John

QUALITY OVER QUANTITY
I posted this topic on topics.cash and i am glad to share that i'll be inviting my daughter to join us here soon. Just waiting for her to turn 18, so it will be next year.
Meet my daughter.
Her name is Jazz.
She's 17 now. She used to be one of the reasons why i can't take a rest.
Thankful ako nakuha nya yung image ng mama nya. Haha.
Dati, naging mindset ko yung QUALITY OVER QUANTITY, so, when my first born came out of this world, i waited 1 year to check if my child will pass the quality check before proceeding to mass production 😁
Yung kapitbahay namin na suki sa mga santa cruzan bilang muse, maaga pa lang kinukuha nya na ang anak ko sa bahay. Maghapon nya yan papaliguan ng kiss.
Ayun nga, nag 1 year na. Kaya naisip ko, MASS PRODUCTION na to. Ahaha
So ayun. Jazz was born two years after my first born. Sundan ko pa sana kaso yung hirap ng buhay sumabay eh kaya nahinto ang production ko ahaha.
Happy na ako sa 2.
Pero looking forward pa sana ako sa 2 pa hahanap na lang ako ng ibang factory 😁
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2026-07-25 12:29:19 UTC

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Game na. Nagpost na ako ahaha
Bukas na po yan 😁

2026-07-24 09:09:33 UTC

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Ahaha, oo nga eh.di na namimigay ata yung owner haha

2026-07-24 07:09:37 UTC

I saw this leaf chafer beetle while waiting for the head security for safety orientation here at the site. It's been a long time since i saw one. Good thing i'll get to see as many of this for the whole 2 weeks as i will stay here until the target date.
Tulog na muna hahang may time pa.
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2026-07-24 03:03:25 UTC

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O my! Buti di mo din kilala, meaning, it's a tie! Hahaha.
Ganun naman talaga, kapag kaibigan mo, tingin mo dun bata. Ewan. Basta ganun tingin ko. Compliment yun. Pramis

2026-07-24 02:46:14 UTC

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Wala na akong gf. Haha. Matagal na. 2021 pa. Saka na mag gf pag may pera na, baka rerespetuhin na haha

2026-07-23 16:50:51 UTC

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Bukas isama ko yung cashier haha

2026-07-23 16:26:52 UTC

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Late na reply pre. Kakarating lang galig za byahe. Thanks sa repost ng kalokohan ko haha

2026-07-22 22:34:24 UTC

So ayun, nakasabay ko sa jeep ex ko tsaka bf nya. Awkward. Pasandal sandal pa sya dun sa bf nyang walang kaalam alam.
Bumaba na ako sa tapat ng gate, tsss.
Bumaba din sila.
Eh syempre tahimik lang ako. Di sya nakatiis, sabi. "Uyy, ikaw pala yan. Kumusta ka na? Ito pala boyfriend ko. Mas mabait, at di hamak mas gwapo kesa sayo"
So sabi ko. "Bat kase iniisip mong gwapo ako eh hindi naman talaga? Haha. Kinamayan ko yung guy, sabay sabi. Congrats pre at goodluck!" Sabay ngiti ako.
Nainis si ex. Galit eh. Kaya umalis ako, pumasok ako sa grocery, sumunod namam sila. Naglalambingan sa likod ko. Kahit san ako pumunta, sunod mg sunod.
Tas sabi nya. " Sinayang mo ako eh. Tayo sana ang ganto ngayon. Sabay tawa sila.
Sa inis ko. Namili ako ng S26, mga diaper, tsupon, bote, tempra,at kumg ano ano pang gamit ng baby.
Gulat sya, nagtanong. "Bat ang dami mong biniling gamit ng baby?'
Sabi ko, alam mo, numg maghiwalay tayo, nakilala ko si Anne. Ayun. Sobrang happy ko sa kanya kaya nagsama na kami at manganganak na sya bukas. Sabay ngiti ko at umalis na ako. Tulala si ex eh. Kitang kita ko sa mga mata nya yung sama ng loob.
Ako pa ba gusto nya saktan?
Nagkakamali sya!
Di nya ako kaya!
Ayun. Ngayon nandito na ako sa work, naghahanap ng mabebentahan ng mga pinamili ko para may pambayad ako sa kuryente namin. 🥹

2026-07-22 11:20:13 UTC

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Kase?

