Working dog

At two years old, DC was sent to her first duty as a guard dog in a local mall. My boyfriend’s dad visited her on her first day of work. This is her reaction:


To be with your adventure partner means these:

That you are with someone who completely gets you when you feel that irresistible urge to go out…to anywhere, just because;

That you are not restricted but instead encouraged and trusted to make new friends…because in the end, you find nothing but excitement to share these experiences with each other;

That you are assured that someone has your back when the trail is too long and difficult, or the pack is too heavy to carry, or the weather is too bad to be out. He can pass you that jelly ace on the hike to get by. He can be your instant porter. And he can dance under the rain with you too;

That despite the missed bus stops, the lost travel gears, the bad weather, someone is there to shake and laugh it all off. Because he, too, understands that these little details make up for the big adventure that you both share;

That you can disagree on itineraries and budget and transportation, and end up agreeing anyways to let go of plans and be as spontaneous as you could be;

That after every good surfing wave, or beautiful sunrise, or picturesque blanket of stars, the best memory is the one with you in it. And he will look at you with eyes that speak like you are more beautiful than that perfect swell, or that orange sunrise or that star-filled sky. You are the most beautiful of all, and he will make you feel it.

And most importantly, to be with your adventure partner means to be in love with someone who loves life and sees the beauty of its entirety the same way you do.

You have to always remind yourself to be grateful. Because so many bad things can happen in a day, but there will be a multitude of good ones that would go unnoticed.

I get it, you are human and you are bound to feel a wee bit negative from time to time, but don’t let it eat you up. Don’t dwell on these feelings too much. Don’t see the rain when you have no umbrella with you, think of the smell of the earth that reminds you of home. Think of the plants it has watered to grow. Think of the cold breeze that comes with it. Think of when you were a kid and you danced and played under it. The rain can’t be all that bad right?

They say that you have to affirm the good in the world so you can het to appreciate what you have. 

This is what I always remind myself these days. That sometimes, it’s onlymy perspective  that’s bad. But the bigger image of the reality isn’t.

It’s a wonderful, wonderful world. ❤️

Why we should talk about the underrated Sulu Cuisine

The culture from the Southermost part of the Philippines is not one that many people talk about. And I’ve often wondered why. See here, theirs is a culture so varied yet authentic, free from Westernization but with a hint of Asian influences.

One of the best things of being in South Mindanao is the fact that it is the Philippines’ gateway to the distinct and unique variety of cultures coming from our Asian neighbours. From the Satti of the Malays, to the cross culture of the Muslim-Chinese — surely this region has a lot to offer.

Now hailing from Sulu, at the tip of Mindanao, is a cuisine well celebrated in the region yet hardly acknowledged in the rest of the country. So let us do the jobof  breaking down two of the best things that ever graced the dining tables here:

First would have to be Tiula Itum. Tiula sounds like another Filipino dish called Tinola, where the meat is steamed with vegetables for a hearty viand. Itum, on the other hand, is the Cebuano term for black. This hybrid dish is usually made of steamed beef with spices, and is colored by the roasted coconut until it’s black.

My other favorite would be the Kahawa Sug, the famed Sulu coffee. Kahawa Sug is locally made and brewed freshly to perfection. The texture is usually thick and long, and is often served with Mascovado sugar, no creamer. This coffee has been a huge part of the way of life in Sulu that in fact, it is present in all post lunch snacks and celebrations.

There are many other great food to talk about, but let us reserve that for another day. For now, we do hope you can try out the best of Sulu Cuisine.

Photos taken at: Dennis Coffee Garden, KCC Mall de Zamboanga

Some people are made to ask for help. And that’s not bad at all. They like making decisions and doing things with the presence of others. That’s them, and that’s fine.

But you, you are the other kind.

You refrain from asking for directions when you are looking for a place. If there’s something you want to try, you want to try it alone. You can walk down the road and actually enjoy it. You dislike the thought of fearing the lonesomeness of se activities. To you, sans company is okay.

And sometimes, you feel like apologizing over it. But don’t. You’re not selfish, nor arrogant. You don’t hate people too. You just thrive on being a solo act, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

You don’t have to say sorry for wanting to get through it alone.  

My favorite boxing fight to date was the Pac-Mayweather bout. Not because of the strong media attention it got, but because of the events which happened to Greenette and I before ~finally~ watching the match.
After a spontaneous trip to Batangas, and I emphasize spontaneous because this is where we had to beg a small resort to let us stay for only 500php for the night since we had no money left, Green and I left for Manila early in the morning eager to look for any place for a pay per view. By any place, I meant stepping out of the bus in Cubao to scout for a gym, a carenderia, a mall for a screen showing the fight…to no avail. We found ourselves in the lobby of a motel which promised a pay per view per room, given a two hour stay. But we were graced by the presence of too many couples, with priority numbers in their hands, staring at us with a big smile on their faces. We headed out with a little sigh.
And at last, after another walk, we finally found a space for us — the general admission of Araneta Coliseum — standing at the farthest box, amongst the company of huge gentlemen with arms like boxers themselves, yet there we were shouting and commenting louder than any of them. 
We were both happy and tired but mostly happy to be able to watch the fight. We went home with disappointment on the results, but I would just mostly remember the mishaps and the triumph of scouting for that pay per view.
This post isn’t really about the boxing fight, although it sure shows how eager we were that day. This post about all the mishaps and triumphs that happen when we do things for the things that we wabt to happen. This post is also about the people who share that mix of misfortune and fortune with us, all the while with a smile on their face.