What I Feel

Wish I tell you what I feel But I fear it’s not meant telling I fear for the right words to choose Nor the ears that would listen I lone for my emotion to act The sincerest, but I prefer not to Not this time, nor tomorrow, I could never tell The right time as I always say, But the clock continuous ticking Tick tock, I hope for...

Parang di Pinas (A roadtrip to La Union)

I am not writing to boast that “Proud to be Pinoy!” moment, a cliche that's becoming annoying to me.  For me that’s too jologs.  It’s for the desperate ones who doesn’t have the means to travel outside the country. Parang ako. Lols. I...

Papa Francisco Wave! And Your Unwavering Faith

 “I feel good. I feel nice. I’ve never been satisfied. I’m alive! Sing!”, that’s the exact word I heard from a friend as I asked how he feel when he seen the Pope. It was his 3rd surreal encounter as he said.  Me as a non believer of Catholicism couldn't imagine myself having that same reaction seeing the Pope as for me he is just...