2026-07-22 07:31:59 UTC

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Kilala mo si KimmyGranger ba yun?
About sa mga wolf yung tema nun eh, sam na kaya yun? Haha

2026-07-21 13:13:13 UTC

Some people are too good at something online. But i can stand tall when it comesface to face!
Tatagay lang may intro pa ahaha
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2026-07-21 03:22:51 UTC

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Sige po ate soul. Thanks po ☺️

2026-07-21 03:21:57 UTC

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2026-07-21 00:30:31 UTC

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Ah ok, sige.
Expire na ata game natin?

2026-07-21 00:01:34 UTC

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Natry mo na to?
topics.cash/t/politics

2026-07-20 23:58:49 UTC

Skin And Soul
Chapter 12: The King of Angels
The threshold of the void was not cold. It was devoid of temperature, devoid of space, devoid of everything except an ancient, suffocating gravity.
As John crossed the threshold, the infinite darkness peeled back to reveal a sight that should have driven a mortal soul into immediate insanity. Standing in absolute formation across the vacuum were not just three sentinels, but *legions* of golden warriors, their wings unfurled like a sea of burning stars.
John stopped. He looked at the faces beneath the blinding helms. A strange, terrifying familiarity washed over him. He knew the curve of those silver shields. He knew the precise cadence of their celestial breathing. He knew them better than he knew his own name.
A voice, resonant as a striking cathedral bell, tore through the stillness of the abyss.
**"YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE... METATRON!"**
The name echoed like a shattering thunderbolt through John’s spirit.
Instantly, his soul fractured. He fell to his knees in the void, entering a violent, blinding REM state as a torrent of suppressed eternity burst through his mind. Millenniums of forgotten existence crashed over him in a fraction of a second. The machine shop, the grease, the mortal skin—it was all a paper-thin mask.
He remembered who he was.
He was Metatron. The Scribe of the Void. The King of Angels. The first voice that had ever spoken the names of the stars.
He remembered the day he had lost it all. He remembered standing before the Divine Throne, stripping off his own burning crown, throwing away his infinite dominion, and allowing his celestial grace to be stripped away until he was cast down into mortal flesh—all for one reason. All to shield Azazel, the daughter of the dark, from the absolute, unyielding wrath of the heavens. His love for her was not a three-year mortal accident; it was an eternal, cosmic truth that had survived the stripping of his divinity.
That was why he had walked through the lightning. That was why he could never give her up.
John—now Metatron—slowly stood up. He did not look like a fragile human soul anymore. Though still wearing the quiet outline of John the machinist, his eyes blazed with the terrifying, ancient authority of the Firstborn.
He looked directly at the towering Archangel at the head of the heavenly host.
"Zadkiel," Metatron’s voice resonated, no longer just human, but carrying the heavy, melodic harmonics of creation itself. "You were the Chosen One. The Angel of Mercy. The Lord of Forgiveness. Have you ever once paused to ask yourself why the Divine chose *you* to guard this domain of forgotten shadows?"
The vast host stirred, a collective gasp echoing through the ranks of light.
The lead Archangel stepped forward, his sword of liquid silver trembling slightly. **"I AM INDEED ZADKIEL,"** the voice boomed, though a fraction of its absolute certainty was gone. **"YOU REMEMBER NOW, METATRON! I AM MERCY, AND I SHOW FORGIVENESS TO THE FALLEN. BUT THE LAWS OF THE DIVINE MUST BE EXECUTED IN ORDER. SHE IS AN ABOMINATION OF ASH!"**
"Order without love is not divine," Metatron countered, taking a single, commanding step forward. "It is merely a cage."
Then, Metatron made a striking, unprecedented offer—a trade that vibrated through the foundation of the void, shaking the very armor of the heavenly host.
"I offer you the Voice of the Scribe," Metatron declared, his voice cutting through the cosmos. "I offer my eternal seat at the right hand of the Throne. I offer my complete, total annihilation from the book of life. Strip my spirit to absolute nothingness—and give Elena back."
A wave of shock rippled through the legions. Zadkiel’s blinding eyes widened.
What followed was a fierce, terrifying battle of wits and reasons between Zadkiel and the former King of Angels. They spoke not in human words, but in ancient, unfathomable concepts of law, justice, grace, and eternity. Their arguments were so blindingly complex, so deeply rooted in the primordial fabric of reality, that the surrounding legions of angels began to sway.
*Why are we guarding a void against the King of Angels?* whispered the spirits in the ranks. *If the Lord of Forgiveness cannot forgive a devil who chose love, what is the purpose of our mercy? Why are we even here?*
The doubt spread like a quiet wildfire through the heavenly host. Zadkiel felt it. Metatron felt it.
And both knew the absolute, terrifying consequence: according to the Divine Law, **no creation may ever question God.** A single moment of doubt in the divine order was the exact sin that had birthed the fallen—the exact sin that would cast every single one of those angels straight into the pit.
As the gold armor of the legions began to dim under the weight of their rising doubt, Metatron turned his eyes away from Zadkiel and looked at his former army.
"Do not fear, my old friends!" Metatron roared, his voice surging with a protective, fierce love that silenced the entire void.
"Do not question God! Do not let your light flicker! We were all brought to this moment for a reason! Clear your hearts of doubt! Let the light of God shine unhindered in your spirits!"
The angels gasped as the impending curse of doubt was instantly lifted from their hearts by Metatron's intervention. Their armor flared back into brilliant, blinding gold.
Metatron turned back to Zadkiel, standing tall, his eyes clear and absolute.
"I came here for Elena," Metatron said softly, his voice carrying the finality of a decree written in stone. "I will take her place."

