It's never easy, but I'd like to think I'm getting better at it.
There is wisdom in the words "a man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets." Everyday we have to fight circumstances, our own fears, and bad timing. If we don't, we'll get nothing. And we'll deserve nothing. So I fought to be able to write. Everyday, I fight with a myriad … Continue reading We are meant to explore, to discover, to move, to find what makes us live
Temples, markets, and glorious street food.
Nothing. That's what's in my head the past 20 days. Three weeks of nothing. I rarely have visits from the Bogeyman for that long. The longest used to be 2 days. From 2 days to 3 weeks. Impressive performance, dear Bogeyman. For 20 days, I woke up every morning to a dark, suffocating cloud. I … Continue reading The Bogeyman: A 20-day visit
One of the most disconcerting things I ever experienced is to face the Bogeyman every week and try to figure out how to get myself out of its hold. Oh, I know what caused it to appear. My head knows exactly why the Bogeyman is here and my overthinking, decidedly mutinous brain refuses to believe … Continue reading The Bogeyman: Caught between cannot and do not
Humans are neither truly good nor truly evil, but are many different combinations of both.
This has been in draft for nearly six months now. Everytime I try to sit and write about this, I just end up staring at my screen. See, I come from a country where this issue is quite a bit of a taboo. And while I love my family, they do have a dismissive attitude toward … Continue reading The Bogeyman: A Prologue
Found myself finishing work up early one very rainy afternoon in August 2016 and, since I was in the area, decided to visit the National Museum. I haven't been there since I was a kid. I guess I could say I have a better appreciation for the works of art that's there now than I … Continue reading A quiet afternoon at the National Museum
I almost forgot about this trip. See, I bought my airline ticket on a whim (well, I mostly book flights on a whim) about 8 months before the actual trip so I only remembered it about 2 weeks before. Which meant I had to scramble to find a place to stay in a very small … Continue reading Coron Weekend 2016
We are all powerless in the face of evil. No, no, that's not true. We are powerless when we wait for other people to act on our behalf. Yes, that's it. The truly powerful man is the man who stands alone.
A quick surfing jaunt with the guys.
One life to the next. I never was a believer of just having one life. One existence, maybe. But within that single existence we live several lifetimes; son, daughter, father, mother, lover, friend, student - these aren't merely roles, these are lives.
The Rey-Reys have fallen into the tradition (for the past three years anyway) of going to the beach the weekend of my birthday. This year, we went to my favorite beach province, only in a different town. San Narciso resorts were full, so we found one in Botolan, one town shy of Iba, Zambales. Took … Continue reading 2016 Birthday Weekend in Botolan
You weren't rubbish, but you weren't all that great, either. It's the year of missed chances and horrible timing, of making mistakes and believing in the wrong people, of second-guessing, of rude awakenings, of remnant heartaches, of new heartaches, and of wavering faith. But it's also the year when one in my circle married the … Continue reading Goodbye 2016, you hideous bitch goddess you
I wanted to go somewhere new (and cheap) for my birthday. Tingloy Island did not disappoint. It's fairly easy to go there. From Manila, just hop on a bus going to Batangas City Grand Terminal. From there, get on a jeepney headed to Talaga Port. Now, this is where knowledge of monsoon can help you. … Continue reading Tingloy Island, Batangas, Philippines
When it rains, it pours - beach trips, that is. I literally just had 30 minutes to freshen up after arriving from Jomalig before my friends picked me up so we could be on our way to Calaguas. After a speedy shower and essentials refill, I was on a van (after spending 4 hours in … Continue reading Calaguas Island, Philippines
Jomalig Island is one of those dots you see on the map that's off of Quezon province and into the Pacific Ocean. Actually, it's the first time I've heard of it. How we got there: we left Manila at around 4am via Raymond Bus passing through Pililla, Rizal going to Real, Quezon. Boat from Real … Continue reading Jomalig Island, Quezon, Philippines
The Nile is just a river in Egypt, you think. But... Your gut has not failed you before. So how come you're not following it now? Is it because you think that no, it's not really like that? You know what that monstrous thing is about. You've seen movies, read books, and heard stories about it. You've … Continue reading The Nile isn’t just a river in Egypt
It was summer. It was fun. And for the first time after a long while I started feeling right again. Not like before, no. But not too wrong either.
