Collect and Select.

The Desk

Click. Click

Scroll down.


Then, after a while, he looked at me.

I smiled. he looked away.

Click click. Scroll down.


Drag. Drop to bin.

Click. Click.

Scroll down.

Select – New.


Oh. I forgot.

The Desk


It was a struggle.

as I tried to remember
What I was doing.
Where I was.

What is happening.

It was a                long              corridor.

flash, blood.
thin cold knife. one stroke.
Smile. Flash.
Blood everywhere. I recall screaming. Pleading. He was heartless.

I was scared. That, I remember. for sure.
I was running.
From something.
With someone.
Charlie?! Where are you.

Lights flashed.

There you are!! Charlie!!
What’s wrong?
why are you just
standing there Looking at me like that.?

come on bro, stop mimicking my mov…..

oh.. I forgot.

what a struggle.

Charlie’s Note

The Desk

Hysteria filled the 6th avenue of kowloon as authorities and ambulance rushed to the house of the Chang residence.

This note was found in a pool of blood.


“Dear Mom, Dad and baby Susie,

Please forgive me, for what I am about to do…

but this is because I love you.

Things haven’t been going well for me lately.

I can’t take it anymore. the booze and weed can no longer numb the pain, and neither can the cracks.

I really do love you all, but the voice inside of me tells me it’s the right thing to do.

I mean, there are a lot of voices.I don’t know I can’t control myself anymore.

I love you all,

I’m sorry, goodbye.



Authorities found the note in a pool of blood,

beside three almost unrecognizable corpses; two adults and a child.


The eldest son, Charlie Chang, missing.


The Desk

Oo maganda ako.
bakit ginusto ko ba ito?

Ginusto ko ba ang taglay kong akit?
pini pilahan at hinahabol.

itong katawan na kahanga-hanga.
hubog na tila’y kinorte ng mga dyosa.

sa tingin ninyo ginusto ko,

na gustuhin ako?

ako’y nag iisa.
marami sila.

mahina ako.
malupit sila

oo, maganda raw ako.
gusto ko raw ba?


The Desk

It’s the first after a long time.

I ever so gently. Ran my fingers over her.

Caressing her cold, white, smooth surface.

That frigid skin that had been calling out for my warmth –

For so                         l                          o                                     n                        g.

The metronome is speeding up-

I swallowed my fears.

I let my fingers explore. Till I find the right key – G.

I let out a smile.

Haven’t played the piano for a while now.

Minsan ang LRT parang pagibig lang, nag-aabang ka sa platform nang hindi mo alam kelan darating pero alam mong darating. At pag dumating, magdedesisyon ka, sasakyan mo ang pagibig na dumating? makikipag sapalaran at makikipagsisikan? o hahayaan mong lumipas ito at abangan ang susunod na kabanata?



LRT, riding trains in the Philippines is similar to going to war everyday. Once the beeping starts, the doors slides open. Everyone who ever watched the movie 300, would shout in their heads, ‘This is Spartaaa’. Like a Chinese that I am, I have formulated my own art of war. Still finishing my outline of it. Coming soon.