February 8, 2017 vernonvelasco 0

So much like almost infanticipating, she would, as a matter of habit, crave for something, most often at such ungodly hours. And like fawning sycophant […]


January 18, 2017 vernonvelasco 0

  If I were a girl, a bouquet of flowers would never be in my Valentine wishlist. I mean, seriously, what would I do with […]

Dad bod

July 19, 2016 vernonvelasco 0

    One of the editors in the newspaper company I work in is rather someone I take as snobby, and as we always come […]


July 18, 2016 vernonvelasco 0

A broken-hearted female friend called to invite me to merienda so that somebody could see her cry. So while I was breaking bread she went […]


July 18, 2016 vernonvelasco 0

I was a kid and I was deeply enamored by my grandpa’s wine cellar in their quaint little house. There he stashed age-old bottles of […]


June 14, 2016 vernonvelasco 0

When a Facebook “friend” updated her profile picture into something that obviously wants to start a movement: flowing dress, pompadour, a pose deliberately showing her […]


June 13, 2016 vernonvelasco 0

Of my three siblings, my sister Nica is my favorite, not that she’s bunso and “only girl” but that she sort of became my outlet, […]


June 9, 2016 vernonvelasco 0

There’s a ghost in our apartment, I would insist, even when my housemates so persistently shrug their shoulders hearing hard-hitting footsteps up and down the […]