- Bantay Church
- Bantay Bell Tower
- Calle Crisologo
- Baluarte Open Zoo
- Hidden Garden
- Paburnayan Jar Making
- Quirino Bridge
- Grape Farm, La Union
There will always be someone out there waiting for you — waiting for your name to pop on their phone screen, waiting for you to show up, waiting for you to realize that they’ve always been there — basically waiting for you to notice them.
Sometimes, we tend to feel scared of venturing out of our routine but in reality, there are people waiting for you to realize that you deserve better. You deserve to be given all the attention, all the happiness, and most importantly, you deserve to be at peace.
Day in and day out, all I do is write. A lot of people would ask me, “What is it with writing that you adore so much?” The truth is, I’ve tried and tried, but I could never come up with the perfect answer or explanation for that particular question because, really, it had me thinking, what is it with writing that I love so much?
When I am writing, the world seemed limitless and so were my words. Somehow, I feel like when I am in front of my laptop, my hands perfectly coordinates with my keyboard – as if the words flow naturally. It’s like inhaling life itself and penning them down to make every unexpected moment frozen in time.
Every composition is written with a trinket of my blood – siphoning every bit of my heart so I could come up with the perfect prose, the perfect article, the perfect letter – each article symbolizes a different battle scar. So when I write about love, I hope you know that each article took a lot of digging deep into the depths of my heart – every article took a piece of my heart to justify your presence in my midst.
Remember that pens are mightier than swords and each layer I peel out from myself to write about the magnificence of your existence in my life – how your scars are nothing but blemishes to a flawless exterior or how your stare felt like the sun touching my skin or how your smile can turn a stormy day into summer – I am slowly putting down my shield.
You see, every story I write is a moment of weakness; it’s as if I am letting you peek straight into my soul – as if I am slowly destroying the walls surrounding my heart – and slowly opening up to you and to the world before us.