2012: Jordan, I think, was his name. I don't really remember. (Of course it was, and of course I do, but sometimes I delude myself into thinking I never really knew him at all.) We used to talk everyday. Oftentimes, he'd be the only reason why I would be up at 4 in the morning,… Continue reading Fleeting
Another space for me
Anyone who knows me know full well how much of a camera fan I am, and how I would prefer being behind it than in front. And while I am nowhere near good at what I love to do, I think it's nice to have a place where I can keep track of the… Continue reading Another space for me
Cheers to the new
Transitions. We start small. We always do. We start small and frightened and too unwilling to take the plunge. We start as strangers, as fledglings thrown to the world, and we start by pretending that we know what we’re doing when we don’t. We start by opening our eyes and slowly unfurling ourselves, by reaching… Continue reading Cheers to the new
Before I write my personal reflection
Evening meditation: Feeling sad this Christmas? Many people do. Comparing memories of happier Christmases with this one. Thinking about loved ones who have died, or from whom we are estranged, or who are no longer in touch with us. Worries about work. Worries about health. Feeling left out. Feeling lonely. All these things can conspire… Continue reading Before I write my personal reflection
So… what are you doing?
You know this already. Countless of articles and videos and people have probably raced me into telling you this, and you're probably sick of having to be reminded over and over again, and it's probably tempting to close this tab when you traverse your way to the second paragraph, but in case you forget... … Continue reading So… what are you doing?
An attempt at remembrance
[I haven't written in a while, but I've been seeing a lot of mountain photos on my feed, and I hope this can serve as a reminder to leave no trace.) About a month ago, a group of friends and I climbed Mt. Maculate in Cuenca, Batangas, a very easy dayhike with a spectacular view… Continue reading An attempt at remembrance
Pardon the French
I studied Calligraphy for over a year in high school but I never really got any good at it. But hey, here's to trying to learn (or re-learn) everyday. Have a great week ahead!
For When You Feel Ugly
[Author's note: so recently I've been having really bad esteem issues, and it was hampering my efforts in productivity. Thus, this. Sorry, readers, recently my posts have been very personal. I'll write about my Maculot Clean-Up Climb experience soon!] 17 October, 2014, over a bottle of wine. Hey, Joy. Chin up. There will be more days like… Continue reading For When You Feel Ugly
Word vomit
It's probably nothing but folly, or paranoia, or the very human tendency to fear though probably unnecessary, perhaps unnecessary?, hopefully unnecessary; but I do. I fear. It cripples me to no end -- rendering me incapable of speech, thought, sense. If I wouldn't be anything much more than I currently am, does it matter anymore… Continue reading Word vomit
Philippine Travels # 9: Secret Hideaways
It was 8 in the evening on a Saturday. I've already been sleeping for 5 hours but I didn't feel like getting out of bed yet because 1) it would mean I'd have to go back to reading cases, and 2) I had a grand 14 hours of sleep the week prior. I was going… Continue reading Philippine Travels # 9: Secret Hideaways
Of perpetual finds 