I love my body, I love my youth. Things change for the better, always.

we don’t fall

dreaming the way your lips touched my lips in a kiss,
praying for all our dreams as they built what we wish

Frustrations and questions: my MINT9 experience

In the end, the Manila Intervarsity has always been envisioned as a tournament that would bridge the gap between older and younger generations. Whatever the case, I feel like we did accomplish that in many respects. There’s nothing like trial by fire and injustice to light the passion and keep it burning.


Another year of art, wine and life. A dump of my favorite picks.

Hey HK 2017!

I resolved to be more punctual this year. Good thing I didn’t set a deadline for this travel post. πŸŽ€ it’s always the start of the rest of your life β€’ http://wp.me/p28hEi-254 #HK2017 #travel #hk #fam . . . . . Music: Funk City by Reatch https://soundcloud.com/reatch Creative Commons β€” Attribution 3.0 Unportedβ€” CC BY…

basket of angry and mute kittens

silence speaks nothing — To be consumed by words until they come stumbling out, arranged and resonant, unwilling to bow to the closure of strict lips. What is that? Where is it– I’ve written copies, and rallies, and letters YET none of the words that reside in me have my heart, and I’m— Scared. SCARED…