Job That Blows

Madaling araw na, oras na para magsara ng computer shop si Pilo. Naglinis, nag-ayos, at nag-ligpit na ang binatang bantay ng computer shop.

Habang inaayos ang backpack nya at naghahanda para umuwi, narinig ni Pilo na bumukas ang pinto ng computer shop. Medyo nainis sya sa sarili dahil nakalimutan nyang baliktarin ang "open" sign na nakasabit sa pinto.

Pilo: Sorry, close na po kami. (Nakayuko parin si Pilo at abala sa pag-aayos ng bag nya.)

Babaeng sexy: Hindi ba pwedeng gumamit ng computer? Kahit saglit lang?

Pilo: Hanggang 2am lang kasi kami 'e. Pasensya na hindi talaga pwed... (Natulala si Pilo)

Sa pagtingala nya, nakita nya na ang kumakausap sa kanya ay sobrang ganda at sexy na babae. Halos ilang segundo rin bago natauhan ang binata.

Babaeng sexy: Ah sige, salamat na lang.

Pilo: Teka miss... Ano bang kailangan mo?

Babaeng sexy: Kailangan ko lang makausap ang mama ko.

Pilo: Ah akala ko kasi maglalaro ka. Kung internet, ok lang. (Palusot ng binata)

Babaeng sexy: Talaga? Wow thank you!

Pilo: Hehe sige upo ka na dyan.

Sa paglakad ng sexy at magandang babae palayo, dun lalong naaninag ni Pilo ang hubog ng katawan ng dalagita.

Babaeng sexy: Pano ba 'to?

Pilo: Anong ibig mong sabihin?

Babaeng sexy: Nag-text lang kasi ang mama ko, pumunta daw ako sa kahit saang internet shop, para makapag-usap kami. Pano ba gagawin ko?

Nakaisip si Pilo ng paraan para maka-isa sa dalaga...

Pilo: Nako miss, busy kasi ako may mga pinapagawa sa akin yung boss ko, kailangan kong tapusin 'to 'e. Pano yan?

Babaeng sexy: Matagal bang ayusin yon? Naghihintay kasi yung mama ko. Sige na, tulungan mo naman ako. Gagawin ko kahit ano, makausap lang ang mama ko.

Pilo: Talaga? Kahit ano?

Babaeng sexy: Oo.

Pilo: Sige. Halika, punta tayo sa may kwarto sa likod.

Naglakad papunta sa kwarto ang dalawa. Naunang maglakad si Pilo kaya nasa harap sya ng babae. Hindi kita ng dalaga ang malaswang ngiti ni pilo. Pag dating sa kwarto, pinaupo muna ni pilo ang dalaga. Nakangiti parin ang binata habang pinagmamasdan ang magandang muka nung babae. Binuksan ni Pilo ang pantalon nya, at nilabas ang kanyang sandata.

Pilo: Lumuhod ka.

Agad namang sumunod ang babae.

Pilo: Sabi mo gagawin mo kahit ano para makausap ang mama mo diba? Sige, simulan mo na.

Dahan-dahan nilapit ng dalaga ang mga labi nya sa sandata ni Pilo...

Babaeng sexy: Hello... Hello mama? Oo si Pearl 'to. Eto ok naman. Tumakas ako sa ospital, ayaw kasi nilang maniwala na hindi ako baliw. Hahahahaha! Kamusta naman dyan sa moon?

Pilo: Put*ng ina naman... Ah miss, bilisan mo makipag-usap long distance yan 'e. Booyset!

Porque Contigo

"Tulala lang sa aking kwarto

At nagmumuni-muni

Ang tanong sa aking sarili

Saan ako nagkamali

Bakit sayo pa nagkagusto"

Take note. The lyrics above has nothing to do with love. I'm not entitled to talk about it this time. The truth is, I've got nothing to tell - my eyes hurt while my brain cells are totally consumed with my previous thinking.

As a matter of fact, I suppose to write an opinion article for our weekly paper but then again, I wasn't able to do so because I'm tired of errors. I lost my appetite for writing this week because of errors. Maybe because I wasn't able to examine the errors and I blame myself for that.

Let's talk about the song.

Aint this song very nice to hear? I thought this was Spanish. I was convinced that this was a Spanish song because it sounded so Spanish two weeks ago when my colleagues kept of playing this song here in the office. (Okay, I've said enough of Spanish.)But later on, as the song went on, after the chorus has ended, it was Chabacano after all.

