedly piqued, I would wish that I could make a person vanish just how vain magicians do in the movies. I would justify this thought with another thought that it may be better that way – that they do not exist because they cause malady. When a person’s ill deeds really get into my nerves, I could almost utter “I wish you’re dead!” or “I wish you...
Because the holiday was moved to November 28 which is equivalent to a no-work day, Papsie and I went to Lipa, Batangas early Sunday morning. We were invited by E, a classmate who missed the Philippines so much and decided to stay in the country with wife T and two handsome kids after living and working in New York City. They have a nice place in Barangay Rizal and he is into the hog...
“You should have thought that I am not the kind of person who cannot discern what needs to be done. In every word that comes across, I had this trait of ALWAYS evaluating. Maybe that’s why I always end up disappointed, depressed or frustrated. I need not be prompted because I know when something needs to be done. That is, if I have the means. I have learned to be responsible in any aspect....
There are times, on Mondays, that on my way to work, when vehicle color coding scheme does not allow transportation, I will be held off by the kagawad ng barangays in the middle of the street. All the pilgrims to work, school, or anywhere was compellingly prevented to continue the trek. Why so? Because the Lupang Hinirang is being sung and also, the Panatang Makabayan (the new one) is being recited in front of...
I am not worthy to be labeled a poet, because I am not really a poet. But only a trying hard mortal with the effrontery to create verses that might not be that sensible or simply put, useless. However I write poems because I love poems. With them, you can feel one’s soul, you can reach the unreachable, and you can go to a fairyland and into dreams. This is the reason why I...
I am not worthy to be labeled a poet, because I am not really a poet. But only a trying hard mortal with the effrontery to create verses that might not be that sensible or simply put, useless. However I write poems because I love poems. With them, you can feel one’s soul, you can reach the unreachable, and you can go to a fairyland and into dreams. This is the reason why I...
Many declare openly their faith in God. One can truly admire the zealots that roam in every country sharing with their acts of faith and words of wisdom. There is nothing wrong, I think, with it. Because we are all given the privilege to worship God, in what we think, say or do. But sometimes, the zealots become stumbling blocks. They claim that God saved them from the pits of hell and so one...
Many declare openly their faith in God. One can truly admire the zealots that roam in every country sharing with their acts of faith and words of wisdom. There is nothing wrong, I think, with it. Because we are all given the privilege to worship God, in what we think, say or do. But sometimes, the zealots become stumbling blocks. They claim that God saved them from the pits of hell and so one...
My son, Daryl, did it again. When he had his field trip, he made me experience fear. Why does he have to let me experience it again? My son is not fond of cel phones although I bought one for him. It is a tool, as most of us regard it, to keep in touch with others, and most especially with him, if necessary. It is vital because it is the easiest way for...
(a third attempt to short story writing) A couple from Quezon has twins, the youngest among the brood of four. The girls brought joy, from time to time they were born, to the unfortunate couple that depends only on the scanty income they get from selling balut, a Filipino delicacy which is a fertilised egg with a partially developed duckling and eaten boiled. The girls fondly call their mother Ina, Genoveva to everybody, and...
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