What began as a playful pose on mountaintops revealed itself as a mirror. Scorpios don’t just change—we molt. I’m in my Eagle phase now, choosing discomfort over stagnation, breaking what no longer works, not for drama, but to live fully.
A Space for the Voices in My Head
A raw account of the night I tried to drown the voices in my head and how, instead of silencing them, I learned to give them space—to coexist with the chaos until the noise turned into music I could finally dance with.
Fourth on the List: Chronicles of a St. Raphael Novena
A personal journey through the St. Raphael Novena: prayers, synchronicities, and lessons in patience, faith, and self-discovery, all woven into the rhythm of daily life.
Late-Night Monologues: I Should Be Sleeping by Now
I should be sleeping, but here I am—coffee in hand, mind racing, thoughts playing hopscotch. Between solitude and socializing, overthinking and surrender, I watch the night unfold while my fingers type what my mouth can’t say.
The Hermit’s Last City Night
On my last city night, I took myself on a solo burger date, savoring each bite amidst the crowd. Half a sundae, blurred faces, and my journal in hand—a fleeting city moment before returning to hermit life by the beach.
Twenty Minutes on a Mental Treadmill
Twenty minutes on a mental treadmill. Ludy interrupts my attempts to sleep, sweets and moon phases collide, and my noisy mind takes center stage. A confessional of insomnia, self-reflection, and the dangerous power of thoughts when unheard.
Bloody Legs and Silent Screams: When Anger Gets the Best of Me
A neighbor’s videoke, my period, and a cough pushed me past my breaking point. I smashed a pink umbrella, hurt myself, and realized—sometimes my demons slip loose, and their first victim will always be me.
A Series of Fortunate Events: City Traveling at the Height of Isang’s Tears
What was supposed to be a simple meeting I could’ve done in front of a computer turned into a full-day adventure through rain, wrong turns, free muffins, unexpected art, and even free train rides. The universe had me zigzagging across Manila during Typhoon Isang — only to end with the best surprise of all: my mother saying, “Very good.”
maelfatalis is back home. 