Someone texted me something that I considered to be the most heart-warming message I got during the holidays! It’s definitely an ode to a free-spirited person like me. This post is definitely dedicated to my very inspiring professor who has not only taught me so much but has become a father to me in college. He’s the one who texted me this message quoting from a medieval Turkish saint, Jalaluddin Rumithat has a lot to do with his fascination over gypsies and their way of life. So, here it is…


Dance when you are broken.

Dance when you’ve torn apart ego’s chain.

Dance in the middle of sorrows.

Dance in the midst of pain.

Dance in ecstasy in seeing the beloved.

Dance to the beat of Life’s music. Let your soul feel through every rhythm, every high and fall- because with dancing you become one with yourself, with nature and with the universe.
Dance with me, will you? 🙂

Last Friday night

If you may recall perfectly, last Friday night was supposedly the end of the world. Until it got postponed.

Nonetheless, thinking that it’s gonna end in any way we can imagine, my friends and I threw an end-of-the-world party. It was the most prepared party I had for my closest friends since time immemorial but only a few cam due to some reasons which we will still scrutinize. I mixed the drinks for the first time. At least I had a first in my supposedly last day on Earth, right? 🙂 We had barbecue, pizza and mallows. After the bountiful food we had, we went to the rooftop, a little dizzy, and decided to watch 2012 to laugh at it. But we were kinda bored so we watched The Dictator instead. Damn, that movie was funny, my stomach was aching from an hour of laughing. It was reaaally racist and if you were so serious, I can’t imagine what you’ll do from anger!

After the movie, we had to exchange our exact 43.50-peso gifts. It’s impressive how one of our friends got a gift that really had that amount when all the others are struggling looking for one. Others just added coins to make it sum up to 43.50 pesos. And because I only prepared the gift an hour before the party, I just crafted my own gift certificate that entitled the receiver a free hug and tap in the back.Really creative and fun! You should do that too, saves you time and money but fun nonetheless.

Finally, we had another round of an unfinished bottle of Jose Cuervo; we didn’t finish it too. It was tequila-> favorite! 😀 and being our usual kiddy, weird selves we played with the bubbles and remembered that we had to take a picture of us that day because it only happens once until we were told that the end of the world was postponed . So I guess there’ll be another end of the world then. Looking forward for another awesome party.

Here’s what I got from my cam…


What we gain from losing

Manny Pacquiao, Juan Manuel Marquez

Today is definitely a sad day for Filipinos in and out of the country.

Because today we’ve witnessed our hero fall flat down. And yes, I’m talking about the recent defeat of our very own Manny Pacquiao to Marquez. I am not a big fan of boxing especially seeing bloody faces get beaten to pulp BUT when it’s a Manny Pacquiao fight, well everything just changes. I go out and join a massive group of boys in the living room and enjoy the fist-to-fist livestream via pay-per-view because I just love how Manny wins every time.

This time though, it ended pretty different from what we all expected and hoped for.

I am blogging about this because I am sad. Sad to see disappointed faces after Manny getting totally knocked out on the sixth round of the fight. Talk about planking. I was betting for Marquez but deep down I hoped Manny wins. Sad to see questioning eyes when translated to words would probably speak – “Why?”

Yeah. Why? Why did Manny lose? Or why did he lose that way in particular? Why that even in the most glorious times where Filipinos could gather round and be as one did the times fail? Was Manny not practicing? Did Marquez get stronger? or was it because Manny did not wear his rosary beads? There were a lot of questions but we failed to ask the right one.

What’s wrong with losing? We have already engraved in our minds that Pacquiao wins every time. He is our Hero and so far before this game he has proven to be that exactly.  Fight after fight we’ve seen him rise to the occasion and always proves to be the best fighter in his field. But it was different today. Manny was not the better player but that didn’t mean he was not a better man. There are things you learn each and every moment you experience. Manny lost but heck, we gained something far more than just that belt could offer. Here are a few –

It’s funny how twisted the hands of fate may work sometimes. Manny was younger, bigger, and definitely wealthier but then again. Maybe it was God’s way of telling us that Manny is still human. A person. Someone who can still be beaten and lose. Today it proved us how human we are, how even when we have everything we can still lose something far more than what you expected. My heart is aching for Manny because out of all the things he could have failed, it was boxing where he was really good at –that  truly knocked him down. Ironic but definitely true.

