“Love me then by listening to my stories,
the little
daily chapters of my life,
my personal book of life,
authored, experienced, undergone by
and suffered through by me in my uniqueness
And so by listening,
Call me to life
For not having anyone to listen
is like tearing away
the pages of my life story.
Is this not the meaning of death:
To have no story to tell
because there is not found
someone to listen”
— Excerpt from The Pages of My Life by Fr. Guido F. Arguelles
May 3, 2026 – Sunday A typical Sunday for me, was spending time with my son, mom and my dog, Kenshin. Suddenly, I got a notification that Pablo from SB19 went live. I’ve been a big fan of the group since 2019, and even watched their Wakas at Simula concert with Sylvia (thanks, Ate). I…
/SN092725 How hateful does someone have to be, to whisper words of love to her mutely Encasing her finger with an Elvish ring, infusing the future with a watercolor wedding Only to choose someone else in her stead, assuring her that she was not a threat Yet concluding the teen years with pain that much…
September 27, 2025 I’ve been spending the last few weeks, editing my blog from when I was in high school. 26 years later, these memories scorch deeper than the burning sun in the middle of the day. My mind remembers, and reconstructs, every written word. And perhaps, this is also the reason why after giving…
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