People who keep umbrellas in their bags are weird. This is one of the many crazy things Christine taught me when we were in college. I don’t know where she got that, but that’s one […]
People who keep umbrellas in their bags are weird. This is one of the many crazy things Christine taught me when we were in college. I don’t know where she got that, but that’s one […]
You know you had a great childhood when you have tons of stories to tell about summer. Those crazy games you played, tricks you mastered, friends you earned, bruises that marked how you survived through […]
I once asked God to bestow me with patience – to forgive people when they’re late, to slow down when others can’t keep up, to remain calm when things become a little inconvenient or delayed. […]
Reflecting on it, Sambawan Island opened a lot of opportunities for me. It made me connect with other bloggers, hikers, and people whom I would never have met had I declined Glister’s invitation. Indeed, you’ll never grow if you stayed on shores. As they say it: only rough seas make great sailors. Once in a while, you have to be bold and take risks. It’s either you win or you learn. It would take a lot of convincing because it’s really scary. But if you take risk, you also get rid of the uncertainty, of the ‘what-is’. Probably it won’t work exactly the way you hope it to be, at least you didn’t sit around playing safe while immense possibilities lie in the corner.
Gaining friends in the mountains is quick and easy – trailfood and few shots of empe’ are the key. But keeping them for life is the real work. Sooner or later, the group will disband; each one will follow trails that would lead to the summits of their own lives. Somehow, the group chat comes alive, but most the year, it lies idly, toppled over by other chats that demand more attention. Truth be told, there are some moments that we can no longer recreate.
But in this daunting age of social media, creativity greatly requires courage. Whatever you post online can either make or break you – even your own opinion, thoughts, or stories. My write-ups weren’t spared from such criticisms. They became subjects of not so healthy arguments. And the critics – or shall I say bashers – didn’t settle with just scrutinizing; they went below the belt. Personal attacks were fired. Curses flew like confetti in a raging war. But you know what hurt the most? It’s when trusted allies turn their backs on you.
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.
But aside from sunset, Lintaon Peak is best enjoyed at night because of its 16,000 LED roses that light up when darkness comes. If you’ve read about my post of Jardin Necitas in Bohol, you’ll know my growing desire to witness these buds glow at night. We were quietly marveling the sunset when out of nowhere the wind became stronger and drops of water began pouring. Wilma and Agustine immediately secured baby Amarise while Badeth instantly assisted Nanay in going back to the function hall where the entrance is located.
I was literally freaking out yesterday. My three year relationship with my phone almost ended when I found out that it can no longer take good photos. My friends kept joking that maybe it was […]
We deal with different kinds of ‘what-ifs’ every day. What if I have been chasing the wrong dream? What if I fall into an accident that would prohibit me from hiking? What if I leave […]