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Yesterday afternoon, as I stride my way back to work from 30 minutes lunch-break. I stayed for about 5 minutes in the parking area to catch some breath of unsullied bill of air. When I looked up the sky, came into view a blue with blemishing clouds, some omen is about to happen.

Though the parking lot serves as smoking area as well, I don’t smoke myself. I don’t do devil’s vice, because I am properly advised by my own therapeutic consciousness. With that, I couldn’t blame any tobacco ...

With annual “balling time of year” forthcoming the next few days, I delegate to waste no time doing stuffs adverse to my skinny-built body. It has been my only… only gizmo. I don’t want it brittle and unready. Compulsorily, I have to make myself stiff, stable and sturdy physically.

Now I have less than a week to keep myself fit and muscle-toned, do some fitness plan and jog thrice a week. I can’t get enough. For banging bodies in mid-air could be hazardous circus act; with no foul-call ...

By no means in my childhood life would I imagine visiting a mystery-filled place. I hate to feel fear neither to endure a high-rate of fare for the travel. But believe me that I did, and that’s almost six years ago and it went in my mind still undead. Into a place of peculiar impression and wild-weird destination, please don’t guess, Siquijor.

During nine-day visit, we’ve attended fiesta activities from three different barrios for three sunny days. About five kilometers apart for ...

That was year 1999 when I met this very modest man, Rodel Mayol. Also known as “Batang Mandaue” for his prolific boxing talent as an amateur pugilist during college years at Southwestern University. We used to share some laughters during vacant time, carved up cheese breads (chip-in chip-in style) at Julies Bakeshop along Aznar road, played basketball at Sitio Tangkongan Gym (skipping some Accounting classes) and teased a campus Librarian with the company of Elmer the guitar aficionado, Romeo the ...

Life is not a free ride to enjoy every dashing breeze of existence. Right or wrong, either could bring consequence. We must pay sometimes, by all stinging sticks available. An unpleasant doing will bring you to it without the benefit of considered necessary warnings. And that’s the time when we whine, for we feel to deserve uncalled carrots, peeled and bite-ready—now you’re a rabbit.

This isn’t the distinctive carrot is to reward, stick is to punishment.

Family first, ...

From a postponed game against Sweepers at Sacred Heart to practice games at Camp Lapu-Lapu (Lahug) to Ayala with Rickz to Country Mall-meet up with Poloy to Wireless Mandaue to SM. I never anticipated falling my Sunday into a contest of screwing.

Sunday screwing.

I’ve accompanied Poloy, my friend, at Cebu Trade Hall-SM for a peep on CebuCon 2009 (Cebu Construction Show) where there are scores of participants. Structural, manufacturing and industrial items were put on ...

The rushing blood of me
Traverses through my veins
It gives life on me
Provides verve to stride through pain
I walk with ambition
But with less inspiration
What’s the cure for this?
For this disease of loneliness
Been there, been here
But nobody seems to care
For all the mourning
I see no sunrise every morning
You have me frozen
And I don’t know how to begin again
For this path of life I take
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