I hope to get sick on Sunday September 26, 2026

 I hope to get sick on Sunday.

I hope it rains on Sunday.

Because it's my birthday on Sunday.

And I have no money to buy my friends

coffee

Or even a single stick of cigarette

for myself.

Happy birthday to me.

How to be a poet August 07, 2026

You don't need a degree or a license to be a poet. If you're a beginner, you don't need to write poems with deep words and confusing metaphors. When in doubt, remember that every great poet has written terrible poems. The difference is that they kept writing.

You become a poet by writing poems, reading poems, and paying close attention to the world.

I'm going to school again July 09, 2026

I'm going to school again. Not as a student, not as a teacher, but as a guardian to two naughty twin kindergarten boys.

Every day, I take them to school. After dropping them off, I wait outside their classroom and join the other parents and guardians for the daily gossip. We stay there in case the teacher calls us.

It's funny that I'm going to the same school I attended during my daycare and kindergarten years. What's even funnier is that I'm seeing familiar faces again. They're my childhood friends and classmates who, like me, wait for their own children until class ends.

Back to the old house June 01, 2026

Uling, my dog, died in 2005. I was heartbroken and needed an outlet, so I started writing on my first platform, Blogger. I played around with other sites but always came back to this ancient but reliable platform. It's simple and clean, just what I needed as someone who only wanted a place to type my feelings away.

I don't own a computer back then. Before I go to bed, I would write my thoughts on a notebook and visit a computer shop the next day to post it on my blog. Eventually I familiarized myself with blogging and different niches, and from 2006 to 2009, I was at my peak blogger era. I learned how to get paid by writing reviews of everything- from cheap headphones to local landscaping company. I would grin at my parents who insisted I needed a “real job”. I would cash my checks and blow it all on silly things like action figures and stationeries. I managed to save away a little, which to my twenty-something self meant that I was the definition of an adult. Yes, it was fun. But despite getting monetized, I somehow forgot why I started blogging in the first place.

Aircon May 17, 2026

 Sa tanghaling tirik ang araw ay galit,
Bintana’y bukas ngunit hangin ay wala,
Mapapamura ka na lang talaga,
Aircon na lamang yata ang aking pag-asa.

Pawis ko’y natulo na parang munting batis.

(Muni-muni sa loob ng banyo. Letse, ang init sa Pilipinas.)