Until now, my mind still fails to wrap itself around the fact that I just had my first collaboration with an international popstar. And not just any popstar, but someone whose songs my best friend Marj and I would belt out back in high school with over-the-top feelings and matching choreography.
Read MoreWe did something we’ve never done before: we went on a self-designed (meaning, most of the time nakahilata lang kami, hihi) planning / praying / husband-and-wife-quality-time, two-night road trip date to Dumaguete from Bacolod.
Read MoreAnd so here goes the best marriage advice I have been given, the one that applies most to me at this particular time:
“Don’t make the small things big, nor the big things small.”
Read MoreWelcome to your 30’s, or particularly, that time in your life where it is inexcusable to be immature and irresponsible.
Read More“Bangon, Marawi. Kaya natin ‘to.
O, bangon, Marawi. Kaya natin ‘to.”
The soldier sings a woeful song. The sky showed signs of tearing as well. We were in Saguiaran, the second stop in what our group chat has dubbed as “Evacuation Center Concert Tour”.
Read MoreI sit gazing at the otherworldly calmness of Taal Lake, slightly intoxicated by both its transcendent beauty that doesn’t get old, and the glass of wine I hold in my hand, a welcome gift from the hotel we are staying at.
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