
Saturday – Sunday
January 30-31, 2016
I think my most valuable learning from the event was that a lot of creatives like to color their hair (mostly blonde and blue). But I got other insights and lessons as well. Read on!
Musings of a human trapped in the Philippines

Saturday – Sunday
January 30-31, 2016
I think my most valuable learning from the event was that a lot of creatives like to color their hair (mostly blonde and blue). But I got other insights and lessons as well. Read on!

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.

And just like that, 2015 is almost over. It’s been awfully fast in my opinion, but it has been filled with lots of juicy content.
I’ve dubbed 2015 my “renaissance year” because this is the year I’ve decided to go out of my comfort zone and try new things that life offers.
In this post I’ll be summarizing my year and also making a short list of things to improve on for the next. Here we go!

Aside from being fitness-inclined, I’ve noticed a few traits I have that make it easier for me to climb a mountain. I believe each one of us is different and we all have traits that make us more adapted to particular sets of activities. Here, I try to explain the inherent adaptations I have and how they prove to be useful in hiking.

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.

Before I was a stalwart paragon of mountaineering and the epitome of leave no trace, I was a mere mortal who committed vile and horrendous crimes against nature during my early jaunts into the great outdoors.
So, in order to appease my conscience and maybe in some way pass on important knowledge, I shall recount all my sins against the very mountains I’ve grown to adore. Prepare your stomachs, because this journey into my fallible past is about to get really dirty.