I can’t wait to know my other mountains, traverse my own valleys, emerge dirty and smelly yet exhilarated because I know that I gave it my all, for every aching journey is rewarded with views you will never have seen have you not had the courage to try.
Read MoreThen God married me to an Ilonggo from Bacolod, and my insulated life as a Manila-born tourist came to an end.
Read More..we are all a pair of socks walking around, getting dirty and getting cleaned in an endless cycle, getting stretched by events that either make us stronger or make us cower, and how in between all of these, we all need rubber bands of friendships, people we trust and we can rely on, to hold us up.
Read MoreUntil 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.”
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