I’m sorry, your honor.

I’ve been very vocal about how I adore and love Pinterest. Box of gold.

I was looking for quotes that can be of good use to inspire not just me but also others who are in need of some extra push. And then this. It says…

Well, your honor, I have nothing against the master author of that thought but if you will allow me the opportunity to think aloud, I believe na…

Ang secret to be happy is to dream big dreams for yourself, your loved ones, your community (kasi hindi lang ikaw at pamilya mo ang pwede mong matulungan, wag kang selfish), pray for those dreams, work for and invest in them, and when they come true give yourself a pat on the back, kumain ka ng ice cream (Carmen’s Best Salted Caramel), thank God and ask what He wants you to do next. Kung hindi man magkatotoo ang mga dreams na ‘yan, still give yourself a pat on the back, eat ice cream (downgrade konti from Carmen’s Best), thank God and ask what He wants you to do this time.

Kasi, your honor, I believe that whether our heart’s desires come true or not, we will only be truly happy if we give our 100 percent in pursuit of our dreams. Because in so doing we know that every ounce of energy, time and effort invested was for an even bigger purpose.

Iyon bang hindi ka naloka kung hindi man nagkatotoo at kung nagkatotoo man, hindi ka kinain ng sistema.

If not properly analysed (analyst na’ko ngayon) and reflected on, one may conclude that it’s OKAY to not do anything. Just let things be without doing anything.

M16 mode but to each his own.

Ika nga eh, we are all responsible for the choices we make and the truths we believe in.

Minsan kasi hindi mo alam you are reading to yourself other people’s fears and limitations, not your own.

Maging mapanuri,


huwag matakot sumugal,

huwag tatamad-tamad,

at magdasal.


I may not agree with you this time but I’m still grateful because you made me think really hard and write again. Yay!

Pinterest, the best.


Medals and ribbons and a skyscraper.

I was stuck with this view for a good 120 seconds because Kuya didn’t beat the red light.

Thank you, heavens! Hallelujah!

While I could pass for someone who was “nakatanaw sa kawalan”, I was actually staring at this tall building, a view not so unfamiliar, wondering how much it costs to afford an address in such a prime location.

And then I freaked out in silence.

For a while I thought something was wrong with my head. Or is the ground shaking?

I thought that One Roxas Triangle is slowly, very slowly, tilting towards my direction.

“It’s moving! Hala! Why?”.

Red turns to Green.

And then I snapped out of my absurd imaginations in broad daylight.

I totally forgot that the earth revolves in its axis.


That said, Happy Graduation/Recognition/Moving Up Day, kids!

Stay in school. Do well in school.

Being at it or even finishing it with flying colours will not ensure you a bright future nor will it not ever make you forget the basics of Science, case in point ako, but know that there’s a reason why shortcuts never work and why going through the slow and sometimes painful process of education will do you more good than harm.

Even if you think it’s unnecessary.

Even if it will all make sense many years after.

Stay humble.

And may your dreams come true.

Coopon – Cuepon

One of the reasons why I prefer Bo’s over other coffee shops is its free WiFi access. No need to buy a loyalty card or pay extra. All I need to do is go in, buy a cup of coffee, request for connection access, head to my favorite spot if it’s not yet taken, key in those WiFi log ins and then I work.

I wish that’s always the case. Sadly (not really) it’s not. Busy hours mean a full house and a full house means everyone’s practically connected.

So limited lang pwede? Ganon?

Third world problems. Or not really.

Except only when I am in dire need to get something virtually done ASAP, I actually relish the moment when I’m left with nothing but make do with what I have without the distraction of an Internet connection.

Like today.

