Giving everyone in the living room of our villa a goodbye hug was sentimental. Once again, I was carrying my heavy full-packed 70L backpack because I was going again. But only this time, I was going back home. I didn’t know how much to feel about. My emotions were all mixed-up and even though I …
I was talking to my friend Jerome over Facebook Messenger last week asking him the Instagram username of the owner of the hostel that we stayed in Lombok, Indonesia. I said I needed to ask some questions because their website seems down at that moment.
I honestly don’t know where to start writing this but all I know is that there are many, many things that are weighing me down since the beginning of this year. If you don’t know it yet, I am a 26 year old boy and my anxiety over the direction and quality of my life …
As per Merriam-Webster, the definition of the word “closure” is often a comforting or satisfying sense of finality. I don’t know much about it but personally, there are films that have given me that feeling already – that time when I was filled with beautiful emotions as the credits started rolling down at the end …
Dear UAE, Greetings from an aircraft leaving DXB to MNL! Hell yes, I’m coming home. I should be feeling sad for chrissakes but if you really wanna know the truth, all I’m feeling right now is pure genuine excitement. So much love. And to be vulnerably honest though, people who have been following my journey …
When we were growing up as kids, the world somehow managed to reiterate that the idea of being successful is to have our lives all figured out by a certain age. This scheme means marrying someone to start a family, have a high paying job, a big house full of extravagant things, a fancy car, …
Right after my plane landed back in Manila from Bali sometime around September 2019, I had an avalanche of feels that I no longer enjoy my job. And when I found out that I will be peacing out to move and live to Dubai (I mean it’s very spontaneous, thanks to my friends who sponsored …
So this is the feeling of leaving home off to the airport? Of not knowing when you’ll be back again. The bittersweet atmosphere of seeing your 70L backpack ready to be picked when it’s time to leave. And there’s something melancholy between the 4am air and your mum sitting on the sofa in your living …
It’s 4 in the morning and I am watching the street lights of Manila from the vantage point of a Grab car driving me home — I just got back from Bali after my 2 week solo backpacking trip in Indonesia. “If you’re not happy coming back then quit your job”, my best friend from …
Everything is super fast-paced. I can still recall being all sleepy last year’s new years eve writing about how 2017 was a painful year to me; still feeling that positive energy I have for the coming year which is 2018. And then days turn into weeks. Weeks quickly turn to months. And before I know …