Okay, I miss you so badly while I'm making this entry. 

600 Days is Too Long

Almost 600 days ago, I wrote my first editorial pertaining to the most spine-tingling event to ever tint the pages of the Philippine History. For the second time around, I am writing again to remind everyone on how lousy the justice is here in the Philippines.

Once in a while, the nation was shook by the bestial killings of 57 civilians; that include 37 journalists and 20 political supporters of the former Maguindanao gubernatorial bet, now governor, Esmael “Toto” Mangudadatu. The victims were slaughtered at the grassy hill of Barangay Salman in nearby Ampatuan town of Maguindanao on November 23, 2009.

As of press time, the names of the suspects are as clear as the spread-through blood that splattered in the grassy graves of the innocent civilians. The evidence is already at hand with the Philippine National Police (PNP) authorities and the country lively awaits the final verdict of the two killing spree masterminds Andal Ampatuan Jr. and Andal Ampatuan Sr.

 Unfortunately, justice is too slow for not serving it yet. Six hundred days have passed but still the perpetrators are still enjoying the possibility that they might be freed, and even had the face to plea for innocence. Six hundred days is too short for people who have normal lives, but for those people who have lost their loved ones, 600 days is too long for justice to take place.

Earlier this month, former Philippine President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo showed sympathy and support to the Ampatuan clan, saying that she will back them up during the judicial proceedings in the Supreme Court of the Philippines. That is why. The Arroyo administration had been backing them right from the start. Arroyo assured a year ago that justice would be given right away after the investigation. But the truth is, Arroyo could hardly put an iron hand to the Ampatuans because she owed them big time in winning the 2007 presidential election. Everything she said are nothing but lies.

 There is something wrong with the country’s political body and that is what keeps justice go slow. Suspected government officials have close ties to justice officers, so as to the military and police forces and that is the reason why crimes such as corruption, extra-judicial killings, and plunder, though already have obvious suspects and strong evidences filed in, are hardly given the equal punishment to these charges of felony.

Maguindanao Massacre is not the only proof of how terrible the justice we have here in our country is; and apparently not the first one of not having a fair and fast trial even if there are already clear evidences. There was the NBN-ZTE scandal, fertilizer scam, P438 billion foreign debt of National Power Corporation, P9.2 billion Centennial Expo scandal, P6.6 billion National Lotto scandal, P3.2 billion DILG scandal, P278 million PCA scandal, and so on and so forth.

How long should we wait for justice to come? Five years? Twenty years? A century? I would not be surprised if that’s the outcome of these trials because Philippine justice is incapable of sending nail-crooked politicians and prominent government officers to jail.

Perhaps, we, Filipinos, should start judging and questioning our authorities or else, these acts of felony will get worse. Questioning is necessary. It is a tool to stop mankind from their wicked act and future evil plans. Everyone has the right to ask because if we won't, who would? Waiting for the Supreme Court to come up with a final verdict for these cases is useless because justice here in our country is lousy.

Fever makes a letter

 

Three days ago, I had a really bad fever. Bad because I hate being sick. It gives me the impression that I'm weak.  That time, I wondered why I got sick when in fact I have a strong immune system (Aww?). It was hard to believe. But I realized one thing, it reminded me, on the midnight of June 22, the night that I got sick, that I've already lived a year with no girlfriend.

I had no idea about it, actually. Such a thing as being single never crossed my mind 'till that time. I smiled to what I've learned. I lived a year without being too dependent to anyone. No real friends. No girlfriend. Just me.Let's stop the drama.

To my future girlfriend, whoever you are, I am writing this one for you.

I may not be able to know you for now, though there's a big possibility that we already know each other. I want you to know that I waited too long. I didn't go for the rush. I didn't settle for anything that is temporary because I know that when you and I meet, there is magic.

I don't know where you are. Perhaps, we shared dinner already or I've bumped you on my way downtown or maybe you've seen me looking at you stealthily and I didn't realize you already noticed me. Funny it is that two different people are bound to meet each other at the right time, at the right place.

Please don't ever think twice. When you feel that you and I have this unique interconnection, and share the same thoughts, it means you and I are for each other. That is rare. People search for a lifetime finding something like that.

You and I don't need to talk. In times that you're still comfortable sitting beside me without us talking, it means we're perfect for each other.

