Question of the day:
The story of my (professional) life.
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All the times I got higad rash, threw wet tissue paper up the ceiling, and many, many more!
Once, I was even able to complete my 20-minute yoga routine while waiting for the meat to cook.
Party enabler friends are important or we would all literally just stare at each other and call it a night before 10 p.m.
No phones on the table.
Find a way to maintain your health and sanity as you fake it 'til you make it.
Don't be fooled by the chic mustard yellow color of my website.
Roof decks are where people come up for air, polluted or otherwise.
We should leave and let go of everything not meant for us, to make space within ourselves for good things. And only good things.
I can name all the skinny friends I have met in my life and they are all living proof that we are not fat-immune human beings.
A full-on discussion about self-assessment, past and present versions of ourselves, and a lot of feels-sharing.
All the scenes speak to me.
Excuse me, while I conserve my energy.
Vietnam is filled with curious people, if only you know where to look, and would look closely so.
You and me against the world.
Tears of joy at the sight of Woo Tak, the divine and heaven-sent.
A story of a tita who headed to Siquijor on Halloween, with nary a clue of the island's mystic origins.
Princess Mononoke: First, she’s a girl in fur. As in real, authentic fur. And check out her full wolf regalia!
Am I a liempo fan? Absolutely. Am I an inihaw fan? For sure. Am I a gulay fan? Hmmm, not really.
Because I am kind and have the natural inclination to share the good that I know, I’ll let you in one of tita city’s secrets.
Each ride is a journey to self-discovery, in which you may cultivate the most evil of thoughts and breed anger you never knew existed within you.
Until a recent trip to Zambales, I would only associate the word stoked with surfers and skateboarders, or Tom DeLonge, the first ever man in my life.
My one to ten, written in Filipino, complete with quickie translations in English to make your life easier. No Google Translate needed.
Will you be able to move on? Will you survive not knowing what to do with your life afterwards?
The title has nothing major to do with what I’m about to share, yet I mention it to give you a better picture and time frame of when I visited La Union.
I was twenty-five and lost in life, which was then mediocrely okay and I was not exactly in love with it.
DEAR TITA PACITA
The choice shouldn't only be to drop everything you have and go for it.
Trust yourself, trust the other person, and hope for the best.
I choose to answer your question with a self-evaluation.
Give yourself a reward like you would your own child or pet dog (whom you may also be calling your "baby").
My personal rule is always this: you’re not his mother or lover nor are you his creator or savior.
It is common behavior that preys on even the best of us, so please think through it first. Again, think. Through. It. First.
Be thankful that you are able because it is in that way that you can work, help out, and contribute to the everyday.