Kuya Rey: A Storyteller’s Story

The Storytelling Project piqued my interest the first time I happened on it. I like stories. When I was young, Papa would tell us tales about farm, soldiers and God every night until sleep rolled over us. We also used to keep two drawers of children's books in the living room. Rapunzel, Rumpelstiltskin, and books... Continue Reading →

A Vehicle Crash to Remember

Warning: Long article ahead. I've told most parts of this 'accident story' countless times, but I desire to preserve the memory of the actual incident here, quite in detail, no matter how traumatic. Perhaps, I'm doing a desensitization, or I just don't want its lessons to disintegrate with time. Here it goes. I woke differently that... Continue Reading →

Why Scared Writers Should Write

Writers fill the earth. You can see them thronging on social media - a screenshot-worthy status, that perfect IG caption, a serial novel on FB Notes. Now here you are, an aspiring writer, thinking, My gosh, they are awesome. How can they express themselves that well? Also, what with those words you didn't know exist? Subjugate. (What... Continue Reading →

Do You Still Believe in What You Do?

Ever since I opened Scribblory (my writing business), I keep getting this nagging thought of you-don't-have-the-right-to-do-this or you-are-not-good-enough. You see, there is this glaring fact that I have no formal training in writing nor any huge accomplishment in the craft save, of course, my dear memoir, Finding You, which has not found a seat in the "Best-Selling Books"... Continue Reading →

I Have Nothing to Say

Blankness. These fingers freeze atop the letter keys. Man, I have nothing to say. Is that possible? What words can be found in silence, in emptiness, in void? But am I really silent? Am I empty? Is this heart void? Or it's just that... there are things I choose to leave unsaid excitement I want... Continue Reading →

God’s Peace in You

I've seen Baybay before the typhoon "Yolanda" marred its beauty. My parents had to work there, and they brought me with them. For weeks, we stayed in some sort of a village near the sea. We had a hostel to inhabit - the one that was walking distance from the shore. Every morning, I would... Continue Reading →

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