Mr Pogi TV: Remember Who You Are

Getting sleepless nights thinking about who you are and what do you truly want is not something that comes overnight and changes your life. There is no magic pill in this, for sometimes life has a way to discourage you in what you want to do until you come to the point that you'll say "oh fuck it maybe it is never meant for me, I quit." The moment that you give up is the moment that you say NO to your dreams. In my theory, the future is never truly set for the universe is endless with our thoughts. They say that the mind can achieve anything. For the past few weeks i've been waking up at 3 AM and find it hard to sleep with my thoughts running like a mile. I feel restless without doing anything. I started writing (typing) today and to let this out of my mind, my mind is like a raging lion, it is hungry today, wanting to hunt, wanting to feed. I find it weird that my 8 hour job that is stressful as hell is boring me. Something is bothering me today and no one seem to understand me. I think what is really bothering me is the fact that i'm getting to know myself more, knowing that i have the potential to become someone else, something else. If only i could live in the woods in Canada like wolverine did, but no shit, i have to live this life knowing that i am meant for something more today than what i knew yesterday. The future is never truly set, even if a future me pops up and tells me that I am a billionaire in the year 2029, I might not even believe him, for how stubborn I am today, I might not do what he tells me to do, but who knows? What if he tells me the right plans? for sure i wont have to worry for I know I will end up like Bill Gates. What's the point of living if you already know what you will become? That is why there are risks or a gamble, where you bet on something and hope and pray to God that it will come up as good. You will have to be liable in every actions that you do in life and it will shape you to become who you are in the future.

Sometimes, You do know who you are and what you want, but practicality keeps you from doing it. Why stop you from it?  Because you are scared of what might happen? You are scared of what will happen? We were born in this world and was taken care of by our parents or guardians showing us how cruel the world is, that we must study hard to have a better job , to buy shit that we want to impress the people that we don't like. The problem is you never truly know your potential unless you take risk from it. That is why only few people have dared to jump over the leap of faith, took bruises and scars and now they tell stories that inspires little minds to get big someday.

This will be the end of my thoughts for now, I will try and search for the feeling that will satisfy the lion mind that I have today. For maybe I never truly know myself yet, or maybe I know but won't accept it yet.

Mr Pogi TV: The Day You Start Why

The Day You Start Why

Just "Start". For months I've been lost and have wandered "what should I write?" I'm a bit unclear on what should I write. But this month, marks my 26th birthday, I kind of know what to write now. 

An introduction. 

An introduction to what I need to share to this world. An introduction on what I can contribute. I don't want to think what the world needs anymore, I want to think what can I do to make this world a better place. Writing has been my thing since senior year in high school. Poems, short stories, poetry, novel and even a damn business letter, I've been writing those back then.

I've been talking to a lot of people lately regarding their life, love, problems and career. Most of them are not happy, some of them are still searching and all of them does not know their "why".

We've been given life by our creator without telling us why. Without telling us what is our purpose here. Are we meant for something else? Or are we meant for something even more what we can think of? A quote from the movie Interstellar got me thinking "Humans are never meant to die here on earth" . I never knew that concept but soon I'll find out why. We go through our lives feeling lost, empty, feeling that big black hole inside our hearts wondering what do we need to do to live a fulfilling life.

Now, I am here to be part of that journey, message me and let us unfold the path of your journey, to know the secrets, to know the plans and to know life.

November, November Oh Will You Remember?

November, November Oh Will You Remember?

It's that time of the year again, where scary tv shows like Misteryo and Noli De Castro's Magandang Gabi Bayan is in a Halloween Special. Where Conjuring and Insidious is airing, as well as the classics like Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the 13th is being shown on air. It's that time of the year again where kids come knocking at your door wearing costumes of creepy characters like Freddy Kreuger, Jason Voorhes, Trolls and Smurfs (wait that S*** is scary). Oh wait! We're in the Philippines! We're not in America! Oh snap we just cut ties with America. Well hello China.

It's that time of the year again when you go to the cemetery to visit someone who passed away, entering the Manila North Cemetery is like entering hell on November 1. You have got to brace yourself with those people who seem to look like those Jejemon creatures from the purgatory, staring at you, smiling, wearing their big Caps and Shirts, and God, oh God the trash is everywhere! You must endure those things to reach the grave of your loved ones.

