Marawi, Will Rise Again

The privilege of being able to sit tonight in front of my computer with the deafening silence to accompany me is gold.

Our house isn’t big but I’m still fortunate for having enough space to stretch my legs and arms. I might not have eaten the most exquisite dinner yet my stomach had no room for another bit of food.

At this hour of the night, 11:38 pm to be exact while another millennial (from Visayas or Luzon) scrolls up and down through his / her smartphone.  It’s the same hour where bullets glide into the air, exchanging gun fires from our military officers and a group of extremists called ISIS.

Once, the news about ISIS killings were just horror stories that you could read on social media. What I thought was a wishy washy issue now costs lives of civilians and more than 50 Filipino military officers and counting.

It’s sickening to hear statistics of fatalities on the radio every morning but like they always said, truth hurts, truth tastes bitter but you still have to eat it.

In the morning, you woke up with the sound of your alarm and get yourself dressed for school or for work. Easy.

For the evacuees in Marawi, seeing another sunrise is a blessing but being woken up by the sound of airstrikes is both a curse and a gift.

It gives them hope that one day, this war will finally be ceased. This will pound the enemies to death but sad to say, it is the same bombs that destroyed their homes, pharmacies and some other places that once erected in the land of Marawi. Airstrikes were crushing the buildings, schools and roads they built from ashes. Considering the length of time, roads and infrastructures are built in the Philippines. It will surely take time to mend and get things back to normal.

The fallen heroes and the ones who are still fighting until now, bargaining their normal life for the love of country. I could not send through my ‘thank you’ and so I wrote this blog post.

We were just lucky to have brave men to cover us from the bullets, some of them even made their bodies a human shield to protect civilians. There names and faces flashed on the screen once, yet their deeds and heroism will always be engraved in the lives of those whom they saved.

I know how the death of a loved one crushed the heart and I may not transcribe the pain I saw in the eyes of a tearful Military Officer as I stop scrolling down on my news feed. I can not write the words for it. But the pain wires through. It was infectious.

It crushed me, seeing these armies in a straight line, carrying human-sized boxes, a coffin of their own comrade. There’s nothing as painful as that. Made me question why good people die first?

To give chance for the bad people to change? To be a great example? Whatever that is, it will serve its purpose. It will inspire, it will touch lives. I hope.

I am just saddened by the apathy most of us are showing. Only a few shows interest in donating and helping our Maranaonan brothers and sisters.

I just hope many would care to the survivors in the evacuation area. Health problems were arising, infectious diseases have killed some of the evacuees. Children were getting thin. While we indulge our normal life, earning pesos or dollars a day, I wish we could share a little and send baskets of food, that will not only sustain the victims physically but will also restore their hopes.


But even how bad the war is, we could still hear stories about Muslims defending their Christian friends, despite the differences, the religious perspective was set aside. And for that moment, there were no Katoliko or Muslim.

There were only Filipinos.

If they were only no factions, no divisions, no walls.


Photo Credit: Abs Cbn



Good People

You see a glimpse of silver lining to every people you meet.

Not all of them will stay but each of them will certainly have a purpose.


They will find you with no might, no purpose, no hopes left and they leave you fixed, robust than the moment the day found you.



Random Thoughts – 040517

We live in irony where the blind could far better perceive hope and has infallible optimism than the ones who have vision yet can not see the beauty of life.

Ironic that the ones who couldn’t see the light have outweighed the others who have seen every inch of the world.

I guess it is the mind that is paralytic not the arms, nor the eyes that is impaired.


The one who couldn’t see the light is actually the source, the one who has the ability to glow and lit other’s life with inspiration.


Random Thoughts – 031717

The dreams you piled have crashed like falling legos
in the floor,they lay aspread.
If we were still kids,
we would happily put the legos back.
Build it again, make the foundation a little stronger,
and break them again.
Dang! If only we’re still kids.
No anxieties, stress and pressures going on in our head,
stuff we usually made on our own.
A manufactory of bad thoughts, bed monsters coming into life.

Even When..

At random days,
I would thought about you
and the way you looked at me.

Like you saw a thousand stars
in my eyes,
you can hardly looked away.

You kissed my forehead with
your gentlest lips,
Like the waves do
when they reach the shoreline.

I hope, it was never-ending

That even in the drought of sparks
and darkness of times,
I hope you never change.

Even when the ocean turns
into a vast land of decays
or the starless nights cry
of insipid rain.

Even when the stars you saw in my eyes,
lose its shine
and our body grows old and cold.

I hope it will still be the same.



Love In Most Unlikely Places

Love In Most Unlikely Places








I saw it in my mother’s eyes when she scolded me.

I saw it on the airport
As they kissed and bidded goodbye.

I saw it in the hallway,
while he watch her go away.

I saw it in grocery bags,
and never thought cash can
be turn into love.

I saw it how it was spoke in a mother’s lips,
As she animates his son’s funny tricks.

I saw it my Father’s silence
though I know, his heart was ripped.

I saw it when my sister cleans the dishes
Cause my brother is going home late.

To my best friend, I saw it in our coffee dates.
Endless conversation, all laughter, no fakes.

I saw it wiring over the air, linking him to her.
Like that great big sky they share and sleep under.

I saw it as the readers gasp in their horror books.

I saw it on the writer’s paper.

I saw it in every teacher’s hand

filled with chalk smudge.



I saw it in every place

But the World cared so less

these past few days.



The Slacker’s Way



Here I am full of vigor
Yet time passed in vain again.
Clock’s never tired of circling its arms
But the devil sings lullaby to my ears.

A chant that cajoles my feet
to the enthralling thoughts
of blankets and pillow.
Who am I to resist
when the bed talks to me
through its lines and comfortability.

Another day crush out
in the calendar.
Another slice of regret.
And then I remember a friend asked

“why do we adore wasting time for mediocrity?”

I just smiled and look at her regretfully.

Inspired by the Quote ‘Life sucks and Then it’s Great’

 Maybe life was all about striving and getting tired, a little bit of sprinkles of hope, motivation and wisdom and then faith. Maybe it was all about destroying one’s self and whoever survives — rebuilds to become better version of them.
Maybe life was all about making mistakes and doing it over and over again.. until the lessons were devoured by our minds.
Maybe life was all about being naked, stripping the last part of cloth, the last part of protection because only in nudity of the soul, you become yourself. Maybe that’s where you begin to know the real you.

Maybe life was all about filling one’s cup and then learning when to empty them.

 Maybe life shapes you through certain pressures, right molding, twisting, cuts and bruises, to strip off that last piece of cloth so you’ll be more comfortable, confident…

With your own skin and your own battle scars.

Maybe, sometimes you have to lose yourself once more, forget the old you, to become that person you want yourself to be.

Note to self:

Belated Happy 24th! You weren’t the scientist you dreamed of when you were just a fourth grader but you’re the writer of this blog. That’s whole a lot more cool because powerpuff girls were made by writers not by Professor X. 🙂

Be Awake


Our eyes is in waltz
When it’s bound to strike and ignite.
Was it just me, looking for signs
between those replicated sighs.
Is there any chance of crossing the lines
or am I the only one who thinks
that this is OUR time.

Halt the delusional myth
I created on my mind.
There were no cryptic things
it was just my imaginary universe
creating utopia — for you and I.

It seems safe to stay in this world.
But when reality slaps like ice splash in the face.

That’s when I know, it’s morning.

And I said ‘Hey self, be awake’.



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