“Happy New Year, everyone!” I greeted my co-workers in advance then I hit send before I logged off of work. It was 6:30 in the morning as I started pedaling my bike to meet with three of my friends: Edmon, Daniel, and David, and began cycling from Quezon City to Savano Park to meet a …
There was one evening from one of my travels where I met with newfound friends in a lovely local pub to catch up on each other’s island activities. We sat on a bamboo chair, ordered a Greek pizza, a bucket of beers, and started talking. Halfway through the night, I thought something bizarre about the …
It was two in the morning in the middle of the third bottle of whiskey with my tipsy friends and we were all swimming in the state of drunkenness that was just full of euphoria. You know that vibe when you just start vibing with each other?
A bicycle ride at the beginning of more or less a hundred kilometers can excite or scare the hell out of you. But either of the two, all long-distance cycling begins with a single pedal stroke. And I will start this blog by quoting John F. Kennedy: Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of riding …
We use abbreviation mostly to shortened a word or simply to squeeze a lot of writing into a small space. And perhaps it is cute to call anything with cute nicknames; Like “Elyu” for the surf town La Union. And “Chris” for Christopher. And “Frappe” for Frappuccinos although I’m pretty sure your barista will correct …
Traveling as a Filipino Citizen: The Unpleasant Truth of Going Around The World on a ‘Weak’ Passport
There were no spontaneous trips to Disneyland on weekends for Philippine passport holders. Neither unplanned long-term backpacking trip for self-discovery purposes. Or even an impromptu family summer get-away to the Swiss Alps, Italian Coastline or South of France.
Having spent 4 years studying inside Intramuros back in college, I asked myself why the hell I did not become a foodie when I was always a few sprints away from overrated and underrated kainans of Manila? Well, that’s one of the maaaany regrets of my teenage years but I am making up with self …
Chill days, good friends and good vibes. I’ve been to this surf town a couple of times before and the dilemma until now is that, I never got drunk during the stay. I don’t know. What the hell, correct? So it was somewhere from those many inuman sesh with 2 of my (probably) strongest friends …
I can’t remember the day that I first heard the name Jomalig Island, same as well as the first time I saw pictures of it from the internet. But after learning how raw, delicate and exquisite this island is, I knew what my heart is truly longing for. And that’s some one F crazy trip …
I am in the middle of life changeover as I write this blogpost because the day before my flight was my last day at Starbucks Reserve. And before I move back into our home in Quezon City and transfer back to my original district, I found myself lonely in a lot of ways… I never …