Welcome to an overdue blog post! I have been on hiatus for about a month now – in preparation for Komiket 2018 and Komiket 2018 happening in itself. I and two friends shared a booth where we all sold our work! I had self-published a small poetry book, Paper Trails, and also sold some stickers.

I had been procrastinating the actual editing and proofreading of the book, thus taking up a lot of my time and creative energy that were supposed to go to this blog. (#1 tip in writing and selling: don’t do anything last minute.)


Komiket 2018 lasted for two days: from February 24 to February 25. It was held at Centris Elements in Quezon City, and was scheduled to be open to the public – with a 100 php entrance fee – from 9 AM to 7 PM.

I was a first-timer, and so was Joaquin! We arrived around 8 AM and rushed to set up our booth. It was intimidating to see people lugging around suitcases while we had…. a bag… on the two of us.



It was, apparently, the biggest Komiket ever. There were over 500 exhibitors and tens of thousands of visitors. It was exhilarating to put your work out there for people to see and buy, but it was also tiring to have a lot of competition. I always get my hopes up when they open the browsing copy of my book, but then they flip through it and put it back. (Thanks for breaking the spine and making one copy unsellable. That’s 200 pesos off my earnings. And then they pick up the regular copies and manhandle everything! I didn’t know if it would be rude to tell them to put it down and pick up the sample instead.) It’s even more heartbreaking when they promise to come back – but never, ever do.

Just like many people in our lives.

Moving on – it was also exhausting to pitch your book over and over and sit there not able to leave and explore because there are potential buyers. Special thanks to Joaquin and LG when I slowly became demotivated and whiny out of exhaustion. What an experience. I had no idea sitting around could tire me so much.


It was, however, amazing to be surrounded by so many creatives. It offers welcome and support to the art and writing community, whose efforts in creation quite literally pay off. I know that unlike most exhibitors I haven’t sold a lot, but to establish connections and interact with people that get to recognize and know your work is a wonderful experience. It’s definitely motivated me to write more, and think long-term with selling my book/s. I won’t get anywhere selling poetry and pieces of prose forever in conventions but if any of you guys are interested in buying some I’m not complaining.


I had held off on including an explanation for Paper Trails in the book itself – as to why I wrote it and what the whole narrative means. I wanted it to speak for itself and get the reader to interact with how the whole book ties up together. But I feel as if it’ll enlighten those who had bought it (as one already came up to me confused!) and maybe get you guys to be interested in it as well.


Paper Trails is a collection of stories and poetry that all tell one big narrative. It’s centered around one city, one night, and around four or five personas acting as the voices in the poems and stories included.

I’ve already said that some of my posts here made it to the book. Before I took it down, posts entitled A Story and Interrogation were there as well.


I wrote it out of the juxtaposed feelings of both detachment and empathy to see people and their experiences unfold in front of you and there is nothing you can do about it. It is only human for one to center around themselves and their own conflicts and narratives to address. I wrote it out of the realization and suddeness of death. I wrote it largely inspired by actual events and news articles: for example, A Story was real, and hearing gunshots, for me, like one of the personas, wasn’t something new. I wrote it with the realization that with growing up is the awareness to society’s ills, the disgust and the anger you feel is the one that’s new – not the inhumane things you hear of and witness. It’s a cycle of realization and desensitation. There must be something to be done, you think, and then turn to saying that this is how the world has always been; this is how it will always be; you have problems of your own and you can’t deal with others’ just yet. I always feel guilty reaching the end of the cycle, making me return to think that something must and can be done – but the world could never be devoid of problems.

I loved writing it. I love the idea that people are reading it. Though I’ve been told that it can get confusing, I don’t mind much, though it did bother me enough to create this post. At least it’ll make you think. It’ll make you draw a conclusion. It’s better for reading not to be passive, in my opinion, but an active exchange between the reader and the author.




