Here, There, & Everywhere

It's hard to admit it, but most of us, if not, all of us live in a life of regrets. It does not matter how big or small that may be, most of the time we have that thing at the back of our heads that bugs us, that keeps us awake late at night, that keeps us from moving forward. Those missed moments and opportunities constantly haunt us. The 'what ifs' that we will never know, the 'could and should have beens' that will never be and cannot be. Unfortunately for us, time travel is not at the moment possible, we can never go back to that split second that changed our lives entirely, even if we wanted to, even if we prayed to all the gods, we know in our hearts that, what is, is not what was. There's something about the past that makes us want to forget it but also remember it. We want to go back and yet we want to leave it all behind. Funny, but in order for us to forget, is that first we have to remember. Remember the stupidities that you've made and hope ...

The truth about long distance relationships and other things they don't tell from a girl who's had 2. I've been meaning to blog about this topic for a long time already and I just can't seem to find time where in i'm not super stressed or super light-headed. I don't want to write when I'm either the two or else the entry would just be biased and one sided. It's either gonna sound like a dreamy teeny-booper relationship or a relationship from hell. I'm gonna try my best to be neutral and true about it, so here goes.  First order of business, my history- I was in a Long Distance Relationship that didn't work (obviously). It was my first relationship, we were both in college and it lasted about 3 years or so. When I moved to Singapore, we were headed for our 3rd year mark. Stuff happened, and I tell you, stuff really do happens when one of you decides to move without a definite date of return. So yeah, that relationship ended. And I don't...

Rantings about this and that, becuase I can, and because the internet told me to do it. Mostly just word vomit. Read at your own risk! ∆∆∆ Quarter life- the part of adulthood we've been anxiously waiting since we 20 somethings left the teen world. It's not something that surprised us in the face, in fact, we were more than ready for it, putting "I'm-ready-for-you-quarter-life-I'm-gonna-own-this-year" captions in our photos whilst holding a cake with 2 and 5 candles on it. And admit it, we've all read tons of articles in thought catalog, buzzfeed, cosmo and all that jazz, hoping to prepare us for what's ahead. Turning 25 meant we no longer belong to the young 20's, it's also kind of saying goodbye to the young adult bracket. This is the first year we start getting our shit together, when the fact is most of us don't even have shit to "get together." But what is it with this thing called quarter life that gets us all uneasy...

Dance like no one's watching, sing like no ones listening. Learn to dance under the rain without an umbrella. Re-learn the art of falling down and scraping your knees. Protect yourself, wear a helmet. A sequel to how I lost my phone to a trust funded kid . And the things I learned after 2 months without a smartphone.  ∆∆∆ Dramatic and superficial as it may sound, when I lost my phone, I was upset of the fact that  I wouldn't be connected to the world anymore. Losing my iPhone was like losing part of my life. More than its physical entity, I got sad because of the sentimental values it had. The memories it held and stored, all gone just like that. And because I was superficial like that, after 2 weeks of having my phone stolen, I found myself in an Apple store purchasing another iPhone with what's left of my life savings. It did not bother me at all that I would be spending so much for a phone so long as I have one; the phone-less days were killing me. I was so attac...

Just quarter an hour away from the noisy and polluted Manila, up the mountains of Antipolo Rizal is a quaint white house that shelters art of all sorts. I first heard about this museum when I saw photos from my friends during their visits and I told myself that I had to go there when I go back Manila. It took me months before I finally decided to go. Pinto Art Museum is no ordinary museum, first of all, it used to be a house- well actually it still is a house and some parts of it is not open to the public; second is, most of the art there are part of the personal collection of the owner, whom I heard is a doctor- thank you Manong for the information. What I like about Pinto is that its galleries can be found in the different parts of the vicinity, they are situated in a way that you would have to walk out in the garden, that also have several sculptures all over. The ambiance of the whole place just made want to live there and be connected to my inner Picasso and Mozart. Now, if onl...

To cut the long story short, I went to an event that I wasn't supposed to be in: Close Up Forever Summer. That's how I lost my iPhone to a trust funded kid.  I wasn't supposed to be there for several reasons. Reason number one, it was pricey, and I'm broke. I mean, I would pay for a concert yeah, but a concert with a bunch of EDM dj's pushing buttons and shouting "MANILAAAAA!!!!" heck no. But I did still pay and went. Reason two, hours before the concert, I realized that I've already seen the main act- Alesso, "play" and push buttons, but shouting "SINGAPOREEEEE!!!!" and saw him absolutely free of charge. But I still went anyway. Reason three, upon arriving to the event, I saw that I was older than 90% of the concert attendees, it was like being in a high school fair, only  there weren't any dress codes at all. Picture 17 year old girls in bikini tops and micro short shorts, and pre-mature teenage boys in tank tops ...