You see, I don't know how to play guitar. I don't know how to sing either. But I'll try to write your name in my heart. It'll forever be there.

It may happen that ours won't last that long, but that does not mean we are not destined for each other. We are destined to meet and to fall in love. It's between the two of us if what we 'll going to make out of it, whether you want to stay or not.

Where are you? I'm waiting.

A Casaroro Weekend

Since yesterday weekend was kinda boring, me and my friend, (She's my YAYA actually) decided to go to Casaroro Falls. Well, it's our first time in Casaroro and I don't need to really elaborate or describe what what we saw there because I'll be writing an article about nature on Monday for our weekly paper.

Just look at the pictures below. P.S. I don't have pictures here yet because she did not upload mine in FB.  That's good because I don't like showing my face here in blogger or in Facebook.

You might see an endangered ferocious creature in some of the pictures. Beware!

The Endangered Specie. This is what I'm talking about.

The Fallin Tree?

The Flower

Flower and Water

The Horizon

The Water and Ferns

Water na naman. Puro nalang tubig

The Falls and the Ferocious Creature

Water and Stones. Puro may water ang pics kasi nasa Falls nga kami.

The Narcissistic Endangered Specie. (Hindi masyadong mahilig magpa-picture)

335 steps

Here's the steps

The Hanging Bridge with the Endangered One.

Deprivation of Freedom

Saying that I am no longer allowed to write anything here in blogger because I am creating chaos in this  bureau is simply the lamest statement I've heard for years.

What were they thinking?

They are depriving an artist to paint nude portraits. They are depriving an athlete to go beyond his limits.

They are depriving a journalist to write against the administration. They are practicing Martial Law in the era of great freedom.

If that's the case, should we not call ourselves Journalists anymore because we are not practicing the freedom of expression.

I am not posting names here, nor specific offices, and kill them out of shame. I am practicing the ethics of a blogger. And if they don't know that, then don't ever deprive me of writing what I want.

This is my blog, and I am not making issues nor conflagration to anybody.

As long as I'm not mentioning names, I'm playing safe.

Bursting the bubble of anyone of you is not my plan nor part of my business. But if I am able to do that, that only means I'm an effective writer. When you are hit without me mentioning names, there's something wrong with you. Your guilt tells you to change for the better, to stop acting bullshit and to think in accordance to fairness and equality.

Blogging is not the right medium in stepping the rights and credibility of someone's life, I know that, but that does not mean I can't write and criticize someone who, in my own common understanding, can become a goody good subject for criticism because they are no longer acting as to what normal people should do.

Judgement is necessary. It is a tool to stop mankind from their wicked act and future evil plans. Everyone has the right to judge. Because if you won't, who would? Waiting for the supreme court for the final verdict to come is useless because justice here in our country is lousy. We need to judge people to stop them from growing more wicked.

Ask a lawyer first if I am subjected for a libel case before depriving me of my very own medium of expression.

Porno Marathon -->

I had an encounter with my new board mates last night and because all of them were males, our talks led to girls to sex to porn stars and the last? porn videos. And later on, I taught them my perceptions about the subject. I am hopeful that they will take it as a good advice.

Though I need to admit that I don't have those kinds of videos and I don't like to watch porn/nude movies (weee? di nga) I decided to continue droppin by their little talks because I also found it interesting. (Who wouldn't?)

From them I've heard the name Maria Ozawa, Maricar Reyes, Katrina Halili, and other porn stars whom I rarely hear now, and all I did was to listen with their talking. I could not imagine that as young as they were they already knew so much about these things. And I said to myself "I'm not like this when I was their age."

Then, I asked them to send me a nude video thru Bluetooth, perhaps just a sample of what they have because I don't have plans of keeping any. To my surprise, one of them has 85 nude  videos in his phone memory, and I said "Shit!"

Since I am the oldest of them five, I told them that in college, when they will have girlfriends, they will want to have sex. That's for sure. It is good, who would'nt want to have sex with your girlfriend?, I told them.

But once you get what you want, once the pleasure of the flesh has been sufficed, the relationship will likely lose its direction of growing to a much deeper sense of friendship, a deeper interconnection between you two.

I told them to love their girlfriends and respect them as well. I know what I'm saying, and I am saying this because I've been there.

