Heart and soul behind the camera…


Grow towards the sky

Oh, sweet grape in the vineyard

With roots underground




Another Legend of the Blue Sea




We enjoyed a legendary summer

When deep love sprang while swimming together.

We kissed under the blue sea,

Thinking you really loved me;

But I woke up! Dream is not forever.

I Know He Loves Me

When he looks at me, I see glitters in his eyes

When he calls my name, his voice reaches my heart

He is someone I know for a long time

He loves me but he is shy


No words of love I can hear from him

But he makes me feel special


He is there when I need him

He is there to listen

I know he loves me

Because we are best of friends


When I cry, he wipes my tears

But he cannot take away my fear

I am someone he knows for a long time

Yes, I love him but I am shy


No words of love he can hear from me

But I make him feel special


I am there when he needs me

I am there to listen

He knows I love him

Because we are best of friends


Until the day we have to say goodbye

Because we have to take different paths


Who will be there when I need him?

Who will be there to listen?

I believe he will still love me

I know he will always love me

Because I know he loves me… as his one true friend.

One Cold Summer Night

Unexpectedly, we met in one summer night

You and I talked under the moon that shone so bright

And I gave you a gift to make you feel alright

I smiled at you while my tears were out of your sight


You told me about your dreams and plans for your life

Including the girl you wanted to be your wife

I tried to hold back to avoid a bitter strife

But my heart felt like it was cut with sharpest knife.


I knew everything so thanks, you didn’t deny!

Before you told me, you already made me cry

I’d be happy for you though it was hard to try;

My gift for you was my way of saying goodbye.

Reminiscing the creativity that yields in silence




Back when I was in grade school and in high school, I dreamed to be a novelist. My friends were my paper and pen. I often sat in the corner of the classroom and I preferred to be silent when the teacher was out.  Some of my classmates said that I was boring but when they started to get to know me, they were surprised by how I could drag them to different emotions just by reading my stories. They found that my silence is my creativity.

I could still remember when my teacher asked the class to write our own short stories. Most of the time I wrote when every one in the house was asleep. I tried to write just a short story but when I was writing, there were many ideas of plots and scenes that came out naturally. There was the stream of consciousness that I could not resist. In the end, I was able to write a novelette instead of a short story.

My teacher said not to delete scenes from it because it was a masterpiece. He asked me to continue what could make it better. Then he ordered me to create a new story that should be a short story that I must submit as a requirement. In other words, the one that I first wrote was never submitted but I kept it and I wanted to improve it. I didn’t know the beauty of what I wrote until college.

My classmates in college asked me if I had written any story. I told them that I wrote something when I was in high school. They asked me to read it to them. I did and they listened carefully. After reading the novelette, I was flattered by how they could imagine the characters and the scenes the same as I was imagining. They even got affected by some of the lines. They admired the lead characters even just by hearing the story and they even talked about it.

As a writer, it was nice to hear that people appreciated our stories, how they could recall the scenes and the characters and how they could relate the lesson to life. But there was nothing to brag about. For many people it was a good read but unfortunately, the paper was destroyed by a typhoon. Now the story just remained in our memory. And it is one of the memories that I reminisce.

Blank verse | This summer calls the rain to fall on me


 This Summer Calls the Rain to Fall on Me

a blank verse by Mich Samson

This summer calls the rain to fall on me

When tears replace the joy that we have shared.

The droplets gently kiss my tender skin

And you don’t see that they just hide my tears

Because this sunny season brings a lot of joy

But we are near the end of summer, Dear.

The rainy season comes to us so fast

I hope that you will know about my plan

I still prepare to leave and go away

Because I have to live another life

If only there’s a chance to stay with you,

I will but only during summer, Dear.

I wish that we can see each other, Dear.

With smile on face when rain arrives on us.

But now I have to sing a bye to you.

My dreamboard comes to life


Since I was a little child, I loved drawing.
I loved singing.
I loved public speaking.
I loved watching anime and cartoons.
I loved watching inspirational movies.
I loved writing my own stories, poems, and songs.
I loved learning foreign languages.
I loved to be involved in performing arts and media arts.

To sum them all:
I loved to be a part of film industry (either local or foreign).

It was my dream.
I even wrote it on the year book during high school.
And I also created a dreamboard when I was asked to do so.

In my dreamboard I drew myself smiling with a headset and microphone. I drew a big face of me producing a voice that can be heard by the world. I drew myself talking to foreigners and traveling by plane.These were just some parts of my dreamboard.

My dream seems gigantic for a nobody like me. I am not rich and I don’t even have a complete family. My dream seemed to be a dream meant for sleeping.

But until now I do not give up. I couldn’t afford schooling so I applied for scholarships until I was able to graduate Bachelor of Arts in Broadcasting.

Then opportunities came.

I worked in B.P.O. industry first to save money so that I could enroll in the pioneer voice acting school in the Philippines.

Early this year, I was able to accomplish that dream.

After 8 years of dreaming to meet Pocholo Gonzales, the Voice Master of the Philippines, I finally made it a reality. He became one of my teachers in Creativoices.

There I met other teachers who were voice acting directors from a television network (but they are not limited to only one television network. All possible projects that require dubbing for movies, series and radio from any station are free to be done).

After graduating from the voice acting workshop, I was invited to complete a writing course about translation of foreign language films to Filipino language.

I was very surprised when I knew that I was part of the pioneer batch of Salin-Wika at Diwa, the writing workshop produced by Lucy Quinto, the Mother of Philippine Voice Acting and Dubbing.

And so I had little achievements to date. I was able to do crowd dubbing with other dubbers, and sometimes extra characters. It was good for a starting dubber like me. And because I also took a writing workshop, I am not just a dubber but also a writer now.
I am a part of the film industry even as a girl behind the camera. No matter how small my role is, I always want to do my best, not just to earn money but to satisfy the passion that is in me.

I have been asked by my mentors, “Why do you want to be in this industry?”
Then I answered, “Because I want to make myself happy by making other people happy even in a small way.”

As I look back, I find that my Dreamboard has started to come to life.

But I realize that
Dreamboard is just a Dreamboard if we will only look at it. To make our dreams come true, we need to passionately work on them with God’s help and mercy.


I filed short clips of my voice acting when I was studying. You can listen to some of them on my SoundCloud. Click here.

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