When you’re climbing uphill in a smelly hipster sandwich, shivering despite your winter coat and three layers of clothes, you start asking yourself if seeing this next band was really worth leaving your nice, cozy spot behind
2010 has been a year of awesome vacations for Marco and I. Last month, we spent a week eating and shopping at Bangkok. This month, we were determined not to let the summer pass without going to the beach, something we’ve been too busy to do since last summer’s trip to La Union. I didn’t
When I was a kid, I used to have these recurring dreams where I’d go surfing under cloudless blue skies. I have never gone surfing as a child, nor was I particularly keen about learning how to, but in my dreams I’d feel as though I were one with the waves carrying me gently to
I meant to publish this during the evening of December 31 but writing this entry took longer than I thought, and I was already late for New Year’s Eve shenanigans. So I’m sitting here at the lobby of the pretentious condominium development my grandparents insist on living in when they’re at the city, getting a
Let me warn you that this is probably going to be the most scattered entry I have on such a touchy subject but I don’t really have the time nor the patience to attempt to be politically correct at this moment. Right now I am sitting at the domestic terminal of the San Francisco airport,
I had been to Anawangin Cove only once and had a great time despite never having gone camping before. Of course the last time I was there, I was also with experienced campers, a car, a cooler, and had answers to questions like, “What’s for dinner?” and “How are we going to keep the beer
Microtel Boracay O hai sponsors sup? If it were not for our lovely sponsors, I would not have spent last weekend with bloggers in Boracay. It’s funny, because I’ve been to Boracay twice, and I don’t believe I’ve spent more than a thousand pesos for both trips. The first time I was at Boracay, friends
I damn near didn’t go to the Anawangin Cove beach trip my friends from work were organizing. For one thing, I’d been feeling strangely lethargic and exhausted all week. Then I was told we’d be heading to a remote island with no electricity, running water, or anything that’s been invented after the 1800s, and that
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have chosen to spend my last days of unemployment at Boracay. It’s just like how I swore that I would never set a foot inside Embassy; I’m too fucking cool and non-conformist to go to where the rich and famous party. But from the moment I emerged from my final
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