Women are definitely the weakness of men. And they are the species that we want to taste but will never get enough with. But I told them, "What if your girlfriend is really beautiful, and then the urge is there. You need to control it. Can you imagine how wonderful it is to walk beside the most beautiful woman in your eyes, hold her hand, kiss her, without going beyond the limit of intimacy? think about it. It's really great that way. Romantic yet sensitive; sweet yet not too intimate."

Perhaps I've learn a lot from my previous relationships. And poop! why's it that I'm still single? :P

The Entries that turned Yucky!

One late afternoon, I mean now of the a while ago (makes sense?), I  was reading updated blog entries of my co-bloggers here in blogger and in WP when suddenly a friend of mine... wait, I guess I miss some parts about the proper story... Let me think...  REWIND

Here we go, I just finished eating my lunch a while ago, (I don't think I can call that lunch because all I had was fork, not pork) and my friend Lycel called my name. She wanted me to see something on the computer interface, yes the monitor of course.

Little of the knowing she was reading some of my previous, old and rotten, blog entries here in blogger. To be specific, she was reading my entries during the time I still had my former illegal wife.

And I smiled at first, but later on, as she kept on reading some lines, I realized that she was teasing me because of the corny lines I wrote in those posts. And I just said "eewwwwww", and I wanted to tell them that I don't like the entries anymore, (Yes, them because another friend of mine came in and read the entries. There were two of them already and all I did was to smile), 

But the truth is that, I feel disgust and  'ewwneness' about the things I wrote.

Those entries are just so 'hopeless romantic' and it does not fit me anymore. :P

The writer is the artist himself

Schools days are here again, and just the thought of it makes my stomach hurt. Obviously, it did because just a while ago I had LPM (Low Poopoo Movement) and I need to ask one my staffers to guard the Comfort Room's door because it is not working and I was afraid that someone might get in and see my Poo Poo going out.

The bad thing about school days is that, WORK IS ON. And I need to double time my working, that includes studying and editing/writing articles for the weekly paper. Studying? Yeah, right. Aside from having dates with Angle Locsin, Marian Rivera, and Tomb Raider's Lara Craft? I need to study a bit to pass my subjects. JUST TO PASS MY SUBJECTS because I have no plans of wearing latin honors medals voodoo bling blings in my neck during graduation.

Again, I am writing/editing for a weekly student publication, that's one of the three weekly student publication here in the Philippines (Philippine Collegian of the University of the Philippines, The Weekly Sillimanian of Silliman University, and The NORSUnian of the Negros Oriental State University. Wooohh!!! We Rock! and we also have a magazine, a literary folio, and an art folio, what else?)  

And just like what a friend of mine, who is working as an editor at Thomson Reuters, wrote in one of his blog entries: "The good thing about being and editor is that you get to have the chance of discovering new talents."

And I am hoping, that sooner or later, perhaps within the next few months, I will be able to discover new talents. I am very much excited to meet new staffers who will become good features writers.

Why I am saying this? prominent writers always say that good writers are features writers. All journalists can write News article but not features. Writing this one requires a wide range of vocabulary, creative imagination, and style.

Moreover, features writer are more likely to become good creative writers.

Features Writers/Creative Writers are ARTIST in the making.

The writer is the artist himself.

Kuto sa Lupa, at Exposure

Dahil wala akong gustong sabihin at dahil di ngayon gumagana ng tama ang utak ko ay asahan niyong wala kayong mababasang tama sa isusulat ko dito sa entry nato.

Na.enrol na ako. Sa wakas! Ilang araw din akong naka-upo at natutulog dito sa opisina habang hinihintay na yung mga papeles ko mismo ang maglakad patungong registrar para asikasuhin ang mga sarili nila. Pero malabo atang mangyari yun.

Napagtanto kung dapat na akong kumilos. Sayang naman ang paghihirap ng Nanay kung di ako mag-enrol. Malaking bagay para sakin ang enrollment, maliban nalang sa pagpasok sa klase.

Maliban sa enrollment ay aasahan ko na ako ay magiging pulgas sa mga taong di ako gusto. Magiging salot ako hanggang sila na mismo ang tumigil sa kaiisip sa akin. Magiging maanghang na sili ako sa mga singit nila.

May mga taong sadyang insecure. At ang tawag sa kanila ay mga BAKLA. Yung tipong gumagamit ng GLUTATHIONE para lang pumuti ang balat (HOPELESS). Yung tipong gagawin ang lahat para lang magmukhang korean (KAWAWA). Yung tipong tinatawag ang sarili nila na writer pero hindi naman marunong magsulat o mag-edit (Nakakahiya).