I changed my blog’s logo and color scheme, as well as put up an Instagram account and Facebook page for my writing! This is just to expand my reach – though perhaps with better graphics, as not many people interact with long blocks of text. WordPress is a bit more tolerant. This will still be my main medium of writing, but to grow my audience, please like and share my pages on Instagram and Facebook!

A Dark Side of Harajuku – Yami Kawaii
Powerpuff Girls Magazine
A Museum for Rock Faces


LIFE UPDATE [S1, EP3]: Diving into the murky waters of self-publishing 


Welcome to an overdue blogpost! Daily posting is the number one cause of creativity’s death.

Yeah, I know it’s a New Year’s resolution, but damn if I don’t feel burned out already. I think it’s better to follow the rule of three to four posts a week, so behold a new schedule: Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays! 

Part of the reason why daily posting is hard for me this week is because I’ve been trying to produce content for a self-published book and this blog at the same time. Some of my posts on here are actually early drafts of content that will be there. 

Above is the cover of my self-published book to be sold at the 2018 Komiket, from February 25 – 26 in Quezon City. I’ll be selling with Joaquin, whose web serial will be sold in print! 

I don’t know if anyone’s noticed, but I published two versions of The City twice – because it’s one of the poems that’s going to be in Paper Trails and I keep making changes to it. I edited it further, and will use a part of it as the blurb on the back cover. As a preview – and if any of you are living in the Philippines, please consider going to Komiket! – here’s the final version:

Look out the city; look up the skies. See
a thousand lights above; a thousand lights
spread around – pulsing, in the mystery
of space; pulsing, in the darkest of nights.
See: a man; a cloth over a shoulder,
hunched like Atlas, in carrying the world;
a girl, feet clad in cotton and leather,
walking, plaid skirt wrinkled with hair unfurled;
a shadow, fingers like a ghost haunting
the strings of his guitar; a woman, out
in an ungodly hour, feet dragging
across the pavement, without fear nor doubt
among the people underneath the glow
of neon lights; all on a walk to home,
(all in search of home). Look, see and know:
of how odd it is to feel forsaken
when surrounded by a myriad of lives;
to know of dark alleys; hours; streets, awakened
to the cognizance of stories that thrive

untold, unfolding; inevitable
that we never know of our role in it all.

I’ve read it over so many times it sounds off to me, but it does sound way better than the earlier versions I published here. Another reason why daily posting is not good: hot off the press posts are usually in dire need of editing before being posted.

Paper Trails, though a suite of poems and prose, is centered around a police operation that happened on January 14, 2017, in Metro Manila. One is killed. Three have seen. 

I also explore themes of death and loss to get rid of the teenage angst inside me.

I actually did self-publishing once last year – and actually, just a month ago! It was our book fair and I produced Rhapsody, a book filled once again with my poems. It had all the rookie mistakes: along with Joaquin, we both didn’t know how to bookbind, we were confused over the setting of pages, my cover looked like a wedding invitation, there were no blurbs or excerpts at the back, no acknowledgment, and finally my stupidest mistake: I didn’t put my name on the book at all. Cool, right? One day I’ll have a post called How Not To Self-Publish. 

Also, I’ve updated my blog: there are now Poetry (under Writing) and Review categories since I’ve figured I’ll be making them a lot this year, and of course to make it easier for my readers.

Have a .gif of me in the sunlight, which is notable because it’s becoming harder to get up and function normally. But I’m picking myself up now, before it gets any worse, and acting like this comic of Beth Evans: 

Let’s hope I stick to schedule this time! And that I continue on producing content for this blog and for my book without burning out. 

Weekly-round up of cool slash useful information:

That’s it for this week! Ciao. 

73 Days of Summer


It’s the time of the year wherein we simultaneously become ingredients in God’s stew and enjoy doing so. It is also the time of the year in which we are gifted with a rare amount of freedom, and unless you’re part of the unlucky ones who have school and work during the months of summer, said days of freedom (I counted 73 until I am once again imprisoned in my education) are usually filled with adventure and leisure. And here, in all glory of documentation, are my own.

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