Ordinary Fairy Tale


What happens when Prince Charming is not charming anymore? What if he’s not a prince after all? What if he’s just an average Joe?

But he really loves the Princess who was:

a) Cursed by the evil Witch
b) Locked up in a tower, guarded by a vicious fire-breathing Dragon
c) Kidnapped by a sinister Wizard who plans to marry her and make her the mother of his evil offsprings

If our hero was just an ordiinary guy:

a) Would his kiss be magical to wake up Sleeping Beauty?
b) Would he be brave enough to seek the tower where the Damsel in Distress was imprisoned and slay the Dragon?
c) Would he be able to thwart the evil plans of the Wizard, just in time for him and the Princess to sing their theme song while flying on a magical carpet?

“Love can make an ordinary man do extraordinary things”


Fiction: Break-Even


The theme for this week’s The Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge is The Sound of Silence.  I am a person who is not afraid to say what I feel, especially in cases wherein it is important to say something.  The last thing you need in this life is regret.

For this post I want to challenge myself by focusing on the idea of leaving something unsaid and the regret that comes with it (something that I haven’t felt in a while).


Isn’t it sad how much effort you put into forgetting someone? You go to different places, you meet up with friends, you do everything and anything possible just to be ok. You drown yourself in work, watch tons of dvds, play with whatever console you have, just to remove that person in your head. But at the end of the day, it’s still her.

It’s been three months since she left for France. She’s my best friend… and then some… but like what she would always tells me “you’re more than a best friend to me.”… she was more than a best friend to me… I understood why she had to leave, it’s for her dreams and her family. What I did not understand was the way she left me. It was days before she left. I really blame the tequila, but more than the tequila I blame the kiss… because of that, all the emotions that I have been trying to bury resurfaced.

I loved her. I love her. She loved me, but not as much. She wanted an open relationship, I wanted exclusivity. I did not choose her, I chose someone else, who eventually made me regret. It was a mistake of epic proportions. I wish I held on and gave it time. I wish I gave her a reason to stay. I should have said those three words…

Now, I feel stupid for feeling these things. I mean there’s no sense. She won’t come back. She won’t come back in a long time. Time will soon erase what we had. Time is a difficult enemy to have. It’s hard when you want to fight for it and hope, but there is nothing you can do but let go. All I’m left with are unnecessary emotions and the good memories tattooed in my head (and in my heart).

Fiction: My Serendipitous Valentine


For this week’s The Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge, we are to write about Valentine’s Day. Personally, I believe the holiday/event is just for commercialism’s sake and I strongly believe that love can be celebrated any given day. Nevertheless, I opened myself up to the challenge and I wanted to challenge my creativity and writing skills.

I am a How-I-Met-Your-Mother (HIMYM) fan. The story revolves around the adventures and misadventures of Ted in finding his eventual wife. It tackles the ups and downs of romantic relationships and everything in between, which, almost everyone can relate to.

I decided to make a story that is HIMYM-inspired and Valentine’s-themed.

The Girl with the White Hat on

This is the story of how we met.

It happened on this day ten years ago (If I remember correctly, it was around 2:00am). I was in our favorite hang-out place with two good friends dancing my heart out (and clearly tipsy). It was a dance borne out of frustration, frustrations I had with dating and not finding the one.

Note: Yes, I am that type of guy, who believes in the one, fairytales, happily ever afters. A classic hopeless romantic who invests emotions, who later on finds out that he invested in watered stocks.

I was having a good time but my frustration-hands-in-the-air-dance was interrupted. I saw a friend, well an ex-friend, who I am not in good terms with. I literally panicked and asked my friend to hide me, he in turn told me he saw a former classmate. So in an attempt to conceal my presence, I went with my friend to say hi to this former classmate, Patrice.

Note: Before we went in the bar I told my friends I don’t want to meet anyone as I was supposed to take a break from the dating scene. Once again destiny would play another joke on me. The only difference is, this time it’s a good one.

As I danced with Patrice, I found out that she graduated from a prestigious state university, she works as an events coordinator, she did OT that Friday night and other information you can find in a CV (HR initial interview?..haha). In an attempt to ease my discomfort with seeing her dance with a hat on (it was getting quite hot and humid), I told her “Remove your hat.” It took a while before she removed it and once she did I was stunned. When she got tired from dancing, I saw it as an opportunity to further conceal my presence from the aforementioned friend. So I asked Patrice if she’d like to step out for a while and we did (it was around 4:00am).

Outside we got to know each other better. We talked about our families, educational background, past relationships, I even sang to her (Mr. Brightside and Use Somebody.. I think she somehow got impressed). We talked for two whole hours.

Instant chemistry.

Who would have thought that a means of hiding can turn into something meaningful, an unexpected meeting can turn into romance, that God would answer my prayers with a girl wearing a white hat dancing in a bar (who turned out to be sweet, kind-hearted and cute in many ways).

I will always find joy in reminiscing how we met, for it was…

Destiny. Serendipity. Tadhana.

The Poet in Me Died: A Repost

This is in relation to the Daily Post Weekly Challenge: 1,000 Words.  Out of the four photos taken, the one below appealed to me the most.  Entitled “Contemplation”, it evoked a memory of my past – my first heartbreak and the birth of a poem based on this experience.

The Poet in Me Died
by Carl Galang

Words don’t make sense anymore,
The waves depart farther from the shore.
Emotions that were once all mine,
Decided to bury itself in time.

Promises now become lies,
Forever becomes a vague picture.
Tears start flowing from my eyes,
The truth now becomes torture.

Words now cease to rhyme,
Songs start to lose its meaning.
The light you once found in me refuses to shine,
I am now void of all feelings.

The heart now numbs and becomes sober,
Denying that thoughts of you still linger.
The questions still remain unanswered,
Nothings real until you realize it’s all over.

I crash and burn
Tired to hope and yearn
The heart and mind collide
The poet in me died.