I’m a planner. I like things to be well-thought and organized. So when there are family or barkada outings, I usually take charge. I scour for promo fares, book accommodations, and research thoroughly to come up with a comprehensive itinerary. This is perhaps the reason why some friends label me as obsessive-compulsive.
Nobody from us would say it was an easy climb. Continue reading “The Climb”
You prayed for this. That time when you were so lost you had a vision of a bleak future, you ran away and left it all to the dictates of heavens. It was something beyond control, something strange, and something you didn’t wish for. Continue reading “You Prayed For This”
Holding tight on the outrigger with one hand and carrying the bulky DSLR using the other, I tried to capture as swift as I could every colors of the sun drowning in the horizon of the West Philippine Sea. Just like an art painting, a thousand words worth, the sky was filled with shades of red, orange, and yellow, bursting against the altostratus clouds above us. I kept my balance as I watched the silhouettes of Paraw drifting across the wide ocean lay. Continue reading “Sunset Sailing”
Ah, summer. The season of fiestas, picnics and bikinis, of the glorious sun, sea and sand. Also the season I waited for so long to enjoy a beach escapade with my friends. Continue reading “Life’s a Beach”
He may never say a word but I can see it through his eyes. Continue reading “Teach Him How to Speak”
The clock alarms every morning and you snooze it to delay the life impending but the piles of unopened books and troubled papers are waiting. Then at a sudden the alarm clock whacks again — this time, you already need to wake up. Continue reading “Sands of Time”
There’s a rock standing still along the shores of Ampere Beach. Continue reading “Rocky Love Affair”