2026-07-20 23:38:44 UTC

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Ganyan ka na kadesperada?

2026-07-20 23:35:53 UTC

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Di ka na nagbago. Haha
Same old ways,
Same old person

2026-07-18 10:07:01 UTC

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Oo. Nag iinput ako ng prompt, kumg ano eksena, ano pinag uusapan tapos kung saang lugar etc. basta lahat ng details na kelangan ko sa bawat chapter sinusulat ko at hinahayaan ko na lang si Gemini mag rewrite ng gawa ko

2026-07-18 09:25:46 UTC

Skin And Soul
Chapter 9: The Gates of the Abyss
He plunged through the clouds, past the mortal earth, down into the roaring, sulfurous depths of the underworld.
The heat was suffocating, a physical weight that pressed against his spirit. As John approached the towering, jagged gates of Hell—forged of black iron and weeping stone—the ground shook. From the shadows beneath the archway, three massive Hellhounds emerged. Their skin was molten, their eyes glowing like burning coals, and their jaws dripped with a burning, acidic saliva. They snarled, their terrifying fangs bared, ready to tear his soul to shreds.
But just as they lunged to devour him, the burning sky of Hell turned a bruised, violent black.
A great, terrifying voice tore through the cavernous realm, so powerful it sent the Hellhounds whimpering back into the shadows, their tails tucked. The very pillars of Hell trembled.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY DAUGHTER, AZAZEL?"
John stood his ground. Even with the heat of the pit blistering his spirit, he did not flinch. He looked up into the swirling, smoky vortex above the gates.
"I love Elena," John shouted back, his voice steady. "Please... take me to her."
The vortex shifted, and the voice boomed again, carrying a bitter, heavy weight of frustration and ancient grief.
"Azazel is not here! She was cast into a place where even Lucifer cannot tread. The Abyss of the Silent... an isolated void beyond the reach of our kind. It is heavily guarded by the Archangels of the First Order—sentinels too strong for us devils to breach. There is no path. There is no way you can go there."
John didn't hesitate. He took a step closer to the gates, his fists clenching as his spirit blazed with a fierce, stubborn light.
"Just tell me where to find the entrance," John insisted, his voice echoing over the roar of the hellfire. "Tell me where she is. I will do whatever it takes to get her back."