Manny’s defeat also taught us of humility. All these times when Manny won we celebrated but never forgot of bashing the other side on how weak they were against Manny. Hatton was one of them. Never was a time that I don’t remember people laughing on how Hatton got totally knocked down by Manny in the 4th round of their fight. I remember cruel laughs and teasing. And now? Everyone was left speechless. Let’s not forget that there are always 2 sides of the coin. God let us try the other side to know how it feels when you’ve been beaten to pulp and then ridiculed. It’s sad because I know they were all doing their best but only one can be declared as the better fighter but they were all great mean with great hearts. And to all players, especially to Pacman and Marquez – hands down to you!

Let’s talk about belief this time. Earlier when we were watching the game I heard many reasons from my neighbors why Manny lost. Some said because he was doing politics too much, others said that he didn’t practice that much, others believed that it was because he did not do the sign of the cross. Okay. Now, I am a believer of God. I swear. But my dad and I just don’t get along well when we talk about this. He was one of the guys who said that religion has something to do with all of it now that Manny is not Catholic anymore. I mean does that mean that any other religion except Catholicism would not guarantee you a better fate? What the heck??

I always believe that it’s something more than that. It’s not about the labels and what you do while you identify yourself as that — but it’s the belief. And maybe this time, I hope I’m right to say that our beliefs are not channeled to where they’re supposed to be. Instead believing that Manny could win because we believe in him no matter what would have been a lot better. We blame religion, we blame money, we blame politics but what about us? Don’t you think we’re part of the blame on how we’re so sad right now when losing is not something to really become so depressed about?

It’s not a good news really but damn, it is just a game. It’s part of the game – winning and losing. Manny said it himself – we lose because it’s part of being a player. Although it is a bit sad especially when you lost a lot money betting for Pacman but its part of taking risks and at least at the end of the day there are always lessons that we could gain from it.Losing is not a bad thing, sometimes it’s necessary- to tow us in line, to remind us that things don’t go our way sometimes. Losing can teach us a lot of things, gaining something winning cannot offer – something we needed but we didn’t know we did.

Kudos Pacquiao for putting up a good fight! You will always be the winner in our hearts. Here’s to your courage, your heart and your undeniably strong spirit. You always make us proud! Mabuhay!


Always a fan,


One for the weather

It’s a good time to chill and listen to good music when it’s raining and really cold.
Here’s to Parachute‘s Kiss me Slowly. Enjoy!

and a few others you might like —-

Laters baby,


SIX and a Half


You’ve probably seen this picture featured in one of my posts. Yup, that one. So you probably know that this post is dedicated to how I ended my November. Spare me though that I did this one so late, I was packed up with so many things to do and places to go. Nonetheless, I’m just happy I’ll be able to share this one to you before another good week starts.

So last Friday which was the 30th of November was a holiday which means there were no classes & we can wake up really late. But since we’re different, we were so energetic that day we woke up real early (and by we i was referring my friends – Clark, Bogs, Bonx) to join a camp on Thanksgiving & Bonifacio day! The camp didn’t involve smores & campfires though because it was about blogging. Yes, you heard that right, we went to Cebu Bloggers’ Camp 3 @ the Cebu International Convention Center.

