January. February. March. April. May. June. July. August. September. Whew, we’re now down to the ninth moth of the year and in a few ticks, we’d be bidding goodbye to another year full of adventure […]
Category: inspiration
Why Dakilanglaagan?
Of all the screen names in the world, why choose “laagan”? The dictionary provides a number of words that can come together to produce a domain name that would be both catchy and suggesting on […]
The Curious Case of the Missing Phone and all other stories
For someone whose line of work revolves around social media, I find it strange how people suddenly give up the power of connection in exchange for solitude. No man is an island, right? I often […]
Lumba’g Pangita: Heritage Race to Understanding Oneself more
Can you name the Basque sailor who found the image of the Sto. Nino? How about the President of the Philippines during the time when Governor Sotero Cabahug was requesting for funds to build the […]
Maybe your Heart needs a Rerouting
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 […]
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 is as hard as defining it. It is a process of accepting that playtime is over and life has to be taken to a different level. It comes in various forms and happens without […]
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 […]