2026-07-18 03:08:52 UTC

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Ako pag gusto ko matawag na sir, pupunta ako mall tas lalapit ako sa guard, magtatanong konti, sir na ahaha.
Pero sige po mam. Iwasan ko na ahaha

2026-07-18 01:34:14 UTC

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Thanks MJ, ikaw din.
Check ko ulit username mo at mga games para mapaghandaan kita ahaha

2026-07-17 22:19:41 UTC

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2026-07-17 21:06:25 UTC

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Zap back lang sa mga zap mo saken before. I might as well be gone for a while, nagsigurado lang na wala akong isipin.

2026-07-17 20:26:04 UTC

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SCOPE

2026-07-17 20:25:27 UTC

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2026-07-17 14:20:40 UTC

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Some things dont work the same as that tree. Once a heart was broken, it wl never be the same

2026-07-17 13:27:59 UTC

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I think that's the whole point Neth.
It was really a legal suicide attempt.
That's why they call it 'poison'.

2026-07-17 12:57:26 UTC

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Nagbubunganga. Nagbibilamg ng ambag sa pamilya eh may ambag naman si kumpare sa kanila 😁

2026-07-17 11:29:02 UTC

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Ah ok. Mali pala ako.
20 and a half years ago

2026-07-17 11:24:22 UTC

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Dapat na siguro ako magpahinga sa kapayapaan pag ganun ano?

2026-07-17 06:08:05 UTC

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Sana lahat maging mapagbigay sa mga stray. Sana may extra sila para sa kanila. Broke na ako ahaha

2026-07-16 08:37:34 UTC

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Ahaha, hindi. Gwapo o panget parehas lang yun. Importante performance 🤣

2026-07-16 05:12:18 UTC

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Wait daw, ah, oo,,baka nga ahaha.

2026-07-16 05:06:54 UTC

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I admire your courage and perseverance for performing the most restless job on earth (mother, wife) get well soon po.♥️

2026-07-16 04:53:49 UTC

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Di na kase sya katulad dati na unli. Iniintay ko lang magpost ng tula yan eh, sasagutin ko ulit ahaha

2026-07-16 04:49:51 UTC

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Bihira talaga ako magpost Chikky. Busy kase magpanggap dito ahaha

2026-07-16 04:44:36 UTC

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Snob yan. Post and run ahahaha.
Bukas pa yan magrereply 🤣

2026-07-16 04:43:41 UTC

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Nakasampay pa din ung basahan. Siguro walang tao jan ahaha

2026-07-16 04:40:17 UTC

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Sana lang hindi na ako awayin ahaha

2026-07-16 04:36:27 UTC

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. Bihira ako magpost kaya ganun. Musta kayo? Ahaha

2026-07-16 01:29:28 UTC

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Magbabayad ka ng extra space sa platform. Subscription

2026-07-16 01:26:21 UTC

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Palagay ko nga yung meow nya saken mura yun eh. After kumain, tumawid na ulit sa kabilang bakod. Alam na dis ahaha

2026-07-16 01:13:21 UTC

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Mabait? Ako? Hmmm, siguro pag nag scatter ka na sa link ko,yun mabait na talaga ako nun ahaha

2026-07-16 01:07:20 UTC

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Pag tulog siguro ahaha

2026-07-16 01:05:55 UTC

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Good morning Michelle. Oo nga. Buti na lamg talaga naka survive sya.
Thanks sa pagbisita, good morning ☺️

2026-07-16 01:03:30 UTC

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Ay, hindi ako umaabot sa ganun kase pag ramdam ko may amats na, natutulog na ako nun kaya ok pa ako paggising sa umaga

2026-07-16 00:58:39 UTC

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Di ko po sigurado mommy. Basta 2020 bigla ko naisip na gusto din ng mga hayop mabuhay. Yun na ung simula ng pag aalaga ko sa mga stray.

