Entrepreneurs pivot… and so does the world

Cocky is good social capital. Extroverts win. Optimism is an asset. But can optimism become too much that it becomes unhealthy? One word, four letters: FYRE.


How I Discovered Pole

I started my affair with pole while I was an exchange student in Philadelphia. It was born out of necessity: to find girls. Let me explain. Back in the Philippines, I never had any problems meeting and befriending many female friends. In Philly, it was different. Being in business school, the m-to-f ratio was slightly … Continue reading How I Discovered Pole

Blank Canvas

'Sprezzatura' is a beautiful Italian term which means 'looking effortless'; or as the 16th century Italian author Baldassare Castiliogne describes it, a certain 'nonchalance' so as to conceal and make whatever one does appear without effort or almost any thought about it. 'Sprezzatura' is a beautiful Italian term which means 'looking effortless'; or as the … Continue reading Blank Canvas

Of Books and Friends

I looked around in amazement. Around me were 50,000-something books with 13-meter tall bookshelves, lots of open air and natural light. Quite a few people are taking selfies, while some are silently reading or working on their laptops. I was just looking around, unable to hide my amazement with all the books around me. I … Continue reading Of Books and Friends

The Writer and the Blogger

I never understood how artists can be so snobbish against other artists who have become commercial and made money from their art. To me, to decide to become an artist is almost synonymous to a life of martyrdom--you're sure as hell are going to be broke for the rest of your life. However, I have … Continue reading The Writer and the Blogger

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