• Friends,  Personal Favorites,  Positivity

    I found comfort in the chaos of Makati

    In a bustling city of concrete and glass, we converged as strangers. Different people, different stories.

    One thing united us, as we eventually discovered: we were all broken in some way. Our past relationships with friends, family, and romantic partners haunted us. Those ghosts followed us all the way to Ayala Avenue, where an office building stood dark and formidable.


    Within those four walls, I experienced a gamut of emotions. Joy. Stress. Motivation. Pride. Anger. Sadness. You saw it all, from me helplessly weeping on the sidewalk to me practically yelling in the streets in a fit of rage.

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  • Places,  Ruminations

    My heart belongs to the city

    I’m a city rat. Always have been, always will be. That’s why I love Cubao: even with all the pickpockets, the energy of that place always warms my heart somethin’ fierce.
    Along Quezon Avenue

    Of course, the chaos of the city gets to me sometimes. The roar of some douchebag’s motorcycle at 2AM, the yelling of drunken maniacs on the streets… Not to mention the filth, smell, and crowds of the metro. It’s almost enough to make me want to live in a farm.