2026-07-16 00:52:52 UTC

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Kinausap ko na. Sabi ko tigilan na ahaha,
Ayaw daw 😁

2026-07-16 00:49:23 UTC

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Oo nga. Nakakatamad gumala. Mas gusto ko pa manood ng movies o kaya matulog.
Pero syempre. Mas gusto ko pa uminom mag isa. Walang kaagaw sa tagay at pulutan ahaha

2026-07-16 00:28:27 UTC

Chimping Pogi.
Ang pinaka malapit saken sa lahat ng mga alaga ko. Akala ko kase mamamatay sya nung baby pa,
Ganun pala talaga yung isang ina, alam nyang hindi nya kayang gamutin ang anak nya kaya dinala nya yan saken, nilagay ko sa isang karton na may mga malinis na basahan. Dun ko sya inalagaan,,tinimplahan ko ng dextrose powder at gatas. Hirap kase sya kumain. Nung malakas na sya, binibilhan ko ng isda, manok, atay, at kung ano ano pa. Sa lap ko yan natutulog pag tanghali. Napakabait nya.kaya lang, pogi eh, ayun nang chix kaya nangayayat na ahaha.
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2026-07-15 22:46:04 UTC

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Akalain mo, naka 1 month na pala.
Sa Walter ba mag celebrate? Haha
Congrats tsaka goodluck sa journey

2026-07-15 18:45:11 UTC

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Naku nga. Tagay pa tayo sir! Ahaha

2026-07-15 14:07:20 UTC

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Kay Anlog ngani. Pqgbaba ko sa Lawa kaliwa papunta Binan, ramdam ko taga Grand Seville to. Ahaha. Tama ba yung grand seville?

2026-07-15 14:01:04 UTC

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Aba, ahaha. Nawala na ang sir ahaha.
Thanks Mary☺️ pag yaman ko, pramis, di ka mawawalan

2026-07-15 13:57:51 UTC

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Ahaha, alam mo ba kumg bakit?
Kase pag hindi tender juicy, hindi inuubos ng mga bata ahaha. Oo na inulit ko

2026-07-15 13:56:12 UTC

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Ewan ko sayo ahaha. Pero naaappreciate ko presence nyo po mam ☺️ thank you po

2026-07-15 13:54:44 UTC

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Hala, por jus por santo ekwals eyt! Anong lapit ah ah..
Dyuskopo.
.ay wag mo ako ipapasumbi sa iyong naiibig ha? Ay baka mamaya eh punggal ang bag ang ko?

2026-07-15 13:51:59 UTC

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Umiinom ulit ako para di ka madisappoint ahaha

2026-07-15 13:45:22 UTC

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Ambot ahaha.
Sumali ka naman sa Sabado sa live audio. Pag usapan natin kung san pwede ilipat lugar nyo malapit sa Laguna ahaha

2026-07-15 13:41:42 UTC

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Yan na naman sya may sir na naman. Ambot 🙄

