(For this ramble, which was hastily done - so forgive the errors in grammar or spelling, I just mindlessly placed one word after another. Once I pressed enter for the word, I would not press backspace once more. I don't know why I did it.) I'm currently typing this as I sit on the… Continue reading 4 AM ramblings
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A call of sorts
One of the mentors I looked up to most in Ateneo once said, "You know you're an Atenean if you understand that living the good life doesn't have to mean sacrificing the Earth." --- Last May 10, 2014, the Loyola Mountaineers set out to Rizal for the National Clean-Up Climb Day spearheaded by Gideon… Continue reading A call of sorts
Trail Mix
(This was something I wrote as a final requirement for one of the most mind-opening classes I've had in college. It's meant to be spoken out loud, but I don't mind having it read.) Trail Mix I walk. I walk and I walk until there’s nothing more in me that wants to keep moving forward… Continue reading Trail Mix
Replays and Surprises (Why I travel)
I wish I can tell you that once is all it takes. I wish I can tell you that you can know a person's entire life - his dreams and his stories, his regrets and his nightmares - after one conversation. I wish I can tell you that you can understand a city's history… Continue reading Replays and Surprises (Why I travel)
Misadventures and part-time bums
There are times in one's life when the only thing that sounds appealing is the thought of leaving everything behind and running (amok) in someplace anew. Sometimes, you get blessed with a few friends who would do just that with you. So last Sunday, some friends and I (with only the littlest nudging… Continue reading Misadventures and part-time bums
Thought Bubble # 6
We were on the summit of my favourite mountain. I was half-asleep. My head was on your chest, cradled by your heart and kept safe by your strong arms. The rest of me, however, was somewhere else -- far enough from both of us, but close enough to come back and take refuge… Continue reading Thought Bubble # 6
Cheers to the Old, Cheers still to the New
I. You have bad years. You have good years. And you have years that are positively out of this world, so much so that you feel writing about it won't give it justice, no matter how hard you try. But then again, I've always been a stubborn kid. So I will. Try, I mean. At… Continue reading Cheers to the Old, Cheers still to the New
Thought Bubble # 5
IStay.I'm tired and sometimesall I want is someone tolisten to me while I say nothing.Just sit next to me.Just radiate your heat.And don't ask me how I amevery single time.I'll tell you when I'm ready. IITell me you want meif it's not a lie.That you'd want to hold my handeven if theyhave not donemany good deeds. Tell me… Continue reading Thought Bubble # 5
On my inability to edit 15 minute ramblings
(This is something I wrote on my notebook while in a lecture today and I'm trying to get used to writing shorthand again, so I'm not going to edit this any further.) Whenever you think that there's nothing you'll ever amount to, remember how you weren't even supposed to be here in the first… Continue reading On my inability to edit 15 minute ramblings
Sometimes I’m creative
I know I probably don’t look the part but I’ve always been into stitching and monochromes and making hopefully useful stuff out of apparent junk. Anyway, I was rummaging through my closet earlier today in hopes of finding something new to wear tomorrow when I stumbled upon a couple year old stash of white shirts… Continue reading Sometimes I’m creative
Of perpetual finds 