Yet Another Goodbye

Yet Another Goodbye

This old café, it looks new. They’ve changed the chairs and the curtains, too. But to me, this place is all but the same cause we sat here today where the afternoon sun graced the old table where we used to hold hands and smile at each other. This old café, it looks new. They’ve changed the color and the music, too. And though this place is all but the same, we sat here today looking at each other in…

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An open letter to my vulnerable friend

An open letter to my vulnerable friend

You were always special to me. From the moment we were acquainted, to the vivid memory of us in the end of that fateful Uber ride. We were more than friends, we are bro’s. I knew from the very first beer we shared that we will become the sort of friends that could keep each other possibly for a lifetime and I have no doubt about that. In a lifetime, we would come across various people a handful of which,…

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Welcome to Coffee Break with Krissie!

Welcome to Coffee Break with Krissie!

I’ve decided to start a new segment for this blog with my really good friend, Krissie. The idea is very simple, and it’s to check out coffee from different local coffee shops. Please remember that we’re not really experts (obviously), but we do drink coffee a lot– actually, we are powered by coffee and are dependent on it, and this is just something that we have been meaning to do for quite some time now. Basically, we will just be…

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Tango

Tango

As the lights dimmed in this dance floor, I have come to my senses. I love how tender the touch, the unspoken sensuality, and the swinging feels, but this dance I can dance no more. For as the violins played, I stepped forward and you took two steps back. This playful dance had me chasing and begging, but this dance I can dance no more. For behind you was someone else about to join this dance I used to love…

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On trying to stay away…

On trying to stay away…

I’m distancing myself from you. From every glance, every smile, every sound of your voice, reassurances, and most importantly, your touch. I want to stay away from it all, knowing too well that, as always, it is a one-sided love affair that has somehow caught me and is slowly encapsulating me. No. Not again. I no longer want to conceal my love for anyone, and love them from the backdrop. No. Not again. So, I’ll say it out loud. I’ll…

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Intoxicated

Intoxicated

Yours are the eyes that I would not mind being trapped into. Like the hole to Wonderland, I’d creep right in and swirl down the abyss of your nostalgia, your numbness will block all sorts of clues that I’ve been there, seen it all, and tried to kiss it away to no avail. But I would gladly dive in again, a million times if I must, for your windows need cleaning to see I’m out here and in there screaming….

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The Things I Don’t Tell People

The Things I Don’t Tell People

There are days that I just couldn’t find the will to get out of bed. I guess we all do, although unlike most people it’s never just because I want to get more sleep. There are days wherein I stay in bed for hours staring blankly at the ceiling rethinking and rewinding situations that happened years ago or maybe a few days ago. They danced inside my head as I stare at the cracks, and I would ften I find…

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Imagining Things

Imagining Things

It might have been easier if I had said something or just turned and walked away the moment I felt it. But I didn’t. I try imagining what my life would have been like if I had opened my mouth and told him I liked him, but instead, I kept on imagining how empty and even more boring my life would be without him in it. I have known him for a while, it was nothing too grand, nothing too…

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Nowhere Girl Vlogs | Biking at Emerald Ave.

Nowhere Girl Vlogs | Biking at Emerald Ave.

My good friends Kim/Krissie and Aaron decided to teach me how to ride a bike one Sunday afternoon in Emerald Ave. in Ortigas Center. It was fun though it felt like they forced to teach me just because they wanted to ride a bike themselves. Yes, that’s right. I don’t know how to ride a bike, and yes my dad didn’t teach me as a child. THERE IS SOME MAJOR LAPSE IN MY SKILL SET AND I’M OKAY WITH THAT!…

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Nowhere Girl Vlogs | Zomato June FMU

Nowhere Girl Vlogs | Zomato June FMU

Last June, I was blessed to be invited to three Zomato foodie meet up. First, was at Coffee Book Cafe in Congressional, and just a few minutes away, at Pitstop Food Park. I was also invited at the best steakhouse in Ortigas: 22 Prime in Discovery Suites. You might already have read about them here in my blog, I just wanted to make a video about them. Bear with me please, I’m new at this vlog thing and I enjoy…

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