2026-07-15 04:16:47 UTC

Skin And Soul
Chapter 8: The Great Divide
The transition from flesh to spirit was not a journey, but a sudden shattering.
Elena’s soul did not sink to the sulfurous depths of the Lower Realm. The heavens had decreed a more absolute punishment for a devil who dared to love a mortal. She was cast into the Abyss of the Silent—a void existing entirely outside the spirit realm. It was an endless, suffocating vacuum where light could not travel and time had no meaning.
Here, in the freezing dark, she was shackled among the ancient terrors: the fallen Watchers, bound in everlasting chains, and the towering, hollow husks of the Nephilim. They did not speak; they only drifted in the quiet madness of the void. Elena floated among them, her great midnight wings broken, her golden eyes dim, staring into the dark, whispering a single name that no one could hear.
John.
But John’s spirit had not fallen. Because he had died under the raw strike of divine lightning, his soul—unblemished by malice and filled with a pure, selfless love—was drawn straight upward.
He passed the silver gates, bypassing the choirs of angels, until he stood in a space of infinite, quiet white. There was no throne, no blinding fire. There was only a presence—immense, ancient, and peaceful.
A voice, deeper than the oceans yet as calm as a morning breeze, echoed from everywhere and nowhere.
"Why are you here, John?"
John stood tall. Even as a spirit, he carried the rugged stubbornness of the machinist he had been. He looked into the vastness and replied, "You brought me here. Why ask?"
The presence rippled with a quiet, solemn patience. "I brought you here because you threw your life away for a creature of the dark. You ask why it is so hard to forgive her. You do not understand the balance, mortal. Azazel was created from the ash of rebellion. Her very nature is destruction. To allow a demon to mingle with the dust of humanity is to let the flame consume the soil. The boundaries were set to protect you, not to punish you."
"She didn't destroy me," John said, his voice ringing with absolute conviction. "She saved me. She loved me. If she was made of ash, she chose to be light. If your laws can't see that, then your laws are broken."
John stepped forward, his spirit burning with determination. "Send me to her. I beg you. Let me be with her."
The vastness grew incredibly still. "Even in the realm of the spirit, that is forbidden. You are a soul of the light; she has been cast into the outer dark, where no light may ever go. Your paths are severed, John. Forever."
"If I can't be with her in your heaven," John said, his eyes cold and resolved, "then I don't want to be here."
The presence did not argue. With a quiet, heavy sigh that sounded like the rustle of autumn leaves, the white space dissolved.
John fell.

2026-07-13 20:41:27 UTC

Magulong Isipan
Ni John
Minsang inisip kong di dapat isipin ang mga isipin,
Na di ko maisip na kayang isipin ng isip kong angkin!
Sa pag iisip ko'y aking naisipang pag isipan na rin,
Kung maiisip kong pag isipang tunay ng isip na magaling!
Habang iniisip ang mga isipin ay naisipan ko,
Huwag nang mag isip upang ang isapa'y hindi na malito,
Di ko naisipang kung di ko isiping pag isipan ito,
Ay di maiisip na di ko naisip na nag isip ako.
Magulong isipang hindi nag iisip ng isipang tama,
At sa pag iisip sa mga isipin ay nababahala,
Lubos mang isipin na pinag isipan ang kilos at gawa,
Di mo maiisip sa rurok ng isip kung nag isip ka nga!
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2026-07-13 11:59:17 UTC

Skin And Soul
Chapter 5: The Same Soul
The fiery sword vanished, dissolving into sparks.
Azazel’s legs completely gave out. She collapsed heavily onto the cold, damp asphalt, panting in ragged, agonizing gasps. The wound in her shoulder burned with holy poison; her beautiful midnight wings lay broken and torn against the dirty ground.
Then, she heard the sound. Footsteps. Slow, cautious, dragging across the pavement.
John.
A panic far more violent than the physical agony of her wounds seized her chest. The illusion was gone. The plain, kindhearted Elena was dead, replaced by the monster before him. Azazel squeezed her golden eyes shut, hot, heavy tears spilling down her dark, scaled cheeks. She turned her face away, burying her horned head in her clawed hands, unable to face the disgust, the screaming, or the sound of him running away.
The footsteps stopped right beside her.
Azazel braced herself for the blow, or the scream.
Instead, a hand touched her wounded shoulder. It was trembling, but it didn't pull away. The touch was warm—the exact same warmth she had felt at the market, the same warmth she had watched over from the shadows for years.
John knelt in the black blood, entirely ignoring the terrifying horns and the monstrous size of her. With a strained grunt, he wrapped his arms around her massive, trembling torso, pulling her heavy head gently against his chest.
"John... no," she choked out, her voice a heavy, melodic rasp that sounded like breaking glass. "Look at me... I am a devil. I lied to you. I am the very thing your kind fears."
John didn't let go. He tightened his grip, his own tears wetting the dark feathers of her shoulders. He reached up, his rough, human fingers gently but firmly pulling her hands away from her face, forcing her to look at him.
His eyes were wide, and his face was pale with shock—yes. But beneath the shock, burning brighter than her hellfire, was an ocean of unwavering, fierce love. He gently wiped a dark, steaming tear from her golden eye.
"I know," John whispered, his voice shaking but completely certain. "I know what you are."
Azazel stared at him, bewildered. "You... you know?"
John offered a small, broken smile, leaning his forehead against her dark brow, right between her horns. "I'm a machinist, Elena. I notice details. I remember the cool breeze in my room on the hottest nights when I was completely alone. I remember waking up feeling safe when the rest of the world felt terrifying. I knew someone was watching over me. I just didn't know how beautiful she was."
Fresh tears streamed down Azazel's face, hissing as they hit the pavement. "I am a monster, John."
"You fought your own kind to keep me safe," John said softly, kissing her cheek, entirely unfazed by the indigo scales. "You bled for me. You loved me when I was just a stranger working in a shop. Skin changes, Elena. Forms change. But the soul doesn't."
He held her securely against his heart, his hands resting on her back.
"You will always be the same woman I love," he vowed into the quiet night. "Whether you have wings of ash or a smile of a mortal. I'm not going anywhere."
As the first faint rays of the morning sun began to bleed over the city skyline, painting the alley in shades of gold, the devil in his arms finally let go of her ancient sorrow. She wrapped her wounded wings around him, burying her face into the crook of his neck, finally safe in the light.

