
This is going to be a quick brain-fart about the reflections I had while bedridden with a strong bout of fever and flu. Because when is the better time to talk about rest than when you’re decommissioned due to the lack of it?
Musings of a human trapped in the Philippines
#BoysWhoATBP is just a dump for those random activities that don’t deserve their own category yet. Maybe I’m just trying something new.

This is going to be a quick brain-fart about the reflections I had while bedridden with a strong bout of fever and flu. Because when is the better time to talk about rest than when you’re decommissioned due to the lack of it?

During high school and college, I hated schedules. I would seldom commit to anything unless absolutely necessary. Even until now, this phobia of commitment still has a grip on some aspects of my personality. Could it be the reason why I’ve been single for so long?
I’ve mentioned previously that I got my wallet stolen on the bus. Well, along with my hard-earned cash, my UMID and ATM cards disappeared just like that as well. So for the sake of closure, I’m going to chronicle my journey to having these replaced. Hopefully it’ll be of help to someone since crime isn’t gonna disappear any time soon.

I’m sure everyone has heard of the adage, “Knowledge is power.”
But I have found this adage a bit incomplete. You might know everything there is about a certain topic, but if you don’t do anything with it, it might as well be as if you know nothing.

I remember climbing Mt. Pulag, feeling over-encumbered by the weight of my pack as I ascended the steep trail. And I thought to myself, Do I really need to carry all these things?

[Disclaimer: Sorry in advance for my unorganized thoughts. I’ll do my best to format them in the most cohesive way, but please try to keep up as they can be all over the place.]
Imagine being asked the question, “What are you willing to die for?”

This was a brief (hehe) brain fart (hehe) that I had while in the backseat of our car as my family went out for dinner. I was pondering on the mysteries of life and what motivates us to do the things we do, when this came to mind. It’s a thought that roots from my Christian upbringing and links to my fitness endeavors.

If it’s not that obvious yet, I am a sucker for documenting things. From itineraries to lists, to everyday happenings, I love collecting memories and placing them somewhere I can revisit them.
This is probably why I have a notable collection of notebooks. Waaaay more notebooks than I can use on a regular basis.