From Personal Life

Fight

One thing I’ve been truly lucky to experience is having bosses, mentors and colleagues, who are not only excellent at what they do but also inspiring. They might not realize or remember it, but they taught me a lot. I’ll be sharing some of them over the next few days (weeks?) but lemme start with…

15 Years

This month marks the 15th year since I published my very first blog post. I wasn’t a traveler then, just a student with too much time in his hands to ramble about a whole lotta nothing. 😂 Back then, I would step into an internet shop, rent a computer, and just keep the keyboard clanking…

Nakalimot

Nagulat ako nang biglang bumangon ang kuya mula sa pagtulog sa sala at dali-daling tumakbo patungo sa bukas na pintuan. Dapat kasi ay parati itong nakasara dahil baka makalabas ang bata. Matapos niyang isara ang pinto ay natigilan siya. Nakatayo lamang. May naalala. “Nakalimutan ko,” sabi niya sa akin, tila ngayon pa lang naalimpungatan. “Wala…

Moving

When I left my hometown and moved to Manila 17 years ago, I have changed addresses seven times. I always rented an apartment closer to the university or workplace. Today, we’re moving again. But it feels different. I moved in to my current home over 5 years ago. Since then, a lot of good things…

Inversely Proportional

I’ve been organizing my travel photos over the past couple of days, and I realized: I HAVE VERY FEW PHOTOS OF MYSELF. 😱 Okay, fine, granted, I don’t have the most photogenic fez 😆 but still. On average, I have 1 photo of myself per destination. In many cities that I visited, I didn’t have…

Out of a Black Hole

FUKUOKA, 2018. Finally finished the screenplay for a horror film that I had been writing for days. And I feel relieved. I am a huge horror fan, but I realized this: It’s one thing to watch a horror movie; to write it is another. It didn’t feel good to be constantly imagining demons, spirits and…

Bad Housemate

BATANGAS, 2018. Since I lost my nephew, I have been home more often than ever because I know my family needs me. But I hate it here. This house is a big ball of misery.

Night at the Taxi Stand

SANTORINI, 2017. We arrived in the Greek town of Oia past 10pm. It was a cold, windy December evening, and because it’s off season, the village was as dormant as the volcano it overlooks. As in most destinations, we tried to find our booked room as soon as we got off the cab.