War Tunes

VI No longer at the mercy of random encounters, I can now laugh at the thought of sex eye balls and even ditch the idea completely. One may point to the years of experience; of finally gaining supremacy over the pursuit of flesh.But I didn't get there without stumbling, and doing regrettable acts this blog (and its previous reincarnation) have written. They may be hidden beneath the layers of

Shelter Me From The Storm

Pinagkait man ng tahanang matutuluyan,sa piling ng mga rehas na bakalat malalamig na tubo ng Maynilad,doon ay natagpuan angpansamantalang taguan samarahas at mapagtaboy na lansangan.

Into The Barakos

"May gagawin ka? Wanna meet later?" A stocky guy with a headless display picture asked. His invitation filtered through a private message."Yup. I have work, dude."The guy and I got acquainted on Twitter the night before. Ayos lang. I was the one who trailed first so I was grateful for the follow-back. However, things got uneasy when he invited me for coffee. I read his direct message just hours

Liftoff From Planet Romeo

Dear HavokSS,I may come up with scores of excuses for your revival. I was bored, lonely and this difficulty in accepting what I have been reduced to drove me to crash again on the same planet. I wanted to know how I will measure against other men, and see where this searching will lead me. A good lay, I thought, will turn everything okay. Sex heals, and makes people feel better about themselves.I

Moving (On) Without A Sound

CreditThe leviathan glides on,seeking some unknownclearing of light at the endof its solitary voyage,a journey marked onlyby the fearful spacesof empty ocean.And yet how can it survive?The Last Leviathan, Ruel De VeraThe Most Careful of Stars

Unfair Assessment

A conversation.5. Mugen 23. Nov. 2012 - 04:08by the way, you spoke to the boy?6. X  23. Nov. 2012 - 04:11we're friends. do you know him?7. Mugen 23. Nov. 2012 - 04:13yeah, I owe him an apology.8. X 23. Nov. 2012 - 04:14what for?9. Mugen 23. Nov. 2012 - 04:15For suddenly stopped texting.10. X 23. Nov. 2012 - 04:19why?11. Mugen 23. Nov. 2012 - 04:21He got too close.12. X 23. Nov. 2012 - 04:22too

Collateral Damage (Finale)

Previously on Souljacker"So ano ang gagawin mo kapag bigla akong nagtanggal ng damit at tumabi sa iyo?" "Yayakapin kita at hahalikan." I sms-ed back. Earlier, the boy asked what I was doing. I said I'm in bed, writing notes on my journal."Nice... Palaban ka talaga ha?" "Ako pa..." I replied with a naughty emoticon. "Kala mo sa akin, masisindak sa iyo ser?" He went on to create sexy scenes that

Collateral Damage (Second Part)

Previously on SouljackerThe intense glow of city lights faded as the night passed into daylight. But the early morning lull didn't stop me and the boy from learning the lives we lead behind the skin full and teasing profiles on Romeo's world.He was five years my junior. An only child, who pursued another shot at the academe to chase his dream of becoming a doctor. Wounded, he too was a returning

Sentry Post

My sister and her family, including my two young nephews spent the long weekend with the in-laws. If not for the maid, the lesbian driver and her trusted assistant, the occupants of the house would just be me and my mother.Many things could happen when there are few people at home. I can sneak out at the middle of the night - like I used to - and find myself in some other's bed, or at the heart

Shades of Lust

I was waiting for a new-found friend to go online - there - when a kid sent me a private message."Where in Santa Mesa?"A polite question required a polite answer."Near Altura. Ikaw?"He gave his location and because of the affable tone of our exchange, the conversation went on. We traded face pictures, asked what we're doing on Romeo's World (said I was listening to my mp3s at the moment) and when

The Spinner

When Arrjae Puno and I were in our early twenties, our tireless selves used to be the poster boys of Orosa. At 1 am on a Saturday morning, we would walk the streets of Malate on our way to Bed. The scene then, littered with wasted, happy folks who want to be seen and get laid were hardly a distraction. We still yearn to get to our destination.After paying the 200 pesos cover charge, we would

Good Vibes

I went to Katipunan to shake off these pallid thoughts. I succeeded, for a moment, because the memory of the monasterio fills me with unmistakable joy. Then off I went to the bank, to let the two week's worth of salary sink into my savings account. And then at last. For the very reason I left the house this afternoon, I went to Trinoma to buy a present for my godson. He will join the flock this

Doomsday Prepper | Act 1

It took just a single temblor to awaken the instinct: self-preservation in a catastrophic event befalling a city caught flat-footed. The seismic head bang slammed the hips of the archipelago. It did little damage. Taking with it a careless soul and dozens of flimsy houses in its ripples' deadly wake. The metropolis up north escaped unscathed. It's towering homes and offices didn't sway, its

The Martha Stewart In Me

I used to be that little boy who could grow plants at will. It's the green thumb, people say. But I pay no heed to their suggestion. Left under my own device, I scoured the city for herbs and tiny shrubs for my small garden. I pick them from someone's green corner (often without their permission) with the plants' roots still intact. The thumb-sized plants are then carted home in plastic cups

Anal-Probing Sotto

"Am I man enough to stand by my principles?" Sotto must have been musing before delivering his speech."Even when the educated middle and liberal upper class, who have access to social media pelt me with criticisms? Tell lies about my family? Write ugly stories for everyone to read? Discredit, not only my character but everything I believe?" The Senator finds himself in very deep shit."Even when

Sottoism

Now I'm thinking, I'm gonna steal someone's blog entry. Yung tinitingala ko, then I won't attribute it to him. Haha.— Mugen JM (@soul_jacker) August 22, 2012There were many bloggers to choose from. There was Kane and his chichi blog, the venerable RedtheMod, whose wellspring of words I scoop with my literary bucket, and even Pilyo's, straight from the gut entries would be a suitable candidate. I

Values Education

Guy:  HelloMe:   HiGuy:  Can we be friends?I hold on to the belief that friendship - in its sincerest sense - is nurtured. It must have a foundation, like common interests, shared struggles or at least two people, who are friends, co-habitate a common space. Embracing this philosophy, I consider those I follow on Social Networks friends, if not acquaintances. Ties exists and it's not important to

The Purpose

At four in the morning, I knew sleep won't come. My work begins at 6 o'clock and to make a shut-eye tempts an overstay in dreamland. So rolled over I did, until I was at the edge of the bed. I then got up, looked at the mirror, said hello to my puffy eyes, before leaving the room with a moist towel. And just when the water from the plastic dipper cascaded down my head, the sky bursts open,

El Trabajo

I would tell my partner that I am that delinquent officer who sleeps in full view of his subordinates; who surfs the web, stream video clips on YouTube, and blog instead of reviewing the work logs of my agents. I'm the supervisor who plays Transport Tycoon Deluxe on my workstation, tops the days of tardiness, thus setting a fine example for the rest to follow, and just last month, I had to be

Drone

Jap Nishi asked why I was so affected when Myrtle, the PBB Teen housemate suddenly became a "princess" on Twitter's trending topic this afternoon. I replied as a jest that I cannot accept Myrtle's mom becoming the "queen" of the Philippines. But his question, like a dagger forced deep into my skin left still unanswered fundamental questions. Do I dislike Myrtle, the PBB Teen housemate because I