I find myself in the dark staring at a corner where a shed of light seem to come through. I was never scared of the dark. I grew up understanding that everything isn’t supposed to be all pretty all the time. My solitude is mainly dark nights, alone with my thoughts either about the future – which I try so hard to figure out before it happens or the past – which I try so hard to replay and hope to change. I conclude these nights with a question – how did I ever get this dark? How did I ever become so entangled with things I can never control?

Ironically, no matter how tragic my thoughts appear, would anyone believe that I am not sad? I am merely walking down memory lane when I was with a friend and friends. The cherished memories of knowing that even in solitude I will never be alone. These memories are both happy and nostalgic. Maybe I have a twisted way of looking at things and a really crappy way of being moved by negativity but none of these matters. In the end, I find myself in the dark staring at a corner where a shed of light seem to come through.


In our efforts to keep our lives private, we tend to build a facade of the very person who we truly are not. It is interesting to note too that while we do this unfathomable gesture, we expect everyone to believe otherwise. It’s not just complex but odd.


People’s perception of us is mainly based on what we project and not the other way around. Thus, it is politically incorrect to rationalize our appalling manners to mean that we are only trying to embody what others are saying that we are.


I may seem to be going around in circles but the truth is I am being straightforward. Everything is not what it seems after all. If your life could be summed up as a number, what would it be? As for now, mine would be 80 not because I was given it. It is because I caused it to be it.


This guy I met along the way
When love was on the rock
I somehow knew the guy okay
But he’s as slow as a duck

Now the man I do love
The only one who captured my heart
Seemed to be the one who will have
To tear everything in me apart

Call me cruel or vain if you may
But I want them all just the same
You can tell me all you want to say
And I knew I would lose either way

The least on my list
Never forgets me in a day
He’s someone I will surely miss
That’s all that I can say

I want them all
That I know for sure
I like them all
Nobody’s ranked poor




We created our own world

It will be you and me till we grow old

We are opposites yet still the same

And so we engraved in a stone our name

We escape reality as we talk every day

The past, the present and dreams we say

I hold your hand so close to my heart

And hope you feel it though we’re apart

I left knowing we will be just fine

I left knowing you will still be mine

We said proper goodbyes with hugs so tight

We said we’ll talk as much as every night

Your eyes were empty when we talked last

Wish I knew why so I can bridge the past

Like milk that turned sour it just happened

A sad fairy tale I never thought would end

Ice breaker

Almost 2 years ago, I finally had the time and means to renew my membership with the Toastmasters. The club played a big part in keeping me sane being alone and away from home, family, friends and the world I’ve known all my life. It took a while before I was able to write my first speech not because I had no time to do it or I wasn’t sure what to write. It took me a while to write because it involved Specific details about myself. I am not comfortable about it. I always thought the topic about myself is not interesting and irrelevant.

I didn’t want to reveal so much about myself because it made me feel vulnerable but when I finally finished the speech, it turned out to be a lot more Specific than I intended it to be – which in the end is not that bad. I think, sharing pieces of yourself to the world does not open yourself up to susceptibility; instead you are taking the first step to freeing yourself from doubt, conquering your fear and embracing a world of possibilities.

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Dark and twisty

How important is appearance? They say don’t judge the book by its cover but really, people judge anything by what is seen. It has nothing to do with being prejudice or shallow. It is simply logical. Getting past the exterior is where one becomes prejudice or shallow. Some just couldn’t get past what is seen by the naked eye. It takes patience, understanding and a great deal of effort to look beyond what the eyes can see.

I know a person. He is not cheery. He hates small talks. His brows are crossed when he’s simply looking blankly. He’s got a poker face. Your initial reaction when you see him is to move along and stay away. But we are friends because we are both dark and twisty. I have no recollection of how two beings, disinterested in the world and of all else that’s on it became friends. All I know is that we both got past the ugly exterior – the moping face, the i-don’t-care facade. We both ignored the appearance and saw the interior.


GPTW – Great Place To Work

The last company I worked for before pressing the restart button on my life was a great place to work. I became a mentor, a leader, a speaker, a fulfilled professional and a writer. All these things that I’ve always wanted and thought to be impossible.

Below is an excerpt from a newsletter (profile) article I wrote about a successful project manager.


Every journey is coupled with challenges. At times, it may feel that these circumstances are meant to make things difficult but rather, these tests hone us to be tough. It takes us to a higher level of faith and value formation that only life’s experience can teach us. In the narration of one’s life, what has transpired, what has become of one’s decision and choices, how it affected the lives of others and how it eventually defines our very own personality cannot be completely depicted by mere words.
Life begins not as we were born
It gears and starts as we swim on our own
Our family is our inspiration and core
For them we aspire to keep ashore
Success is a future to be traveled not alone
And is best achieved with people we hone
Integrity and value we always have to uphold
For it shall be how we should lead and scold
Mommy Lita is our emblem and pillar
To whom we look up to like a stellar
Her leadership is felt and cannot be altered
One of the best I have yet discovered