My Atheist Boyfriend

My Atheist Boyfriend

My Atheist Boyfriend


May takot sa Diyos si Naomi. Active siya sa kanilang church at isa rin siyang cell leader ng mga kabataan. Mabait. Maganda. Matalino at abot langit ang kanyang pananampalataya. Hinahangaan din ng lahat. Ang di alam ng karamihan, si Naomi ay may sekretong tinatago, ang kanyang pakikipagrelasyon sa boyfriend niyang si Josh Boaz — isang antipatikong businessman. HIndi naman sa tinatago talaga, pero malimit lang ang nakakaalam nito.

Bakit nga ba tinatago ni Naomi ang pakikipagrelasyon sa kasintahan? Dahil si Josh ay isang certfified ATHEIST! Eh pano ba yan? Posible bang magkatuluyan ang isang believer at non-believer? O baka naman may planong nakalaan si Lord para sa dalawang nilalang?

Subaybayan ang panibagong drama ng mga kababaihang Christians.


Annie Laurie, a Narrative Poem: Part 1


Arranged and written by Jenine Silos
Synopsis: Annie and Laurie are inseparable sisters. One man comes in and shatters it all. One is faithful, one is not. One believes, the other disbelieves. Can faith really move the mountains? Will the last be the first, and the first the last?


  • Little Annie
  • Laurie
  • Andrei
  • Lawrence
  • Ted and Jenny
  • Human Dolls
  • Ben the Kitty
  • Factory Workers
  • Narrator

There on the city boundary,
A house lies so small and gloomy.
Detached from the Triumph,
In all its glory and people,
A sister awaits a sister.

Sat in the usual chair,
A girl with the red hair,
Holds a doll called Jenny.

Now, she, Jenny, a toy ballerina,
Smiles at Ted held next to her.
Now, he, Ted, a toy joker,
Is a joker with evil stare.

A cat named Ben, fat and cheeky,
Nestled down below her chair.
He gives no sound,
He gives no yawn,
He is but a plastic darling.

The girl named Annie,
Sings in joy, sometimes in agony.
She plays with toys, indulged in fantasy.
Every day it is that way,
Boring her until one day…

Today again, like yesterday,
I sit alone. Waiting, dreaming, playing.
In this prison room, with Ted and Jenny, saying “hi” to me.
“Hey, Annie! You look lovely,” says Ben, my plastic kitty.
Inside this room, I take refuge, where everything is make-believe!

Little Annie, wild in thought and fantasy,
Starts to dance in merry.
In her world inside her thought,
Her toys her only friends.

In a routine they all dance,
She, the prima donna, and Jenny the ballerina.
Ted owns a magic booth,
With decisive tricks Ben is humored.

Welcome you, welcome guests!
Welcome all imaginary friends!
Here’s a world, here’s a place,
Full of fun and full of lies.

Like yesterday, I stand in awe.
Watching, wondering, imagining.
Sometimes I sew, sometimes I chew.
I read, I write, and sing a song, too!

Welcome you, welcome guests!
Come and greet me at your ease!
Here’s a world, here’s a place,
A prison of protection,
My Sanctuary it is called.

A cheerful world she creates.
Our little Annie is desperate.
She will soon realize,
Illusion is just a lie.

Oh, Ted, how long shall we wait?
Oh, Jenny, why don’t you speak?
Hey, Ben, stop that thought!
Danger is not the word.
Oh please, stop it all, she’s alright after all!

Little Annie becomes worried,
A routine she has done,
But her sister is still gone.
So when a knock is heard,
In delight she shortly cries.

Oh, Laurie, she is here!
How lovely must it be?!

Excited Annie runs to the door,
And with haste she opens it.
There beside the posts,
A woman masks in beauty,
Hair that is long and black,
She’s dressed in a simple garment,
And shines with a pretty smile.

She holds a grip bag,
With loveliness she greets her.
Though she is tired,
She overcomes for Annie.

I’m home, little Annie!
I’m home, my little darling.

My dearest Laurie!

A greeting kiss you owe to me.
Now that is sweet!
Oh, your hair is lovely!
Oh dear little Annie,
Forgive this heedless sister,
Your wait must be long.

Ten hours Laurie!

Oh, little you, so patient and kind.
A reward you must deserve!
Come and look,
A present I bring with me.

Presents I don’t deserve!
Only you that I need.
But Laurie may I ask?
What’s inside the bag?

Open it and you shall see.
Skillfully it is made,
Exclusively for Annie.

A doll?! Her face so little and white,
Her eyes so blue, huge and smart,
Her lips a pale pumpkin!
Her hair is red and it curls like a thread!
Tell me, Laurie dear, is it you who made it?

How brilliant must it be,
If talent is bestowed upon me!
Assemble was all I did,
A friend of mine has made it.

Do I know this person?
Have I met her?
My face, my dress, my smile,
Exactly she has nailed it!
Tell me, Laurie,
How it all happened?
Have I not gone past behind the door?

Alas, little Annie!
Andrei you have not met.
Describing you to him, is all that he need.
Dolls he makes a lot, a true genius of it!

