Not that I am a ruthless, vile, and mean girl. But I can be ruthless, vile, and mean. You just have to ask for it. For a few days, I tried unplugging from Facebook because every time I open it, I feel like I need Advil or something. I've gone as far as deactivating my account befo…

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…

Brrr. We were about 2,800 meters above sea level - that's just a hundred meters more to summit, maybe a few miles left to trek. I was clearly unfazed by the terrain. I was already told it was an easy trek. But still, for weeks, Jan and I conditioned our bodies for this. And it did p…

How do I even begin this post? I have already spent 10 minutes just staring at the blinking cursor of this blank page and the rest of 50 minutes were spent just looking at all our pictures in Mt. Pulag (for the nth time). I'm still lost for words. With this beauty, who wouldn'…