These coupons didn’t serve their purpose to put it simply (that’s all what the title is about. Haha

No one’s judging if you say it as “coo-” or “cue-“. Daming issue sa mundo para unahin ‘yan)

But the good part is I was able to navigate Numbers, organise some long overdue work related files, put deadlines on a few must-do this year and still have time to observe passersby, shoot a deadly look to two men who were swooning over a girl wearing skimpy shorts and get lost in my thoughts – I’m such a dreamer. The lattermost is usually a good exercise for the mind and soul, though, it can also sometimes be a dangerous place to wander for me. And since I’m in my own sea of daydreaming, the struggle to slowly pull back to the now is often met with resistance. If I haven’t made myself clear yet, I’m such a dreamer.

But when the other side of dreaming starts to kick in – the work at hand, the process that’s entailed, the energy and discipline required, sometimes I end up a control freak over what needs to be done, what needs to be ironed out, deadlines that shouldn’t be pushed back because doing so would mean complacency.

But I’d rather deal with the overwhelming reality to make those dreams happen than not dream at all. Or worse, just dream and do nothing.

And then realisations come one by one and I want to put them down in writing, like I used to, but I can’t seem to get to the bottom of my ideas every time. When I say “like I used to”, I meant writing at length, expounding on those ideas and Aha! moments. Sadly, all I get to afford these days is no longer a blog entry that I’m happy and satisfied with but instead short notes (Thanks, NOTES).


Before I get distracted, run out of words or change my mind about this, I’ll stop.

I think I’ve finally written a spontaneous one after a long while.


Up here.

At eye level to this scenic view, I can clearly remember how I was in some serious self-talk at this point. Braving each kunat step going up our route’s major ascent when my phone suddenly rang really loud because mi mudra is calling to greet me a Happy Birthday!

I had to take the call because the sound has to stop (if it were someone else’s phone I’d be very annoyed) and of course because it was Mama. She knows what I was up to that morning but I doubt if I gave her a clear picture of what I was getting into.

Or on a second thought, there’s no need really.

Like any child who is convinced that she is old enough to decide of what’s good for her, while any possible parental objection maybe welcomed, she chooses to filter what to share and what to hold back.

And I find that moment really sweet, candid and very humbling.

With all the pride that I was carrying in me for running by myself, not podium finish fast but just going non-stop, that moment planted my feet back on a flat and solid ground. The irony of breathing in all the energy and strength while at a mountaintop and at the same time feeling like a little girl who looks forward the most to her parents’ birthday greeting.

And so my decision to devote my time in just keeping on and less on the “unnecessary”, meaning no picture taking, had to be bent a little.


… because that moment reminded me that my mother is an ever unfailing presence in most of my difficult climbs (literal and figurative) – some thrown my way, some because of my own doing. 😂

Missing you so much, Papa! I love you.

Let it go.

In 2013, as I was readying to move out of my home address then, I had a hard time choosing what to and what not to bring with me. Which meant that I had to say goodbye to some stuff that I have strong attachments with. Clingy sa gamit than tao.

You know that feeling when you want to declutter and you see some stuff that you’ve not laid eyes on for a while but seeing them feels as if it’s a sin to not keep them anymore. Like clothes you’ve not really used for more than a year but seeing them AGAIN (haha) instantly takes your brain to a hopeful state that one day you and that dress will have a moment.

Hoard, keep, pile up them boxes, fill those cabinets to the last space it can accommodate. Or squeeze them altogether. There always seems to be room for the very unused old and the beloved new ones.

My home space right now forces me to be a “less is more” kind of a person. A step by step process that I still struggle with but is making Mary Kondo very happy.

I’m reminded of this kind of attachment because a few days back I had to say goodbye to my phone that has served me really well for the past 2 years and a half. Due to my own doing. Moral of the story is: Take care of your stuff, especially the essential ones. And then please do define the meaning of ESSENTIAL in your life. Clearly.

With it are hundreds of files and thousands of photos that I’ve sorted in different albums, all I believe are important to me.

That phone, with all the ease and limitations that come it, I wasn’t ready to let go yet. Okay pa eh. 😦

Nope. No cloud or some sort of backup except for the contacts. THANK GOD for Gmail. Ayoko pong mag manual save ng sandamakmak na tao, Lord. Needless to say, had that been the case, this would have been more difficult. The anonymity of every person who’d call and text me is giving me a headache.

