How To YOLO: Go Solo.

Have you ever been jealous of heroines who would pack their bags, drive off, and disappear for days at a time? I have. I have always believed it to be a brave and bold thing to do. To be able to leave everything behind and reflect on someone’s life – “Am I still in a life that I would want for myself or that God wants for me?” And always, when the heroine comes back, she has this clarity of purpose and action. She always does what she was supposed to do, what she wanted, what she felt was right for her and not what others think is right for her. It leaves me with a surreal feeling that I committed to making it real for me.

Simply No Place Like Baler

Beautiful Baler

Maraming beses na kitang nilayasan..iniwanan at iba ang pinuntahan, parang babaeng ang hirap kalimutan..Ikaw lamang ang aking laging binabalikan..yes, that’s a Hotdog favorite! But I’m not talking about Manila. If there’s one place I love coming back to, it’s none other than Baler! With so many famous vacation spots in the Philippines, why do I keep coming back? Here are the top 10 reasons why there’s simply no place like Baler.

A Snapshot of Quiapo

Quiapo 1904

The busy and narrow streets of Quiapo are daunting to newcomers. We arrived at one in the afternoon, sun at its highest for the day. Pathways stretching in every direction made us feel more uneasy. Quiapo is known not only for its cheap finds and extensive supply of what-have-yous but also for some pickpockets and snatchers. One would question then how two young sisters, in face value at least, would embark on a mission to explore this uncharted territory. Good thing we came ready with our body bags and hidden pockets on my jacket to avoid “unwelcome encounters”.

A Lesson of Trust

As I was strolling aimlessly among the crowd, a little boy looked up at me with his eyes shimmering with anticipation. He held his hand up signalling that he wants me to carry him. I did not know at that time how much this boy would touch my heart. He was quiet and his head just rested on my shoulder almost the whole time.

Who Am I?

It is one thing to wish
To believe is another
I thought with all that I am
To you I was like no other

My sun, my moon, my thoughts
They were with you everyday
And even if this heartbreak looms
With me, you inevitably stay

I give my love to the bravest of men
Or so I thought
This love I had so fiercely
Given freely, you wanted not

Who am I that I should weep?
When my love you never said you’d keep.
But still a part of me – so deep, it hurts
Keeps wishing to still believe