"The world is too big," she said, "but that doesn't mean we stop searching."
Bakun is a relatively small poblacion in Benguet, and, like many of the towns in that part of the county, is quaint, quiet, and quite wonderful. (I like alliterations, so sue me.) --- On June 12-14, a group of acquaintances-turned-friends and I decided to climb three mountains dubbed as the Bakun Trio, famously called as… Continue reading On Independence
It was 7:23 PM when it hit me. After months of getting horrified at the mere thought of being 21 (also known as becoming legal worldwide), I realized something. I'm actually not that scared. --- There were 13 of us in the jeep, 14 if you count the driver, and we've just climbed 3 mountains in… Continue reading Birthday Realizations
I was listening to this Vanessa Williams song a few days ago, humming along to the lines unfamiliar to me and unabashedly screeching to the lines I was familiar with (as a pitiful attempt to complement the singer's beautiful voice). (Un)fortunately, by the time the song got to the "For whether we are white or… Continue reading Colours of the wind
A little bird once told me that the best way to make great things happen is to get out of bed early. Unfortunately, for many people, getting out of bed is a struggle in itself. Thus, this entry. This post is for those who, upon waking up, realize there’s so much more to be done,… Continue reading Ocean drops
i. Midnight — clambering on a bus; speedy entrances to nighttime vehicles, people. Dozens: asleep, dreaming, clutching a phone, or a bag, or an umbrella, or a memory. ii. Dawn — a sudden jolt. Arms stretched, waters drank, bags repacked, fist bumps exchanged, dialogues made: “Are you… Continue reading Traverse in verse (Balingkilat/Nagsasa)
Some days, you just wake up and realize this is how you'd rather spend forever. Happy Friday, everyone.
Imagine this: 12 young adults lugging packs 1/3 their weight, half-groggy; most of them rubbing their eyes from the sleep that's threatening to overtake them completely; all of them yearning for a sense of adventure that one does not normally come across with sitting behind tables or hiding behind textbooks. 12 strangers-turned-friends scurrying to find their seats… Continue reading Let’s play with words (xxx)*
We're stuck in an immediate world. We wake up to deadlines, and we usually sleep half-heartedly because we're always nowhere near close enough to what we have to accomplish for the day. We yearn for breaks, yet we use them to think about what has to be done, what hasn't been finished, or what needs to… Continue reading Downtimes.
Lately I've been yearning to develop the habit of proving people right than proving them wrong. It's simple, really. Too often we allow ourselves to be surrounded with people who would rather see us fail, and not always in the little ways. Some of them have abandoned the idea of playing fair long ago, and… Continue reading I may be wrong, of course, but prove me right
Tread lightly, human. Leave footprints in places and allow parts of yourselves to stay with people you encounter. Let the world know that you arrived, but do not be obnoxious about your entrance. You are only here for a moment. Tread lightly. Cup your hands and lower them into streams, ghost your fingers over flowers… Continue reading How to walk
Of perpetual finds 