Author: Carmie Dulguime

I started this digital journal initially for self-expression -- because this is what I do. I write for my profession and for my passion. Then it dawned on me that what I was doing was selfish. I found new inspiration in Proverbs 31:8: Speak for those who cannot speak; seek justice for all those on the verge of destruction. Through the years, I have met people from various walks of life with stories that deserve to be told. Unfortunately, not all of them have the gift of gab. So I presented myself to them, giving them the voice that they need to share their stories. Stories that inspire, cry out, reach out, provide unspoken truth.

Bakit mo sya mahal?

Para ‘to sa mga tao’ng in-love pero tuliro. Lalo na yung mga bata pa. Yung akala mo dala na ang kasalanan ng buong sangkatauhan sa bigat ng problema nila sa pag-ibig. Yung mga inis sa minamahal pero di naman magawang iwanan. Bakit mo sya mahal in the first place? Kasi may nararamdaman ka’ng kuryente pag…

What’s up, Mr. Long Hair?

I’m not exactly in the best of moods lately, but your story has gathered a couple of fans already so I guess I owe them an update about you. I saw you again last week about a little past 8. Your long hair has been freed from its pony (I believe I failed to mention…

Conversation no. 6: stubborn optimist

I picked up this phrase, “stubborn optimist”, from my meeting with McCann. I liked it. I found the right phrase that would best describe how I am even when life has beaten me to a pulp. Until someone tried to rain on my parade…in vain. Hahaha to you, my friend! ME (posted as my YM…

tale from an insomniac

I’m not sure, but I think I’m between sleep and consciousness… wherever that may be. I know that I am lying on my right side, my favorite sleeping position. I am hugging my bolster, with an extra pillow snuggled against my back. My feet are resting on top of my small Mickey Mouse pillow. Yes,…

Eve of Easter

I stared at the tea candle I was holding. I thought of my troubled family and friends. The flickering light in my hand seemed not enough to save them from misery, but when I raised my head and saw the rest of the congregation holding their bigger candles, I felt small but important. Before going…