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I was woken up by a text message saying that Sec. Robredo's body was already found after two days of waiting for news. I didn't know what struck me that moment that I almost immediately got out of my slumber and I momentarily sat on the edge of my bed. It was a rare thing for me to get out of bed before 10 am but that text message really pulled a string. I read the text message again, I don't know what, maybe I was hoping that it was just another false text just like the news of the fishermen saving Sec. Robredo but turned out to be the his aide. I guess I didn't want it to be true. I don't know what I was looking for or what I was doing but I found myself desperate for an access for any forms of media so that can verify if indeed the news was true. I asked my dorm mate about it and she confirmed it to me, saying that it was already a trending topic on the social media Twitter. I took part in praying for Sec. Robredo's safety the moment I  heard about the p...

As promised, I’m doing my review on EL James Fifty Shades Trilogy. First up, I want to say that I only read this book because I was so curious as to why people are raving about it that even my friend told me about it. So off I go to discovering what this book had to offer and viola I was left surprised when I found out that it’s not just a single book but a trilogy. I will say that this series is one of those that I wouldn’t recommend to close-minded people mainly because of its mature and sensitive content (all of the three books) but I’ll do recommend this to those who are willing to actually be appreciative enough to understand that these books also have something to offer. I say this because at the first chapters of the first book I was already hesitant to continue given THE overly mature content of it (I even thought I was reading porn for Obama’s sake!) geez. At first I was a skeptic but as I tried harder to go on with this book, I found it rather enlightening in some ways mor...

The constant downpour of the rain inspired me to do something to help me sleep. I was enthused to write a poem/narrative and I never knew that it would turn out like this but anyhow, I still like what I've come up to. Hope you like it too.:) Bars & Lights Ushered in the dark lit pathway, it felt like time stopped  The heavy rain is drowning every ounce of my energy  Looking out at the water-smeared window, I heave a sigh of regret  Regret for the times that should’ve been, moments of could’ve been  The stark coldness of the iron bars leaches on my frail hands  As if giving me a taste of what’s really behind  He should’ve been warm in my embrace  But too late because I chose to stay away  I chose the life that he so utterly despised  The ordinary and meager life he so longed to erase in his mind  I saw the resilient defiance in his eyes  He looked wary and muted for every word that I whispered in...

I'm writing this now since there is/there will be in a short moment i think, a rally against this bill on the famous EDSA. Not until recently I didn't concern myself (I didn't even have a full knowledge about it, just tidbits from the newspapers that I've read) so much about the RH Bill thinking that I don't have anything to do with it but a wake up call has been made. Just a while ago, Tita Jovie asked me if I would like to come with and join her as she was about to go and participate in the rally against the RH Bill and I didn't think twice saying that I can't but I didn't expect her to ask me as to why I won't come. She asked me "Why? Are you pro-RH?" and I was left stunned and my brain desperately searched for an answer and I could only come up with a small "I'm not pro but also I'm not against it" and I thought the topic was already dropped. Suddenly she told me this "The answer should just be a YES or a NO...

Yet and again... Let me start by introducing myself to you. I am a frustrated writer (at least as of the moment) ever since, from the moment when. I've written (yep, I write actually) for my school papers and for some competitions way back on my younger days but I was never really proud of what I write mainly because I've never heard anyone praise it or something (my ego working here). And so, there goes my "frustrated writer" thing.  Pen meets Paper  I wanted to make something out of the things that I write, you know, change the world, make it a better place and all that crap but it never happened, I guess it never will so I started blogging. Frankly, this isn't my first ever blog either because I've opened multitudes of them but it stays stagnant, never moving, never improving just like me. See, I told you I'm a frustrated writer! So now, I'm committing myself to this blog (hopefully, my long-lived one).  Actually, I've decided to crea...