Two things: First, Kubler-Ross is universal. It has been used so much in books and movies to describe the emotional stages of people as they go through things like death or break-ups. The Kubler-Ross model is like the Starbucks of emotions - everywhere you turn, it's there. I figured it might be a good place … Continue reading Confession 3: Stages
It's different for everyone. While it is mostly known to be about ragged breaths and violent flashbacks, it's not always the case. It is not always shaking or sweating or nausea. It's not always about the pounding heart and the roaring in the ears. It's not always that desire to self-destruct. It's not always loud. Sometimes, … Continue reading Absence
This post has been in draft for nearly a year. Ten months, to be exact. I wasn't sure if I wanted this out there. Publishing this now because, fuck it. Why the hell not. I detest vulnerability. I don't know when it started but as far as I can remember, I considered a show … Continue reading Like Glass
Conversations. I always have conversations with strangers. Mainly in airports because, for some reason, my flights always gets delayed by more than 3 hours whenever I fly alone. I'm not sure why people talk to me. And here I was thinking that I'm successfully giving off the "fuck off" vibe.
All in all, it was an easy and relaxing morning. Perfect for a broken heart seeking comfort from a good friend, good chocolate, and a chilly morning.
I really loved the whole place. It's the "God-if-I'm-filthy-rich-my-house-would-look-like-this" kind of love. The structures are beautiful and interestingly phased, doorways (and yeah, I really have a thing for doors and doorways) are framed by foliage, the gardens beckon you to step out under the sun, and there are corners that compel you to sit and stay a while.
Month one of 2016 saw me on a weekend trip up North with my STORM loves. Good thing about this? I didn't have to do/plan anything. I just paid my share of the expenses and showed up on time. Best thing about this? I got to spend a weekend with some of the funnest, funniest, craziest people I got the privilege of knowing.
To satisfy the need to escape and to avoid recurrence of emotional, uhm, episodes, I have decided to go somewhere or do something (an activity of some sort I wouldn't often do) every month of this year.
Just when everything seems to be making sense, just when my life seems to be going along a great track, my heart l told me to go the opposite direction and I did the most human thing in the world. Overthink. For months.
"As if you do not care whether your heart will melt or crumble in the process because your brief courage undoes your tremendous fear of disbelief."
Knowing this exchange rate would help you in moments of doubt: $1 = 4,000 Riel. Remember that when a mischievous ten-year-old monk charges you a dollar to use the toilet that costs 500 Riel per use after you tell him you don't have carry the currency.
I always go to the beach. This one is one of my favorites with it's wide beach and tempestuous waters.
In case my blog and Instagram posts haven't made it clear enough, I will set it straight here: I am a beach person. So, I was surprised when I said "yeah, sure" when one of my friends asked if I wanted to go hiking up with them to Mt. Manabu.
I woke up one February morning with a text message from my sister saying she wants to go to a beach. Any beach. So, 15 minutes later, we're booked for a weekend in Crystal Beach. I didn't even have to get up from my bed. Oh, the wonders of technology.
Fire dancers, dragon dancers, drummers, and vendors of various merchandise all vie for space in the narrow streets. It was madness. It was fun.
I figured a beach weekend filled with music is the best kick-off to Summer 2015. I was right.
I either usually post a rundown of the year or a list of things I'm grateful for. This year, allow me to do something a bit different. I've been reading (and watching) a lot and I come across so many quotes that validate some of the things I believe in.
Borawan Island is a play on Boracay and Palawan, as homage for the sand of the former and the rock formations of the latter. No offense to the person who named it (or even to the people who make their living there), but they only got the rock formations right. Boracay sands it isn't, so we dubbed it "Batawan" instead (as in, sands of Batangas and rock formations of Palawan).
I was sitting on the floor charging my phone when this tall guy sat beside me to charge his phone too. He struck up a conversation and asked about the Philippines in general and Iloilo in particular. He was a Kiwi, maybe around 30-35 years old, and works for a graphic design company.
Apart from the odd existential crisis moments, I actually like getting old. It makes me feel that I'm doing life correctly because I haven't died an embarrassing death.
There is no real order to life. We try to give it one. Actually, we try very hard. But just think about all the plans we made that didn't happen. Think of the many times life shook us up everytime we start thinking that we have things figured out.
Hanging out at the top of the light tower then eating our lunch on the steps shaded by trees and sunbathing on this flat platform on top of the islet where there's absolutely no shade.
At the start of the year, I decided to be proactive when it comes to writing. No more writing just when I felt like it - I decided to dedicate at least six hours every week to writing. Be it a blog post or a part in my Project Short Story that is turning into a Project Novella.
“Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing you had to do to knock some sense into yourself? Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing that showed you which way was up?” Rainbow Rowell, from the book Attachments
You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and protect you from your fears. You need someone who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, especially your flaws. You should be with someone who could make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy. Cecelia Ahern, from the … Continue reading On True Love
This post contains spoilers. Just a heads up for those who haven't read the book or watched the movie. It's been a while since I've written about a book I've read and I figured that this book just seems fitting for this month. So, I'm now putting my carefully hidden hopeless romantic streak on full … Continue reading The Rarity That is The Time Traveler’s Wife