At ito pa, yung umaastang may gustong babae pero ang totoo ay lalaki naman talaga ang trip. Ano ba, ba't ang daming ganito sa mundo? buti nalang di ko kailangang bumili ng mga ka-cheapang MADE IN CHINA na mga damit para magmukhang katawa-tawang pulubi.

Pero natutuwa ako sa mga taong hunghang na katulad nila.

Pag may galit sakin. Nakakatuwa. Ang sarap ng feeling na alam mong may galit sayo kahit wala ka pang ginagawa. Ibig sabihin artistahin ka talaga. :P Kailangan ko na ata ng exposure oh.

Ang Diva ng Robinson

(She thought I was taking a picture of her, when after all it was a video.)

Ending the summer vacation with a karaoke session at World of Fun.

Bored again for the nth time around, me and my ugly friend, who can be seen in the video above this entry, went  anywhere just to make this recently concluded summer worthwhile.

My reason of posting this video is not because her video is worth posting here (HAHA), I'm just so tired right now that I can hardly type something here on the keyboard. I feel so "I don't know". Aside from the fact that I'm not yet enrolled, I just feel so bad that I want to eat anything, ANYTHING that is edible.

She, I think, is also edible because her arms are fleshy, so as her cheeks. Every time I look at her cheeks, I can sense Pork Chop, Hotdog Bun, or just simply burger patty.

Ang Taong Shit!

Paano ba  sapakin ang isang taong walang ginawa kundi gawing miserable ang buhay ng kapwa nya tao?

Sa totoo, di ginawa ng taong to na miserable ang buhay ko. Dahil yun ang palagi kong ginagawa sa buhay niya. Pero pagnaaamoy ko siya sa paligid, ang baho! Pag nakikita ko pagmumukha niya, ang laswa!

Gusto kong bitayin ang leeg niya sa simbahan.

Pisikan ng holy water ang kanyang pagmumukha.

Imudmud sa dumi ng kalabaw ang kanyang mukha.

Sapakin at bugbugin, balian ng buto ang kanyang katawan.

Gusto kong itapon siya sa dagat at kainin ng mga pating.

Gusto kong sunugin siya gamit ang Casino Rubbing alcohol.

Gusto kong lunurin siya sa Jonhson's baby powder at nang di na makahinga.

Gusto kong kulayan ng artwork pagmumukha niya para naman magmukhang ABSTRACT.

Gusto kong pakainin siya ng isang sakong sili.

Gusto kong ilagay siya sa sako at itapon sa CITY GARBAGE TRUCK.

Ang dami daming bagay na akong naiisip kung ano ang mabisang paraan ng kanyang pagkawala dito sa mundo at masunog siya sa impyerno. At minsan ay naisip ko rin na ako nalang sana ang Game Master ng The Saw at siya nalang ang paglalaruan ko. Ganung ganun din ang gusto kong hitsura ng kanyang pagkawala. 

RH Bill dito, RH Bill doon

May tanong lang ako. Alam ba ng mga paring katoliko kung paano gamitin ang condom? Hindi kasi nila alam kung gaano kahirap magpakain ng pamilya dahil wala sila nun. Hindi nila alam kung gaano naghihirap ang bansa natin dahil sa populasyon dahil naka-upo lang sila sa gintong silya at nagpapalaki ng tiyan. Hindi nila ramdam ang hirap dahil kinakain nila ang mga abuloy ng sambayanang Filipino.


RH Bill dito. RH Bill doon. Sa totoo lang eh wala naman talaga akong pakialam sa RH bill noong una. Pero ng makita ko ito sa dyaryo, sa telebisyon, ng marinig ko to sa mga radyo, ng nabasa ko to sa mga blogs ng mga kapwa ko manunulat eh medyo naalarma ako.


Naalarma ako sa kadahilanang ganyan pala kababaw ang mga Filipino at kailangan pa nilang pagdebatihan ng ilang libong taon ang tungkol sa isang gumang hugis hotdog na tinatawag nilang condom at iba pang contraceptives.


Masama bang gumamit ng condom?


Oo nga. Masama ba talagang gumamit ng condom? Ang sagot ng mga pari dyan ay "Oo". Dahil sabi sa Biblia na "Go to the world and Multiply." Pero sa akin lang, di sinulat sa biblia na "Fill in the whole world and use up its resources."


