My other Twitter account has been the recipient of all my outbursts and breakdowns lately. Until last night, Fate asked in our group chat: What
I’ve spent half of my life in the glimmer of Cebu City’s uptown. I’ve witnessed how it evolved from clubs and bars up to the food hub that it is right now. But despite spending over a decade in this part of the city, there are still many places that I haven’t been to – just like Casa Verde Cebu.
What is my purpose? We’ve all been suffering from this notion: of not finding the reason why we live, of not playing a big role in the great tapestry of life. When this question is left unanswered, this becomes an unhealthy concept that we end up trying to question every single day. But what we fail to see is that: purpose does not have a stable meter. It does not need to be superbly great. It does not focus on one single goal.
If Goyo was a millennial, he would be just like you. His breakfast would be spent scrolling among his newsfeed, searching for funny puns and
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
In a few ticks, February would be on our doorsteps. While much has been said about this overly-romanticized month, for me, this yet opens another