Anyway, back to letting go.

I realised that this recent life-changing (Aba, oo!) incident made me realign my perception towards minimalism. Of appreciating the present, just enough to not get too attached, as these will all eventually become a thing of the past in the future.

I’ve saved, kept and refused to delete thousands of photos because I feel as if I need them. As if deleting some of them is tantamount to me not being grateful for the memories that I associate with those photos. The kind of need that I will be incomplete without them. Ganon.

All of my niece’s videos. Hay.

Yet here I am. Whole as I can be.

Loving my new phone and ready to make new memories. And will be ever ready (battery… mais) to discard what’s no longer necessary. What a very liberating thing to say!

Here now in what I dub as “my admiration for Steve Jobs’ vision has come full circle” chapter.

New phone’s first photo. Not my idea. May nangialam.

Life can either be complicated or simple. Complicated na nga utak mo, pati sa gamit magulo rin? Crazy.

It’s your call.

Elsa wins!

DB – Sol Hicksk

Hello, 2018!

I have long given up making a list of resolutions when a new year comes. Largely because I believe that the step to changing for the better is possible in any given day a person wills to. But that’s another story.

So about fresh starts.

Who doesn’t love new beginnings?


Endless of them.

I think we all do.

Regardless of status, previous achievements or backslides, we are all equally wealthy in terms of time. When the clock struck midnight on December 31st, everything was back to square 1. Reset. Restart.

Time. A gift that is probably the most priceless there is. But how we will make use of it will spell a major difference from who we are when the clock went 00:00:00 to the person and the life we envisioned in the coming year will be.

The in-between, ika nga.

Just imagine 365 days (350 as I write. What???) to walk and see through to the end. Amazing, right?

However way you do yours, my prayer is that we all get to the end strong, grateful and better.

Yes. We’re talking about beginnings but I’m already at the finish line. (Woman!)

Seriously, my other big prayer is that from today until God only knows when, may we all – in the words of Solomon Hicks, “Dream not just to get by. But to dream big dreams. Have the humility to ask for help. Have the courage and commitment to work hard. DREAM BIG.”


Everywhere I go I’m gonna let my light shine…



My newsfeed is now a pin board of people’s Best of 2017.

Usually, it’s about new discoveries; and usually it’s about new destinations. I think most of us want to go see places, don’t we?

As of late, it’s more about gatherings and reunions. The gift of family and valued life relationships.

May it be a travel thanksgiving or something material or intangible, we want to look back and express words of gratitude.

And I pray that we can all do that.

But life as it is quiet surprises even the most careful planner in all of us. It takes us to unexpected turns, detours or extensions, that when faced with these, all we can do is dive in and plunge albeit reluctantly. Gotta keep going. Sometimes, these surprises disturb the balance we’ve long held on to, making it seemingly impossible to say a simple thanks. Zooming in our focus more on where we fell short and what went wrong. For some, the imbalance may come off as a failure to consistency. A lack in gusto that may equate to being less committed. For some, though, they take it as a new ground to learn more and how to be better moving forward.

To get to the latter, I guess that’s where the often unappreciated self-compassion comes in.

It’s when you give the much needed patience, care and chance to begin again to the most important person in your story. You.

And maybe a pat on the back for not being too hard on yourself because you’ve been too hard on yourself.

That said, I may have just summed up my 2017. 🙂

So there. As we bid this year goodbye and as we welcome a new one very, very soon, I pray that we have the heart to be grateful no matter the circumstance – for all that was, is and will be.

May the next 365 days inspire you to dream up and commit to work for a good life not only for yourself but also for the people you care for deeply. And in all this, remember, self-compassion.

< em>Photo from a Goalcast clip that I saw on Facebook. And speaking of gratitude, a loud thank you goes to the genius people behind Goalcast. Like/follow their page. There’s more to Facebook than your family/friends’ annoying posts. ✔️