January of 2009. I walked into a cozy little structure at the basement of Baguio’s Laperal building.
Fourth time’s a charm for my bestfriend Ging. For three straight weeks I had evaded her enthusiasm to take me along during Sunday service. I wasn’t exactly a very open camper back then. I had my doubts. I had my preconceptions. And I had zero motivation to “practice religion”. But for the love of my bestfriend, having ran out of excuses, I just gave up and went along.
Walking past the rows of MidCity, I felt so out of place. Ging insisted we…
It’s easy to say ‘YES’ to any and every thing. But as simple as it is to give the alternative — NO — it poses to us, ten times the challenge than it is with the former.
A year’s worth of keeping my digital mouth shut and sorting out my thoughts — while trying to amp up my career path — led me to jot down one of society’s most serious and recurring conundrum thus far: the tragedy of having to say ‘NO’.
Isn’t it funny though? If we think about it, a positive answer almost always demands a positive…
Block. Unfollow. Delete. Restrict. Mute.
Sure, online social networking platforms had time and again managed to build new and unique ways to cancel people without the guilt that comes with it. It’s like eating a bag of chips that says “O% transfat, vegan, no-preservatives added”.
Or is it?
The internet has greatly influenced how people in general “do” life. From banking to groceries to intimate relationships and friendships — we’ve depended on how much the click of a button, the swipe of a screen or the taps on our smartphones could affect our daily routines.
“Just tell me YOU want me back. Tell me YOU need me.”
Legit, that was what he said at the time and I couldn’t keep myself from gawking and internally rolling my eyeballs on a three sixty. Twice over.
There I was, four years ago, sitting across the room with my hands crossed over me, eye to eye with this person in front of me, and I am seriously considering having my ear or my brain checked.
I smirked — hesitating to give out a belly laugh. And with a voice so clear, I was a bit surprised myself, I…
That was about the sum of how my big brother, as well as most people come to know me for when I was young.
With today’s obsession over lip fillers, plump lips and all those sort of stuff, you would not have imagined how unhinged I get back then whenever people commented on my puckers.
Because back then, it wasn’t a thing.
You see, growing up in a multi-cultural, but predominantly Asian country, as with other states, people had a standard of what beauty should look like. …
For three months, I went on a strange limbo of being under a writer’s block spell and at the same time being overly inspired. It’s like a very weird virus. Or an itch. And the itch is just screaming out to you, yet you cannot for the life of you, begin to scratch its ugly head off.
FREEDOM had always been one of those topics which are deemed both loved and taboo-filled. It has always been one of the things swirling around my head, begging me to let loose into discussion.
We all have notions of freedom. If…
I seriously doubt if anyone has as unique relationship with food and fitness as I do. It’s ridiculously funny at one point but rather inspiring at another.
Well, to understand it, we’d have to first retrospect on how my brother was acquainted with his food choices.
See, here is a case of a sharp stark contrast. My brother had the luxury of having the typical baby goo such as Gerber and Cerelac. Little did he know that for the next twenty or so years he would inevitably embark on a gastronomic journey towards sweets, junk food and soda. Flashback however…
After scouring my soul for inspiration the past weeks, I happen to stumble upon one of the oldest yet most up-to-date thoughts every human being had come across: LIVING.
Often, I hear, from popular songs to celebrity slogans and ridiculously put-together hash tags, people say “living the life”. Over time society has built this archetypal version of what YOLO looks like.
Majority of us buy into a cult-like belief that life meant having everything. And what is everything? It meant a sensible fashion outlook, the right connections, exclusive party invites, getting drunk on a scheduled basis (sometimes more), a bank…
I LOVED YOU. Past tense.
I have always been raised to treat any other person besides me, as esteemed and worthy of love. I don’t know if that was my Asian-Hispanic upbringing or influences, but that was how I, my brother and my cousins were brought up.
Needless to say, that was supersized with YOU.
It must have been my fault to have trusted you so easily. Sometimes I cringe at the thought that I did it ten times over, without a second thought. But most days, I can proudly say that I am owning this.
I am full of…
“Do you know the German word, sehnsucht,” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “The idea of an inconsolable longing for what we don’t understand. You believe that longing is for God. Or heaven. And that we can confuse it with longing for someone or something else.”
― Patti Callahan, Becoming Mrs. Lewis
There’s this movie I’ve always ALWAYS love going back to since it came up I think around 2008. It’s called Fireproof. …
The pages come alive with the soul of one who refuses to be smothered by normalcy.