My second name was derived from my birth month. So if I were born a boy, I would most likely be named June. And perhaps will be given a nickname Jun-jun. Which would make me cringe the same way I cringe when I think about the fact that some people still call me Jane-jane. Ugh. I have al…

I am not over-thinking and I am not trying to be over dramatic here but I am pretty sure the internet is trying to kill me. With the round-the-clock birth of information and non-stop stream of news, not to mention the political hullabaloo happening on social media (this has got to be th…

I hate crowds. Although finding myself among the sea of fans in the Queen's concert would be an exception - which, we all know, is never going to happen. A few weeks ago, I found myself getting pushed and shoved in the middle of strangers. I had to endure the agony of standing for…

I won't make this long. In fact, I am just going to copy what I have said on Facebook. I don't really feel like writing anything as I am going through something quite devastating. But I owe this blog a lot of posts already. So if my thoughts do not come out nice (or do not come ou…

I wish one day I'd be able to paint one of these walls ... These are exactly the words I told myself a few years ago. I have always been fascinated with street art. How they are a mystery. How they keep people in constant wonder. How and when did it effin come up here? What the hell…

I have over 50 drafts to date and not one of them is worth publishing anymore. Panis na kasi . I don't know if I should feel bad about that or the fact that I got more stories still waiting to be written (cue : I Can Wait Forever by Air Supply ). The blogging wells could run dry som…