V.

Gusto ko na yatang mag-change ng genre. 
          Sci-fi. Apocalypse. Dystopian. Utopian. 
          Yung psychological, halong thriller. 
          Yung horror, pero hindi about entities.
          Devastations in war.
          Like "Poppy War by R.F Kuang" .
          Mga gano'ng tipo.
          
          Sigh.
          Totoo nga siguro na kapag tumatanda ka na, nababawasan din ang kilig mo sa katawan. 
          Like legit. 
          Ramdam ko na. 
          Hindi na ako kinikilig. Haha. 
          Like lately, mas nag-e-enjoy na akong magbasa at manood ng philosophical books at series. 

Minsan kapag binabalikan ko ang mga sinulat ko years ago, napapangiti ako. Pero madalas napapatanong, “Ako ba talaga gumawa nito?”
          
          Siguro gano'n nga kapag matagal ka nang nagsusulat. Habang tumatagal, nag-iiba ang pananaw. Hindi lang sa buhay, kundi pati sa paraan ng pagkukuwento. 
          
          Sa mga matagal nang nagbabasa rito, baka mapansin ninyo ang pagbabago ko. Hindi ko naman tinalikuran ang dati. Bahagi pa rin ’yon ng kung sino ako bilang manunulat. At kung ano man ang maisusulat ko ngayon, dala ko pa rin lahat ng natutunan ko mula roon.
          
          Salamat sa patuloy na pagbabasa.

Some assume I'm a doctor by profession, but the truth is far less merciful. I’m a butcher. I deal in flesh, not healing—just like a writer who dissects the human heart only to show how easily it bleeds.

Think twice before breaking someone’s heart—there are kinds of love that only come once in a lifetime.

I don’t write to be safe. I write to provoke thought. Even if my work lives in morally gray spaces, I don’t mind being hated—so long as I’m remembered as an author who dares to challenge the norm. That has always been my purpose.

Finally... tapos na. 
          Natapos ko na rin. 
          Now I feel like... empty. 
          Feel ko tapos na rin ang purpose ko rito.
          So...
          Can I disappear now?
          

If you had to choose, would you rather lose your past memory, or be unable to make new ones? 

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I want to write beyond comfort. I'd like to explore the edges of the human mind—where belief cracks, morality bends, and truth becomes something dangerous. Real life isn't always kind, and neither are the stories that matter to me.
          
          I'm always drawn to challenge everything I think I know—morality, belief, and even the fragile psychology of being human. Tapos na ako sa magagaan na konsepto. The world we live in is far from soft. It's dark, unforgiving, and brutally honest.
          
          Hinahanap ko yung mga kwento na hindi lang basta nagpapakilig, kundi nang-uunat ng kaluluwa. Yung tipong may madilim na narratives na kumakalabit sa utak, dahan-dahang umuukit sa isip at nag-iiwan ng isang tanong: 
          
          Hanggang saan ba ang hangganan ng isang tao?
          
          I want stories that drag me into the abyss, where morality loosens at the seams and I start questioning not just the characters, but myself. 
          Stories that linger like a bruise long after the last page.
          Those are the stories I chase—bold, haunting, psychologically, and unmistakably human.

Ilang taon ding nanahimik ang mundo ko rito. Umabot pa sa point na binura ko ang mga kwento dahil sa kawalan ng pag-asa. Akala ko hindi na ako makakabalik. Pero ngayon? Sh*t. Ngayon na lang ulit umingay ang utak ko sa mga nobelang kinakatha. Ang sarap nilang pakinggan. Kahit weird sa ibang sabihin, parang kinakausap ulit ako ng mga character na binibigyan ko ng buhay dito. 
          
          Through my thoughts. 
          Through my words. 
          They want to redeem themselves... at kasama nila ako. 
          
          Hindi ko alam kung paano ko nabitawan ang sarili kong apoy, pero ramdam ko na ngayon... bumabalik na ako sa daloy. Bumabalik na 'yong Vaine na nalulunod sa imaginations. Yung Vaine na may lalim, may kwento, may sariling rason. At yung Vaine na gustong... mabuhay ulit.