2026-07-13 04:41:54 UTC

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Hindi, tulungan ko sya magbenta sana

2026-07-12 23:59:48 UTC

Isang pusa ang namataang nagtitinda ng ulam sa isang lugar sa Calamba Laguna.
Ayon sa mga nakasaksi,
Dakong alas 4 ng madaling ay nagsimula na itong magtinda at sa dami ng naaliw, sila ay napilitang bumili ng mga paninda nyang ulam.
Sikat na sikat ang pusang ito dahil sya ay pogi, katulad ng meari. 😁
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2026-07-12 10:34:54 UTC

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Hmmmmm ahahaha.
Namiss ko lang emoji mo saken ahahaha
🤪🤪🤪🤪

2026-07-12 10:23:54 UTC

♟️ I'm looking for a chess opponent! Come play BCH Chess on bchnostr.com/chess

2026-07-12 07:01:51 UTC

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Ahaha ok. Maganda kaya yun, magkapatid sila di ba?
May pm ako sayo pala

2026-07-11 09:56:08 UTC

This really happened to me so i posted it on Tangled last year. Haha.
I was on my way to work this morning when I happened to pass by the fruit stall and decided to buy some pears.
"Good morning, Ate Ganda! Magkano Po sa pears?" I asked.
I saw her face blushing and she playfully replied, "hmmm. Kuya ha! Tinawag mo pa talaga akong maganda. Totoo ba Yan??
Ilan Po?
I smiled and said, "Ikaw naman, di ka na mabiro .. 2 lang!"
Then I realized it was his father beside me throwing a straight right into my face and the rest was history.
Not a good start of the week for me 😢
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2026-07-11 07:11:18 UTC

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Syempre, kukumpas kumpas ka pa ng kamay pag eexplain akala mo nag pa flag ceremony kayo eh di ka naman kita ng kausap mo 🙄🙄🙄

2026-07-11 04:28:43 UTC

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♟️ undefined (move 9)

2026-07-11 02:05:45 UTC

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Ganto na saken haha.
Logout login ginawa ko para makita yung actual
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2026-07-11 01:56:30 UTC

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Oo nga pala, april, basta april 13 haha. Sige sige. Salamat. Haha.
Maglaba na, gusto mo pasideline mo saken yan, tas bayaran mo na lang ako 🤣

2026-07-11 01:41:22 UTC

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Limited ang post scroll dito eh, pero check ko sa amethyst

