Summer is not summer without the sun slowly burning your epidermis. So, as usual, the day started with me hiding from the shadows of the buildings acting like a superhero or a total fool as I raced against time to save the world. But that's just me singing to Maddona and Justin T's 4 Minutes. Anyway, I was on my way to the...
I am definitely a late bloomer in all sorts and freakin angles. Oh wait! That should have been late boomer because BOOM! Lazying over summer took its toll and I lost all of my best angles. Fortunately, I didn't lose anything else than that, especially my vir...tual presence and my grasp on leadership trainings or the things I brought with me for this...
I'm writing this not because I wanted to, I'm writing this because there are times like today when I feel like the world is trying to get me and I want to blame others, hurt myself, let depression slip in, shut people out and destroy everything I see. Fortunately, I can get past all that but this is my way of coping up...
Summer in the Philippines is best enjoyed with a tall glass of special Halo-Halo. One with ice cream, leche flan, sweetened jack fruit, banana, ube halaya and macapuno! You can have red beans or sago in it if you like - which I don't - but wouldn't it be so much better if you are given the right to choose the contents of...
I am someone who doesn't really like to drink alcohol. To tell you the truth, I self-diagnosed myself with an allergic reaction to it. I tell you it's the best excuse out there if you're not really into drinking. If not, then you can always tell your friends you are on a beer diet or you don't wanna end up like King Joffrey....
When you grow with a particular group that you had given time to, passionately served and is partly responsible for the great things that has happened to you; You feel a sense of gratitude that's just indescribable. You feel a sense of sadness when thoughts of you or your co-members leaving pops in your head. A sense of pride just by looking how...
It was Thursday. That day, humanity remembered the bittersweet memories of the past, whether it was triggered by Beatles songs, Italian plumbers headbutting random floating bricks or old Mickey Mouse cartoons. But for me, nostalgia was caused by a stinking smell from centuries ago that had me asking "Who farted? And what time is it?". Damnit! I'm already late. And yes! Someone in...