And damn, out of all the things that would’ve happened – we were too early for our standards. So we ate breakfast first @ 7-11 with my Papa. He even joked about making a convenience store of his own named “9-11” since he thinks it’s more catchy, original(?), and historical! Whoo! What inspiring ideas my father always gives it makes me laugh. hahaha 😀

The camp started around 10 so we had enough time to socialize and extend our network of bloggers. Its funny how you think they’re all intimidating people but then when you get to know them and get past the shyness you’ll discover you have so much in common. What’s amazing is that I;m sharing this moment with my closest friends in the world. At least, I have them to talk to when all else fails. 🙂

They grouped us in 10’s and I was in group 6 where people seemed really quiet. I’m the noisy type so I was feeling awkward but I finally warmed up after a few good minutes. The series of talk were inspiring, it opened us to prospects of making money out of our blogs. But since I’m a newbie, that’s a long road for me tread yet. I expected something different though, more of like the 101’s of everything including this. I didn’t really know what to feel because as the hours dragged, so did the talks. I had to entertain myself with my group mates – we paper-chatted each other and had to know their “how-did-they-get-into-the-blogging-business” story. Some started out really early, some used blogging to spread their advocacy, some for business, some for educational purposes, some a place for their unheard thoughts, some for their art and some, like me, to satisfy their souls. haha yeah right, forgive the melodramatic me.

Lunch came and there was the festive feel again, the groups dispersed and back to their cliques (more like their blogging niches). And I was back to my college friends while my 2 girls are in the back involved in such a lively discussion with the pros of the blogging biz. We just laughed our lunch away with jokes and silly puns we had on each other. Food was great and there was a special treat that I tasted for the first time which was Pastilan! It was a 25-peso treat that can fill your stomach in no time. Good for people who are in a rush but would still want to eat good food. Try Pastilan everyone cos its amazingly delish. 🙂


PHOTO credits goes to Dindy Garcia (6 1/2’s team leader)

Others went home so the groups are waning. Groups 6 and 7 combined thus the 6 1/2 name. Haha The things we did were funny, though they were silent, each respected each other. We shared some thoughts about our common interests and our group cheer which was totally lame. hahahah The talks continued and it dragged on to some kind of marketing thing which I was not really interested in. Though it helps a lot to listen but my mind oftentimes wandered to some place else. Like how I wanted the camp to be something that would make me figure out what I really wanted for my blog – it even confused me more. I know marketing is always a good future for a blog to prosper but since they invited bloggers and non-bloggers alike, I would’ve wanted to have all those inspirational crap we always love to hear on camps cos it makes us feel good and inspired. Nonetheless, I met new friends and learned a few valuable lessons along the way.

Thank you Cebu Bloggers’ Camp for the opportunity of widening our horizons to infinite possibilities. A major thanks to the sponsors too for supporting things like these for people to come together and share whatever ideas they have. And of course, to the readers for inspiring each blogger to give a part of ourselves with the aim of inspiring you in any way we can. What a wonderful experience we had and it wasn’t even the best part yet.

The best part of course was what happened after. Since its TGIF, a holiday and a good week in total – a group tradition was to meet up and do whatever. This time we planned on going local and went back to our very own city to discover new places we can hang out. We rode the multicab that says “Soong”  because we were heading to the Tiki place in Maribago. We debated whether we were there yet, about to be there or have gone past by it already. So we decided to stop in the middle of the road and just walked our way till we saw something else – An italian bistro alongside Karancho Beach Resort. And *light bulb* it was like WIFI connection when we agreed to ditch the Tiki place to this –  A classy Italian dinner at La Bella Napoli.

We ordered 2 family pizzas cos our other friends were coming from their own “camp” just playing DOTA all day. haha In a classy dinner, a good wine would always do the trick. There were a few bumps along dinner like not having corked-wine and paying 100 bucks for corkage? haha Nonetheless, the whole experience was perfect. It felt like we weren’t really in Lapu-Lapu. We even went to Karancho for a stroll FOR FREE! We just told the guard that we’re looking at the place as our Christmas Party venue. The natural con-artists that we were, we got in and enjoyed the view for free. We had good food, a good laugh & a good amount of drinking enough to make me feel so warm. 

After dinner, we dropped by a karaoke place to sing some songs for the road. Its funny how irritating our voices were and the boys can’t do anything about it. We were all having a good time and enough – when my Papa called me that he was waiting for me somewhere so that we can go home together. Always the typical end to the extraordinary stunts we do. 🙂 Atleast there was something to keep me on the leash and checked from time to time.

What a good week I have had. Hope you had the same! 🙂 Here’s to 6 and a half days of being happy and then some…

Cheers for a better week,