Breathe in. It’s the middle of the week and here you are trying to finish all the necessary things needed before the deadline. Breathe out. There you are again stuck on things you can’t fast […]
Author: dakilanglaagan
Hello there!
I am Marjorie and welcome to my backpack reflections. Dakilanglaagan contains my thoughts and sentiments about traveling, hiking, and adulting.
I'm not really a superb writer, but I write nonetheless. Life is too short to be consumed by other people's comments. Let's pursue what keeps us sane.
Mt. Manunggal and Mt. Mauyog: Traversing Down Memory Lane
Working for over six years in the same institution made me realize one thing: people come and go. As much as you wanted to keep the dear ones, you have to accept the fact that […]
Show me Your Darkness
Colors tell a lot about people. The theme of the clothes you wear can actually project how would you be feeling in general for the whole day – say earth color combination tells a bright […]
This is How we Never Met
Author’s Note: This is not travel related. You can skip this post. On the days when I thought being anti-social was the right track, you came into the picture and gave me a different perspective […]
But a Memory…
Our eyes met and for the first time, smiling back at you became natural. It’s as if nothing happened between us. Or was there? It felt funny looking back at those silly moments now. No […]
Untangling Worries, Sewing the Dreams
Adulting can be challenging, shifting from carefree days to new responsibilities. It sneaks up on us, urging a departure from familiar routines. Recently, my friend Pierre asked, “What would you be if you hadn’t chosen […]
The Parable of the Apple Seeds
I’m so in love with apples that I ended up planting its seeds when I was young. I did all means taught by my teacher in order for it to grow fast and bear fruits. […]
Mt. Baloy-daku: Four Days Cursing the River, Leeches, Ragiwriw, and everything in Between
The interest of hiking Panay’s toughest mountain, Mt. Baloy Daku, all started with fandom. I have a weird habit of reading all posts of a blogger if I find him/her interesting. After reading Sir Adonis’ ninety-day immersion amongst the mountains of Cordillera (I Found God in the Mountains), I got engrossed on the rest of his stories – including his several attempts of reaching Mt. Baloy’s summit.
My Life with the Spartan Boys
I used to despise Sundays when I was younger. To me, it was equivalent to doomsday. Back then, the only thing I feared, aside from being whacked by a brook stick (or hanger), was to […]
Lake Sebu: The Realization of those Woven Dreams
True to its name, the center of the town’s economic activity surrounds on its lake. It was quite funny because we all thought that Lake Sebu refers to a single tourist spot, where people go, take photos, and then ride again on the van then off they go; hence, the placard “Lake Sebu” was placed on the windshield of the van from Sullarah. But man, it refers to the town!
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