Fragments of the Quiet Mind

  There’s a particular kind of silence that doesn't come from the absence of sound—but from the absence of being noticed . I started sensing it in passing moments. Someone would ask, “Have we met?” even though we had. I'd smile politely, pretend I hadn’t noticed. Or I’d speak in a group and the conversation would just move on, like my words were smoke that didn’t catch. It's not dramatic. It's not cruel. It just is . Like static. Like walking into a room and not shifting its air. I don’t think anyone meant to forget me. I just think I made it easy. Maybe it was a defense. Maybe if I became nobody in particular, I wouldn’t have to explain the contradictions in me—the softness I kept folding away, the chaos I never learned how to speak, the loneliness I wore like a neutral color. Being undefined was safer than being misunderstood. But invisibility has its own weight. A quiet grief. You start wondering if your life is happening to someone else. If you’re just borrowin...

Tutal normal na lang ata ang humilata pag weekend at mag surf, manood or magdownload sa phone no? isang sabado, habang nagsusurf I decided to download some android games ( babala: wag magdodownload ng pirata– suportahan natin ang mga mukhang perang mga kapitalistang manufacturers at game programmers sa over priced games nila ) so pumunta ako sa isang sikat na forum para sa mga hackers.  Pagkatapos nakakita ng games , shift to super download mode at salamat sa PLDT dahil PAGKABILIS BILIS ng connection nila 😑😑😑.  While waiting, nag browse at napadpad ako dun sa literati section. Dahil wala namang magawa, inaliw ang utak sa pagbabasa ng original pieces na gawa ng mga tao dun sa forum. May mga poems, short stories at talaga namang mawawala ka sa realidad habang binabasa yung mga gawa nila. Ang nakakatuwa pa ay yung mga comments ng mga netizens at narealize kong sa comment pa lang pala, maaari mo ng masilip ang part ng personality at kung paano ang takbo ng utak ng bawat for...

Recently, there’s this new thing blowing up on the internet—some wild trend called “going viral.” Basically, it’s when everyone suddenly knows you, your awkward dance moves, and that embarrassing thing you said at a party, all at once. Sounds fun, right? Like winning a lottery where the prize is endless strangers watching your every misstep. But here’s the plot twist: not everyone wants to go viral. Some of us prefer to stay comfortably invisible—like that forgotten corner table at a café where no one steals your Wi-Fi or judges your third cup of coffee. Fame? Nah. We’re more into “fame-adjacent”—you know, the sweet spot between “who?” and “oh, that person.” Going viral is like getting shoved into a mosh pit of eyeballs. Suddenly, your life’s mess-ups become public entertainment. Your privacy? Poof. Your dignity? Left somewhere between “sent” and “read.” And forget about controlling the narrative—once you’re viral, you’re basically a meme factory with no quality control. Some folks ...