I stare blankly at the night outside the glass window finding the right words to say to the girl sitting quietly before me, my hands clenched tight against the cold albeit my body clothed with a sweater.
I stare blankly at the night outside the glass window finding the right words to say to the girl sitting quietly before me. My hands are clenched tight against the cold, albeit my body clothed with a sweater. Continue reading “December’s Eve”
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”
My feet are getting numb. I think I can no longer make it to the summit, but there’s no point of turning back for I still need to walk anyway. Besides, I can almost breathe success here at Camp 8. The scent of nature seeps in through my nose. It’s the opportunity to recover all the air I lost from the old trail down. I can do this. Continue reading “Hiking Barefoot in Mt. Batulao”
The approach to visit the pristine islands and cerulean waters of Caramoan is long and tiring. Just imagine enduring a more or less 16-hour travel combo of bus, van, trike and boat transfers and you will find yourself totally crazed and dragged if not bored to death. Continue reading “Getting to Caramoan”
From the horizon I saw waves forming, rolling onto the bed of waters and crashing onto the shores until nothingness all remained. The unknown pulled it back creating new waves from afar. Some were big as giants that can swallow every bits of existence on earth while some were small that are so-so music to ears and musing to eyes. It was the sweetest wind that endlessly whispers to the anticipating sea and conspires with the brightest sun to make such spectacle happened in front of us. I knew it was nature. It was nature, working as one. Continue reading “Surfboards Attack”