2026-07-10 23:46:12 UTC

Late upload!
Why is it so hard for me to spend even a single penny of what I earn on this platform?
It’s because of them. (Stray)
Around here, everyone is supposed to have a chance to make money. Anyone who joins a community and gets involved can get paid. But in reality, it often feels like high school all over again. Some people only choose to support their own close circle of friends, trading "zaps" back and forth just with each other while ignoring everyone else. It’s a closed loop, and if you aren't in the inner circle, you can feel practically invisible.
I’ve always tried to be generous, just like I was back in the Noise.cash days. I used to like, upvote, or comment on almost every single post that crossed my screen because I know how much a little encouragement means. But even though this platform has grown so fast on paper, it still feels like an empty, lonely space for a lot of users.
It’s disheartening to see someone try their best to join a conversation, sharing their genuine thoughts, only to get completely ignored. It feels incredibly ironic when people constantly preach about "community" and "engagement," but they never actually practice it with the everyday users who are trying to grow.
I’m not trying to attack anyone specific here, and this isn't a hate post. I just want to give my readers an honest look at what’s really going on behind the scenes.
The real reason I hold onto every single cent I make isn't out of greed. It's because of the stray animals I care for. They completely rely on me for their next meal, and they don't understand how algorithms or platform politics work—they just know they are hungry. The little bit I earn here is already stretched to the absolute limit, and it's barely enough to cover their food and medicine.
But knowing that my hard work directly changes their lives gives me a reason to keep pushing forward. Even if the digital world feels cold or transactional at times, the love and survival of these strays make every effort worth it. My earnings might be small, but the purpose behind them is huge—and that is what keeps me going.
To everyone else out there who feels unseen but is still trying their best for the things that truly matter: keep going. I wish you all the best of luck on your own journey here. May your hard work always find its way to the right people, and may we all find the success we need to take care of those who depend on us. Stay strong, and good luck!
https://litter.catbox.moe/mz3b1x.mp4

2026-07-10 22:52:58 UTC

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Depende sa mood haha. Loaded pa ako ng gawa kaya di ko pa alam,,balik ako dito pag pwede na

2026-07-10 22:50:08 UTC

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Sali ka mamaya sa live Audio ko ha?

2026-07-10 22:46:00 UTC

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Ok, goodluck sa maghapon. Good morning 😊

2026-07-10 22:07:24 UTC

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Kaya ngani haha. May pasok ka ba?

2026-07-10 13:31:02 UTC

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Hmmm. Let me sleep first. It's been 38 hours now

2026-07-10 13:28:07 UTC

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Dont worry we can play another game

2026-07-10 13:26:32 UTC

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Thanks Natalia. Your chances of winning is 90%

2026-07-10 13:23:50 UTC

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♟️ undefined (move 49)

2026-07-10 13:22:41 UTC

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♟️ undefined (move 45)

2026-07-10 13:20:53 UTC

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♟️ undefined (move 39)

2026-07-10 11:05:40 UTC

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Madami naman karton dito kaya ok lang, hihiga na lang mamaya konti. Amtok na talaga sa pagod

2026-07-10 11:01:15 UTC

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Ewan ko lang, basta wasak mukha ko. Sobrang layo na sa dati.

2026-07-10 10:59:13 UTC

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Pag matuloy baka sa Lamao kami tumira. Para malapit lang sa work. Pero depende pa din. Haha..gabi na. Ayaw pa tumila. Antok na ko. Haha.

2026-07-10 10:57:13 UTC

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Ahaha. Pero mas ok naman din yan kung ganun nga amg meaning. Atleast maaga pa alam na nya ahaha

2026-07-10 10:49:51 UTC

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Napansin ko lang yung mii yuuu
Meron dalawang "i' pero 3 ang "u".
Naisip ko lang, siguro, dalawang effort mo, dapat 3 sa kanya ahahahaha peace na agad 🤣

2026-07-10 10:47:30 UTC

♟️ I'm looking for a chess opponent! Come play BCH Chess on bchnostr.com/chess

2026-07-10 10:41:40 UTC

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Malay ba natin ahaha.
Pero siguro matutuloy un ng maaga. Ewan ko lang din. Pero sana. Nag iisang pag asa sa buhay. Hhaha

2026-07-10 10:24:04 UTC

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Hayaan mo na, sanay na din naman.
Pero sana tumila na, yung mga aso ko pala haha

2026-07-10 10:16:51 UTC

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Oo eh, last meal ko kagabi mga 830pm, tas pag skip ko ngayon, bukas pa ulit gabi kain haha