Nobody promised life to be easy. Some days, it is a delightful summer which brims with happiness and joy; other days, it is a stormy weather that needed to get passed through. It’s a combination […]
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That thing called GROUP PROJECT
It’s funny how most of the things that interests us eventually die the moment we finish school – say sports, arts, music, and all the other non-academics. The moment we start to work, we totally […]
Few Thoughts on Waiting
Traveling has created among us the restless urgency to move. While going on adventures requires motion, I have lately realized how keeping still is as equally important on this journey. For some reasons, there is […]
What Happened to the Millennials?
January. February. March. April. May. June. July. August. September. Whew, we’re now down to the ninth month of the year, and in a few ticks, we’ll be bidding goodbye to another year full of adventure […]
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 […]
Tuburan Escapade: Fulfillment of a Promise
Like many other parents, mine aren’t perfect. They argue, talk bullshit about each other, come up with poor decisions, and fight over the silliest thing. Like many other children, I once wished that I was […]
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 […]
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. […]
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 […]
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