My voice, my comforter, strength and shield. My security blanket, electrician, tutor and the training wheels on my bike. My shoulder to cry on. My superhero. My Papa. I have a lot of things to apologize for. I’m sorry for being such a messed up, spoiled brat. I’m sorry for not spending time with you… More Not Another Father’s Day Post
Hi, This is what I want to tell you: I have never been as happy as when I first got my heart broken. But for the record, it did not always feel this way, which disqualifies me from being a masochist. Like relatively most of humanity with blood-pumping aortas and domineering craniums, I went through… More An open letter to the one who broke my heart
It’s been so long since I last came to the shores of this beach. My last memory here was back in high school, when we did a coastal clean-up as one of our GSP camping activities. So much has changed since then, I could barely recognize the place. On these very shores, the Philippines came into… More Dusk at Masao Beach
this potent memory i have that chooses to forget many important details – my family affairs, my job, my adventures, my very self. i should be diagnosed with selective amnesia for forgetting everything – everything but you. how you first crept into my atmosphere one too many times when i most disliked myself for being a… More Selective Amnesia
Siargao has always been a dream for me, one that evokes pictures of palm trees, waves, and surfboards in my head; or a two-syllable word that rolls lazily in my tongue, lingers there with a dash of sea salt, and then escapes my lips in heavy, questioning sighs. Will I ever set foot on that… More Chronicling My Siargao Escape
Apparently, “lost” is the best route to self discovery. It is upon the departure from familiar grounds that the unknown becomes a beautiful possibility for limitless opportunities. Here are some of the things I have picked up from my week-long odyssey with my family and friends. The world is not always as it claims to… More Quasi-Existential Thoughts While On Odyssey
THE OBVIOUS ESCAPE Ever has it been that man seeks for excuses to escape from doing things contrary to his own heart’s conviction. The same was once true to me, I grew up with the thought that “if you give him fish, he will eat for one day; but if you teach him how to… More Good Hands. Golden Hands.