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'…

Baguio is by far my favorite city next to Davao. There are actually lot of things to do and places to go to in Baguio. But I'll be honest, the very reason why I was excited to visit Baguio would be the strawberries. I can ditch just any other tourist spots in Baguio, but not the exp…