A gentleman!
Is your friend not a woman?
Is this not a curious thing?
You speak of a man, is this not the first?

A good friend he is, no more no less.
A man without fear, except the one he calls God.
If you remain patient, and obey what I always say,
You will meet him in no delay!

Exciting shall it be!
Do you plan to marry?!

Marry!—a heavy word you say!
Oh little Annie, my little Annie,
You think too much, but you shall not!

Oh Laurie, tell me so, why should I not?
Kind and beautiful, Laurie you are that!
Sooner than you think, a man will like you, is this not normal?

Little Annie, so innocent and shy,
There are things yourself shall not bother.
Andrei is only a good friend of mine.

This gentleman, mysteriously genius,
Curiosity he kicks in me!
Laurie please, let me see,
Your sister is thankful, I shall soon—*cough

Annie, you are sick!
And you keep it to yourself,
And here I talk, taking heed I didn’t !

It is only a cough.

Even so, come, you must now rest.
Tell me, little Annie, did you sing while I was out?

Little Annie nods in respect,
And with Laurie’s assistance,
She is now in bed.
Let the reader understand,
Our little Annie is not a healthy one.
Confined in a gloomy room,
Unconnected to everyone.

Laurie shuts her from the world,
Unknown to the city of Triumph,
Laurie fears the city’s culture,
Annie’s body would not endure,
And Annie knows it all.

She does not say all the words,
For Laurie’s sake her lips are mute,
But she is a lonely soul,
And Annie knows it all.

End of Part 1.

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When I’m bored, I’m productive.

Daily Prompt entry~

Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your most productive time of day? When do you do your best work?

I’m a night owl woman, but I’m not always productive at nights. Ironic. Honestly, I am most productive at dawn, I can write up to 2 poems or conceptualize ideas in just one sitting. However, when I’m bored, really, really bored, my brain is then overly productive—why? Well, I’m bored and because of it I can easily make something out of nothing from those things around me.

5 major reasons why I get bored–

  1. Alone in the house or no one to talk to.
  2. Nothing to do that amuses me–no new movies, activities, etc.
  3. When “what I am doing now is what I did yesterday and previous days.”
  4. If there is no food or anything to eat
  5. Wednesdays–within a week, this is my most boring day for no apparent reason.

And so, when I get bored, my brain is amazingly active. Like, for example, when I have no one to talk to, I’ll just sit and face my boyfriend–computer, and start writing. It doesn’t matter whether I’m writing a new story, or continuing my unfinished novels, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a poem or an amateur lyric, what matters is that I’ve got to write something up or I’ll die in boredom–figuratively, of course.

In a way, there is a good disadvantage when I’m bored, because it automatically means I’m writing something good. But on the second thought, there is one disadvantage when I’m bored, and that is, I easily laugh at little things and I can’t get myself to stop.

Like what happened yesterday night, I was bored in our class because I was hungry, and I just laughed silently because I suddenly thought of our professor as “fried chicken” and my friend said to me, “Oh no, Jenine get a hold of yourself.”

“I’m bored.” I replied, restraining my laughs. “And it’s very dangerous when I’m bored.”

Because my brain is hyperly active.

NanoWrimo CountDown

Alright, I know it’s quite too early for a countdown to NanoWrimo. The National Novel Writing Month is still seven months from now, but I just feel like promoting this novel writing event for some good, boring reasons–

  • My sister’s not at home.
  • I don’t know what to write but I feel like I have to write something.
  • I’m hungry and it makes me think about NaNoWrimo.

Lame reasons, right? Anyway, this novel writing challenge might not be new to some bloggers around WordPress, but for the sake of those people who don’t, let me first define you what’s this event all about.

National Novel Writing Month

What is NaNoWrimo?

It stands for National Novel Writing Month. It is a writing challenge wherein you have to write a 50,000 words within a month for each year–in this case, always in the month of November.

As long as you have completed a 50,000 words at the end of November, you are considered a WINNER–hooray. Now as a winner of NaNoWrimo, you will gain lots of benefits. Prizes vary every year, depending upon the sponsors. Below are some of the winner goodies–

  • Your free printed copies of your book, sponsored by CreateSpace
  • Free proof copy of your First Edition Hardcover from
  • Writing softwares
  • Free eBooks
  • And other writing goodies

I’ve been participating in this novel writing for three years straight, ever since year 2011. I’ve been a WINNER ever since. Unfortunately, I never completed any of the books I wrote–only having to come up with more than 50,000 words. Admittedly, I regret having wasted all my winner goodies. I pray tell, however, that this year’s writing novel I can make up to 50,000 words again–and this time I hope I won’t waste the goodies again.

I will try to upload the three novels that I’ve written the previous years, they’re not yet completed but, I will post them chapter by chapter I think. It is such a waste to just junk them all. Will keep you all posted if you are interested.

If you are planning to join this year’s National Novel Writing Month, please let me know and leave messages below, it would be nice to communicate with you as early as possible. Perhaps exchange ideas, anyone? Oh, please add me as your friend on your NanoWrimo account, if this doesn’t bother you. Get in touch!