Bakit? pag humingi ba ako ng juice sa baso ko eh pupunuin mo yun hanggang bumaha ang hapagkainan nang dahil sa katangahan mo?


Pag sinabi ko bang "Pahingi ng kanin", eh pupunuin mo plato ko hanggang bumuo ng bundok na gawa sa kanin? Alam mo naman pala na hindi eating machine ang tao eh bakit mo pinuno plato ko?


Nang sinulat ang Biblia. Alam ng mga propeta na may parte sa utak ng tao na tinatawag nating common sense. Alam nila na kayang pangatawanan ng tao ang kanilang sarili at alam nila na alam natin kung ano ang tama at mali. Ang masasabi ko lang sa mga pari, kung di niyo pa alam gumamit ng condom, subukan niyo. Gumawa kayo ng bata kung gusto niyo ng malaman niyo kung gaano kahirap buhayin ang isang pamilya.

What's a good article?

I've been thinking much about how to write a good blog article these days. The main reason is that, I want to drive traffic in my blog site, in this way I can gain some friends who are Filipino bloggers.


(According to Google Statistics, I'm having an average of 160 page views a day/ 6,000 page views a month. That's good, actually, but still, I want to drive some more traffic.)


I want to know some more bloggers out there who have the same style as mine. A few months ago, I used to post entries here that are humorous and are written in Tagalog. In some instances, I received messages in Facebook and to my email, commending my posts.


However, later this month I have decided to no longer post, or at least not to always write, Tagalog blog entries because it'll compromise the project that I am working on. It's a secret.


So, here I am, blogging using English again. Actually, one of the reasons before I shifted to Tagalog from English is that I write for a weekly pub and that means I always write and edit English related write-ups.


The thing is, I can hardly see Filipino bloggers who usually update their blogs, and interact with others. So I think I really need to surf the internet some more and check out some blogs and leave comments and messages in their chatbox or comment box.

Disappointed...

I suppose to post an entry here about my teacher who gave me chocolates this morning because I was on time in his class (I was not late in class anymore). I suppose to write about him being the kindest teacher I ever had.

That he is a foreigner and it's kinda mind-boggling, if not unexpected, that a teacher who doesn't have the same color as my skin is kinder than the rest of my teachers combined together here in school.

And that, when he dismisses the class, he always wants us to smile and say goodbye to him. It's like we're still kindergarten students having class in a college class room.

So much I want to say more about my class this summer, I can't. Every time I think about my INC. That INC. My face seems to lose its cuteness.

Anyways, I'm still very optimistic that I'll get enrolled soon after my class ends.

But I just want to say "Rest in Peace Sojor."

That's for making my enrollment miserable this year. Why did you impose that policy so early this semester without prior notice to the public? Why do we need your signature to get enrolled when in fact it's just an INC.

INC. Incomplete. It means that I was not able to comply all my requirements to my teacher, thus, she gave me an INC. But that does not mean I failed. I just need to comply with my unattended duties in this subject that I took last semester.

Please. I need that scholarship. I don't want to disappoint my mom.

I just write. That's it.

I have to admit that I have become so obsess with creative writing this month. I've been reading short stories, excerpts of novels, and techniques on proper short story writing. It's because I want to teach and share my knowledge to my writers.

I'll share how I started.

I've read my first novel a year and half ago. It was Sidney Sheldon's Morning, Noon, and Night. Though I was never really an avid reader, and never even had a chance to read any books in literature since first grade, I found Sheldon's book very nice to read so until then I continued reading other books from the same author.

A year ago, I met the Master of Romance Nicholas Sparks. I always hear about Sparks and have read excerpts of his novels but only at that moment of time I became so amazed by his works. I already read his new novel Safe Haven.

I smirked and was awed with Dan Brown's works. Fell in love with Daniel Steel.

I learned how to write short stories three months ago, and my improvement is tremendous.

I wrote stories with simple plots. That's the beginning. But I always make sure that they are well-detailed and must pass the qualities of a real 'short story'

I'm not bragging or anything. It's just that I didn't expect that I could really write.

I'll post here excerpts of the three stories I wrote. (These will get published very soon.)

The Math Tutor (16-page)

"I always find the darkness of the night creepy. If it weren’t for the stars, it would be once again a sad night. I stood silently on the porch looking at the distant sparkling heavenly wonders. There’s just a few of them out there. I can count them if I want to. The night, despite finding it creepy, felt wonderful. This afternoon was wonderful, too. I walked home and the heaven which was painted pallid orange couldn’t be more perfect.

