By the end of September, I knew I had to come to my most favorite place for healing. Siargao has always ranked number one in that aspect. It checks all my boxes.
✅ great beaches
✅ surfing
✅ good food
✅ friendly people
✅ non-stop night parties

It has been 5 years since I made an informative blog post about Siargao, and so this time, I wanted to share with everyone all the deets in my latest Siargao retreat.

On the same weekend, we decided to go on a thrift shop shopping spree where I spent 330 pesos for 7 pieces of clothing. I know. What a steal, right?

I've always been into the dramatics - all the emotions, the flavors and flares of life.

When I was young, I used to get so offended when people call me "OA" (over acting). I remember how that was always the main hurtful criticism about me. I grew up thinking drama was such a bad thing. All throughout my childhood and teenage years, I wanted to be disassociated with the word "drama". I don't know why I it offended me so much. All I know is that I just don't want to be described by it.

I've done countless overrated things (all of which are sprung out from random surge of emotions), so why not add on to the list this long ass year-end post.

Clearly, 2022 isn't the year of blogging for me. I've been out and about and just have completely forgotten about how comforting it is to type away my thoughts without giving everything else much bearing. 

The only reflection I've hold on to for the entire weekend I've spent alone in the house is that solitude is a luxury, and I'm going to find it extremely difficult to find a man who'd be very much willing to compete with my solitude.

Like how a usual life post I make, I'd like to start off by saying I've been quite well.

My inconsistency will be my downfall, but nevertheless, I'd still continue to try and strive to push out content as much as my schedule would allow me to.

Episode 18 of That Bisaya Podcast Chick is an even more personal talk on how it's like to have loved and lost someone.

You think losing a lover only happens in movies, and would never happen to you in real life, until that very same life puts you through it. In this episode, I was able to candidly share how life has been for the past three years. Can there be life after grief? Or a better question might be is there life after grief? And if so, what is it like to be in there? What has life become after the things it - and by it, I mean, life - has thrown at you?

A quote that I saw from Button Poetry: "Grief is not a feeling, but a neighborhood. This is where I come from. Everyone that I love still lives there." This is worth 10 minutes of your time. Give it a listen. I swear you won't regret it :)

On a random quarantined day, I've decided to say "fuck it, l'm gonna change up my look again" and so I went to the salon.