Some Voices Inside My Head

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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

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

Mariposa

FictionThere was a loud crash, a thud he would hear for the last time. The propeller hurled into the sky, while his body jerked forward, slammed his head into the metallic skin of the ill-fated aircraft. The blow left him unconscious. Unaware that his time had come."No, you will not be consumed by the sea..." A soft, feminine voice had spoken. "You have earned your place not only in the hearts of

Submerging

And so begins the grind, a day ahead of the work week. We expect more overtime. Frustrating revisions may pop out unexpected, and maybe even a dress down from the director if we royally fuck-up this side project. We try not to be eaten alive by the pressure, but we can't help it. Time is of the essence.We will open the week, with the project three days behind schedule. And out of our desire to

Pump Without A Sound

A two-pound drop should never be a cause for celebration. A fact that should serve as a reminder for someone to be more realistic with his work-out goal. My biggest fault was not backing the campaign with a plan. On top of the shoddy execution, I was undisciplined, complacent, even less motivated as the final week approaches. I did not create a meal plan, like I used to a few years ago. Part of

Mind Exercise

"Hello Mugs. How are you?""Okay naman.... Heto... Having my Brain Salad Days...""Brain Salad Days?!?""Yeah, alam mo yun. You've drawn out your plans. But it turns out, your thoughts are too scattered to focus on a specific goal""Like what?""Like putting my energies to writing that Travel Guide for Bentusi.""Uh huh.""Or at least, writing an entry for Baby Diego.""To welcome his arrival, like what

Killing Marquis De Sade

It was perversion of epic proportions.A young couple possessed with boundless lust had decided to videotape themselves in their moment of heat. For posterity perhaps, or even maybe to fulfill their juvenile fantasies of playing the role of adult entertainment celebrities. The setting is in the bathroom. The pretty lady faces sideways in front of the mirror as her lover, her knight in shining

Guilt Pangs

Where does this torrent of remorse come from?As far as I can tell, the Mugen twitter account remains a conveyor of directions as to where to send relief goods bound for Mindanao. Same with the blog, a satirized news article that includes a sexy photo of a naked rescuer piggy-backed the list of relief agencies accepting donations for flood victims. I left scathing remarks against a leader who

A Decade Later

4:00 pmLRT 2 Pureza StationHey Jay,How does it feel like turning a decade older?I'm off to Santa Clara to give thanks for a meaningful and blessed year. While waiting for the train to come, I thought of walking down the memory lane, hoping I could get in touch with you again. And you know what, I vaguely remember how your birthday was ten years ago. Was it the one you got so drunk and made mom

Furion

Hushed voices tell of a place where all electronic gadgets forcibly taken away from their hosts are sold.There, pickpockets and robbers turn ambulant vendors. Their makeshift stalls line up a busy strip. It is where flies come together to inspect their wares; eager to get the best deal, knowing somehow, what are laid before them came from someone else.But such words are never spoken.This shitty

Saving Grace

I was about to cross the street when I passed by an old lady selling garlands of Sampaguita at the corner of Kalentong and Shaw Boulevard. It's already past eleven and from the way she lumbered close to the sidewalk barrier, there's no denial that she's been selling flowers since that morning.It was easy to close one's eyes and pretend not to see. Deluded by my own troubles, I could brush off the

Heart Of Emptiness

"I'm too old and weary to be out in the streets at night," I tweeted an hour before my work ends at 10'o clock.At the back of my head, I was worried that I'd be mugged when I step foot in Cubao or get robbed inside a Malaguena jeep. A co-worker's grandmum passed away and knowing that only few at work would ever find time to attend the wake, I decided to go solo after my shift.The trip was

Pay It Forward

I was about to leave the office this evening when the boss called my attention. I thought he would talk to me about the recent drama at the floor, but instead he asked my opinion about a certain ex-agent who left the workplace without a word."Mugen, basahin mo ito." I leaned forward to read the email on his laptop.The letter was from someone who had gone AWOL many years ago. The sender said

Evacuation

We were made to believe that it never gets broken; that its content management system boasts reliability and its name synonymous with excellence. But no. Words have betrayed me. For the first time in recent memory, Blogger went offline after a routine maintenance check crashed the blog hosting service. The website's day-long inaccessibility sent chills across the blogging community. Twitter

Reset Button

I have nothing to write anymore...And why do you say that?Don't know, my mind feels empty.All the time. Is it true, or you just fill you head with so many things,But you don't know how to draw them out anymore? Possibly. I always conk out before I could finish my last sentence.Just like right now?Yes. See, I don't even know how to end this.May I ask, why do you write again?I don't know, maybe to

The God Of Small Things

A Repost: January 9, 2008Hope that this past conversation between Mami Athena and me reaches the person in need of answers. The Patroness of Giggling Dogs says:i think about God often eThe Patroness of Giggling Dogs says:saka dun sa toilet ng QAMugen says::)Mugen says:ano/The Patroness of Giggling Dogs says:i often look at the clouds and talk to GodThe Patroness of Giggling Dogs says:lolMugen

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Consider it your beginner's luck, and be humble. Not everyone who drops by unannounced at a global off-shore company gets to sign a job offer the following day. We were surprised to learn that your semi-planned trip to the Business District would turn out the way unforeseen. All we know is that you were planning to pay the remaining balance of your mother's memorial plan. Next in your list was to

Triptych | Ciclo

I was already out of the office when I decided to stop by a sari-sari store to buy a stick of Marlboro. Next to the store was a red iron gate. Below the gate sat a mongrel quietly watching the world around it. At first glance, the dog seemed to be part of the household. One might say that it got stuck out of the house and was waiting for its owner to let it in. The store attendant handed me a

Fearless

It is the sins of our past that keeps on grinding: the gravity becoming inescapable as the years quietly pass. The unspeakable fears dwell inside our head, and no means of liberation could drive the terror away. Guilt corrodes what is left of our being, dreams snatched, hopes taken. If not for the will to hold out, easy it is to fall down and break apart. A silent meditation becomes a panacea.

Reloading...

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