Waking up from the slumber of travel

We don't want comfortable. They want purpose. That's what was lacking in my life in Cebu, three years ago. I wanted to stir myself from my calm slumber, as I had been comfortably sleepwalking in the rudiments of life; day in, and day out. And so I became footloose, going to places as I explore realities … Continue reading Waking up from the slumber of travel

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Yas girl, we’re the same brand of crazy!

It was already 3 in the morning and my friend Apollo and I were already feeling tired after a hazy night out. We decided to recover in a small hole-in-the-wall in Poblacion; with plans of drenching the night’s alcohol consumption with high-cholesterol chicken skin. Upon sitting down, I immediately noticed the man beside our table. […]

27 Club

In my pre-MBA days, I acquainted myself with misfits, bohemians and activists who did not subscribe to the consumer capitalist culture. I was surrounded by an amazing band of weirdos, artists, sculptors, poets and film directors; generally, non-conformists who are always grumbling about the status quo. And then, life happened. I don’t see my old … Continue reading 27 Club

Surfers and MBA

I squinted my eyes toward the blue horizon in the hopes of seeing an impending wave when suddenly I heard singing from afar. I looked east and noticed two local boys on their boards singing Freddie Aguilar some 100 meters away. “Slow day, huh?” I shouted. I was with my surfing guide, and we’ve been … Continue reading Surfers and MBA

The multilingual Filipino

“Hey, what language was that?” Nico, my German friend, asked the moment I put my phone down. I just finished a conversation was with my girlfriend from back home, while Nico and I were sat outside the benches in the Fisher Fine Art, where him and I normally studied. (Also, I just wanted to write … Continue reading The multilingual Filipino

The Filipino identity crisis

Overseas, I’ve been approached numerous times and asked where I come from. When I’m in the mood, I make a game out of it to let them guess. Different answers come out: Thai, Singaporean, Nepali, Kazakhstani, Chinese, Japanese and on one occasion and probably my favorite, Russian. But never Filipino. When I tell them my real identity (like … Continue reading The Filipino identity crisis