these rare weekends

In the fast-paced life of a grad student –or indeed, of any adult– weekends are the holy grail, coveted and kind of magical.

manila adventures pt 2

manila adventures pt 2 is the spiritual sequel to my post Four Hours in Manila, which featured me walking around Luneta Park, the National Library, and more. I also had a blog post on my tour of the Museum of the Filipino People with my sister (though to be honest I think I’ve been to…

PIDC 2017

Sometimes things don’t turn out the way we want it to. But maybe this is life’s way of questioning and reaffirming why we stay. This PIDC reminded me why I’m still (occasionally) here. Win or lose, it’s about appreciating reason above all –the challenge of new ways of thinking, the joy of meeting shamelessly novel…

Ballet: The Great Classics 2016 by PBT

LET NO ONE TELL YOU THAT BALLET IS BORING. I almost cried, I kept sitting in awe, I learned to believe in love again. Philippine Ballet Theatre’s The Great Classics was a good show and a fun time! As always, we can’t take photos or recordings while the show was ongoing. Showing in Tanghalang Nicanor Abelardo,…

hey you

Last night I dined with a curious example of a “working” “young ” “adult”. I have lots of things to be grateful for (#blessed). I learned so many new combinations of words. Thank you very much for taking the time and effort to celebrate life with me, even though I’m not that great in terms…

Bali / 2015

The best cure for Post-Tournament Syndrome is Pre-Tournament Syndrome.* Jimbaran Bay stretched out to the horizon. My memories, too, had no beginning and no end.  This is what Bali taught me: in the life of a traveller, some experiences aren’t just moments, to be fondly recalled but mostly forgotten. Sometimes they’re Moments —circumstances, conditions and coincidences that…

pidc stream of consciousness

life update(s), ongoing all days thesis work is going slower than usual x 18 (and 17) apr i was talking to some debate friends yesterday, and we were reminiscing about previous rounds and tournaments. my greatest frustration persists. someone shares an interesting story, i ask more about it……. then they inform me that i was,…

life’s overflowing

Love is happiness when your beloved is happy. There’s a twinkle in your eyes, it suffocates me — with warmth. You’re blushing. I’m blushing. I’m so incandescently happy for you. I’m also happy you exist. I have learned that you need not know someone to love them. But what I know of you I do…