Now while at the cemetery you start talking about the good times you had with them. Not the scary things on that day but the beautiful things.

Let's go back, I remember the time when my uncle was still alive, he told me that if I became famous doing gigs and rock bands, I'll go to him and make him my manager. But unfortunately, life is somewhat unpredictable, he died, still so fresh in my mind, his funeral. I miss that guy. Really nice person. Remembering him makes me feel melancholic (wow deep term).

Speaking of deaths, my grandfather, he is a respected man, my father looks up to him and I do too. I remember the time when I go to his office and he gives me 50 pesos in a red envelope called Ang Pao, but I was surprised when I found out that he's been giving my brother a hundred pesos. Talk about favoritism? Just kidding. I even remember the time when we ate at a restaurant called Max's, I was a big kid back then, i was fat (unlike now i'm sexy as hell) he told me he will join me in an eating contest because of how big I eat. I could eat 2 large chickens in a single sitting. I must be a mutant. Oh man.

Lastly my grandmother form my mums side, she always makes me laugh, like the time before she left our house that she'll make sure that the dogs smell her armpits to make them remember her. Also do you know the Proben? Sold for like 10 to 20 pesos, the chicken skin from the nearest street food vendor near you? Well yeah she brings a hell lot of those when coming to our house, well that explains why the back of my neck starts to hurt.

I miss those guys, I will always remember them in my heart.

Now, do you remember someone who is so dear to you and are you gonna go and visit them this coming November? 

Feel free to

Comment below and share what you remember with them.

Body Bag

It's dark in here, care to read my story?


"tumataas na ang tubig ma."

I was scared, i didn't know what to do, i was hugging my mother when the storm surge hit us. it was so fucking scary, the sky was dark, the wind was devastating, the water keeps on rising and all that you have is lost. The only thing in my mind is that i must stay alive, my mom must stay alive.

It was really cold, i was only wearing a sando and a short and of course an underwear inside it. i can feel the water under my chin as the water keeps on rising. The sewer rats, the big slimy snakes, they were everywhere.

we went to our roof hoping that the water wont get to us anymore, just like cristine reyes went to her roof. I  was really hoping for a man with a jet ski to pick us up, but hell no, there were no rescuers, no jet skiing people or even superman to save us.

We only have a small house, it's just me and my mother in here, at the roof of our house... the water is still rising, the fuck did i do for this to happen to us. was it my hidden porn stash inside my laptop? i couldn't even save my laptop for it was washed away by that strong water.

It's like the movie 2012. everything was falling apart. Did God told someone like Noah that there will be a great storm and there will be a great flood?

The communications were lost, not even a radio or a cellphone i could listen to. My stupid iPhone got wet easily. wish i had my Nokia 3210 still.

I was shouting for about an hour because of the storm surge hitting on us. My mother was getting weak because of the cold, she slipped at our roof and i wasn't able to grab her, she went straight down to the current, i was crying and shouting until i saw her slammed somewhere hard, i could see that she lost consciousness, her face was facing the water, i was crying and shouting and i couldn't do a fucking thing for i was holding onto this pole.

i shouted "WHY GOD WHY??"

i lost everything, i was an alien, my papers washed away, my mother, i couldn't even speak after what i saw, after what happened.

as soon as the storm subsided i can feel heat inside my body, i was so devastated, hungry, sleepy and sick.

i can feel blood pouring at my calves. a shrapnel hit me under the flood.

i still am above our roof and the water is starting to go down.

the next day i woke up i still feel the same. the flood was gone and it's time to look for my mom, i walked across the street, people crying and people carrying corpses. i am so desperate for food and medicine and still i kept looking for my own mother.

3 hours have passed i sat down a broken car and i fell asleep. 

i couldn't move my body, i cant breathe,
i was being carried by a soldier, i was still conscious and he putted me down, i can feel a smooth surface. i still couldn't move, so i just slept.

feeling groggy, i noticed darkness. i can feel that i was inside a body bag, i can smell other corpse. i was asking myself "am i dead?" then i realized, what's the sense, everything's gone. What did i do to deserve this? fuck you Yolanda and all the other typhoons.