This night, just like the past few nights, I wondered once more if there is life out there, somewhere. I prayed there is because it would also open the possibility that there is a second life. I know it’s absurd to hope or wish and my realistic self is telling me that what I’m hoping and wishing for is but a fantasy, a delusion of a man who will be forever miserable.

Stolen (7-page)

"The heat of the sun outside was excruciating and painful to the eye. I just came from the hospital to visit my sick mother and arriving at my company building had shielded me from the torturous rays of the afternoon sun. The shade was a welcome relief.

My mother had been admitted to the hospital for over a year now. What started to be a simple consultation resulted to a news that none of us in the family was ready for. As the diagnosis came, I kept my fingers crossed that it couldn’t be what we feared it to be. But crossing one’s finger didn’t do any good. At the end of that day, my family and I were in denial. Mother had breast cancer and would therefore needed the constant attention of doctors.

Thus, began our suffering – emotionally and financially.

The building I was in, was a small one. Outside, there was a small company logo and on top of it was the paper’s name – The Negros Reporter. Publishing companies didn’t had to be grand but our newspaper was a no-nonsense publication. The publication’s reputation was banking on the series of exposes made regarding government scandals which included corruption and political killings. Since we specialized, in government scandals, we had been the first to break the news about the crimes committed by the governor, tax evasions by prominent and well-known business men etc. We brought the news as it happens.

Anak ng Teteng (7-page)

“Do you have any questions? None. Then get a piece a paper for a quiz.”

Pansit! Nasiyahan ako sa aking narinig. Pipityogin lang ‘to. Muntik ng umabot sa passing score ang nakuha ko noong isang taon kaya ngayon ay sigurado na akong mapapasa ko ito. Gagalingan ko ng maigi para makakuha ako ng Flat One sa subject na ‘to.

“One seat apart!”

Parang ngipin lang ng kaklase naming bungi. Ito na ang pinakahihintay kong sandali. Sinimulan na ng titser na magsulat ng problems sa pisara. Hingang malalim. Matapos siyang magsulat ay unti-unti kong napagtanto na may malaki akong problema’ng hinaharap.

Di ko alam ang mga sagot sa tanong. Anak ng teteng! Ano bang nangyayari? Bakit ba ganito…bakit ba ganito kahirap ang mga tanong?

“Kailangan mo na naman bang mangopya?” tanong ng alter ego ko. “Sa isang daang exam mo sa kolehiyo, ilan ba dun yung hindi ka nangopya?” May tama rin ang alter ego ko. “Waley choice.”

Sir, Di ko na po mahal GF ko

Tanong: Sir, ano po ang gagawin ko. Di ko na po mahal ang girlfriend ko pero alam kong mahal pa po niya ako. Na-gu-guilty na po kasi ako eh.

(Ito ang text na natanggap ko nung isang araw. At dahil mahal ko ang mga kababayan kong mga Pinoy eh, pagbibigyan ko at sasagutin ang lahat ng mga katanungan niyo.)

Sagot: Pre, walang hiya ka. Ba't mo naman linigawan yung babae kung di ka pala sigurado sa nararamdaman mo noong nagliligawan pa kayong dalawa.

Ang alam ko kasi, base sa kaya kong ibigay na pagmamahal, di yun mangyayari kung focus ka lang sa nobya mo. Siguro may kinakarengkeng kang iba noh? lang ya ka!

Ang masasabi ko lang eh mas mura ang tanduay kaysa drugs kaya naman kung papipiliin mo ako sa dalawa eh mas gusto ko yung isda na pinirito. Di masama kung mawala ang pagmamahal mo sa nobya mo. Ang masama ay kung ini-ignore mo siya dahil di mo na siya gusto. Mas masakit kung may liniligawan ka ng iba.

Mahirap humanap ng babaeng mamahalin ka. Sa panahon ngayon na kung saan ang lahat ng bilihin ay nagmamahal na, di muna ma-a-afford ang mga prosti sa kanto. Mag-isip isip kang mabuti kung ano ang gagawin mo sa nobya mo.

Minsan, di ka dapat bumitaw sa pangako mo sa isang tao. Tulad lang yan pag nagdudumi ka sa banyo, dapat huwag mong bitawan kundi sasakit tiyan mo. Kuha mo pre?