Visual Arts

Tangerine-shaded Solitude


One of my this year’s resolutions is to improve my skills in visual arts. So, to start my practice, I decided to paint a sunset view. Since I kinda felt lonely when I painted, the objects I drew are a dead tree and a lonely man, who’s waiting for something to happen, or someone to come and comfort him. Hence, I named this the ‘Tangerine-shaded Solitude.’

I was able to finish this on the day Ma’am Sarah Elizabeth Allen celebrated her birthday. She’s the one who inspired me to blog and write. I decided to give this to her to express my gratitude for being a wonderful teacher, not only to me but to all the students who were under her.

Days after her birthday, I left this on her table before I went home.

That night, I opened my Facebook and saw her post, which consists of this picture and caption that expressed her thankfulness and appreciation. I admit, I’m so touched and I feel honor and pleasure to do such for Ma’am Sarah.

Watch out for more artworks, my dear readers. ‘Til next time! xoxo


Dwelling in my art world,




The Pride and The Passion #Bookworming101

After the campus fellowship activity with our co-peer facilitators, Careby and I decided to unwind somewhere in the city since it’s too early for us to go home. While strolling, she asked me if we could visit the Book Sale for a moment. She’s on the search for Janet Evanovich’s stories; she’s really urgent in completing the series.

So yeah. We stopped by the Book Sale to find Janet. Lots of books caught my attention while searching, and there’s this one I just can’t let go not because of the very cheap price (it’s only 20 pesos). That very moment, I met Jack Cavanaugh and the first part of his “African Covenant” series, The Pride and The Passion.

We went home when the clock reached 6pm.

I hurriedly opened the book when I reached my room.


Margot de Campion, a beautiful Huguenot orphan, lives in eighteenth century Holland with the Fabarez couple. The woman, Sylvie, treats Margot like a daughter, but Monsieur Fabarez is none too happy to have Margot in the house. After a tragic occurrence, Margot flees from the only home she has known for most of her life. She decides to travel on a ship. Through trials and triumphs, Margot is courageous and faithful to God.

After reaching Africa, Margot takes a cleaning job at the governor’s mansion. There she meets Jan van der Kemp, who visits the mansion. She warns him about a man she previously knew and whom Jan’s sister wants to marry, but he rebuffs her.

Then, Monsieur Fabarez arrives, seeking to destroy Margot on hideous charges. The governor does not believe Fabarez’s claims, but due to Margot’s previous “disruptive behavior,” the governor sends Margot to work in a slave compound.

Through a series of exciting and heart-wrenching events, Margot and Jan are drawn closer together and closer to God. 

(Source: Goodreads)

I swear, this is one beautiful story of twists and turns. I love how Margot’s faith was numerously tested by God. Although this is only a fiction, we can gain a lot of motivation and inspiration from Margot’s encounters. It is justified not only this book but also in reality that, there’s always a rainbow after the rain.

Not only that, I also love this story because the point of view is from a woman, which I can really relate myself.

Finished reading this in two days. I’d definitely go back to Book Sale to look for the series’ next parts. Awesome work, Monsieur Jack!


(27th of January 2016)





Departure From A Chance


I’ve known you since the time
We’ve bumped in this corner
Where we make everything fine
And I thought you’re my forever.

Amazingly weird, it is
How quick you were able to get me
We had small things to share with
Yet out of it, we felt glee.

You never failed to make me giggle
With your jokes, corny as ever
Unaware, my heart is on wiggle
When you do talk, bright and clever.

But in a snap, we’ve changed
From giggles to distance.
Everything becomes strange
All I could do is glance.

Then I realized, we’re not fit
Not perfect for each other
You have her; you shut the sparks you lit
So I’ll leave and find another.

You got me hanging
I thought what we had’s a reality
So now, I’ll be departing
From this possibility.

(Written on the 24th of January 2016)



(A late New Year poetry I wrote last night.)

Another year just passed
Old book closed; a new book just opened
Time’s been flying fast
And memories got frozen.

I see sparks in the sky
Golden noises everywhere
Smiles that make the mood high
A moment no one can compare.

I now have a list
Of new adventures to enter.
But these are just the least
The unknowns are such thrillers.

Happy and fired-up
I’ll face this new year
No one can make me stop
From living with no fear.



Soliloquy Of A Depressed

(Since someone asked why I’m being craven for the past weeks. I’m sorry, but this is all I can say for now.)


Darkness cover my place
As I listen to sober music
Tears roll down my face
I’m starting to get sick.

While you are getting light
Smiling, out and proud
Everything around you is right
Your laugh is heard, so loud.

You always ask me if I’m fine
Concerned, yet so blind and numb
Don’t con me by being kind
Not anymore, for I’m not dumb.

I won’t tell you why
Leave hints or show it full
I’ll stay away, perhaps a mile
And drown, deep in this sad pool.

(Written on 23rd of December 2015)


Silently Hoping

(In collaboration with one of my dearest bestfriends, Paul Andrew Mancia)

*We wrote this out of boredom and it surprised us that the rants we’ve written can be connected that’s why we combined it all to create a long poem. My dearest Paul, thank you for the time you’ve given to collaborate. I had so much fun. Hugs and kisses!


‘Twas a cold night
When tears flooded our cheeks
A painful pact has been made
That ended us broken for distance.

Now we’re torn apart,
The garden we’ve bloomed
And our shattered hearts
Has faced its doom
And turned into white and black.

Yet I still hope,
Our memories entangled
Like the roots beneath the shadows
That reaches my soul.

I thought I found freedom
By breaking what we have
But unconsciously, I bounded myself
In chains of misery and loneliness.

Now I’m alone,
Waiting for something..
I don’t know.

Remembering the things
We used to share,
But deep within myself
It is only I,
Who yearns yesterday

Looking back
Realizing how much I have lost
Made me say to myself
How stupid I was
For not fighting hard
The sake of the love
That was once ours
Is now shattered into pieces
And thrown into a place
That only us can find and fix.

But how?
How will I go
If I can’t find you first
The key is on your hand.

Will you stay and say yes?
And restart what we have ended?


(Written on the 20th of December 2015)


The Poison That Keeps Me Alive

I’m currently in my downcast period and I’m trying to swim my feeble self in this polluted ocean of my life. I’m being craven, I know. But I just can’t contain myself, mentally and emotionally.

I’m still depressed by the result of my midterms in Statistics. You know, my red blood cells lost almost one-fourth of its count just to engrave Baye’s Rule and other probability stuffs just to make it through.

I lost a bestfriend. He died on October, in my mind and heart. He decided to cut our ties for some painful, confidential reasons.

I just had a heartbreak, for I thought I did the right thing in the past. But it just turned out that I unconsciously killed myself bigtime.

It’ll definitely take me forever to enumerate all of my sorrows here. But, you know what, my dear reader, I’m thankful. The poison it gave became my spirit vitamin I’m taking to continue fighting. And I’m hoping that I’ll see the light I’ve been looking for.

I’ll cut this here. I’ll write more when the time permits me to do so.



(4th of December 2015)