Philippines Travel

Wandering Inside The Walls of Intramuros

In 1998, I started taking up B.S. Journalism at Lyceum of the Philippines University, one of the schools that can be found inside the Walled City, Intramuros. Because I spent practically four years of my life within its walls I never really viewed Intramuros with awe or curiosity the way a tourist would. Back then it was just regular place to me, the one where you can find my school. It’s not until eight years later I’d walk Intramuros with an interest it so richly deserves.


Events Travel

PSG Plants Trees at Ipo Watershed

According to a Chines proverb there are 3 ways to become immortal: Father a son, Plant, a tree, and Write a book. A month before I turned 28 I have taken one step towards immortality, by planting, for the first time in my life, a tree. I joined the much-awaited tree-planting activity of the Presidential Security Group (PSG) on July 31, 2010 at Ipo Watershed Barangay San Mateo, Norzagaray, Bulacan. It was organized by our office, OG7, in support of the Civil-Military Operations’ (CMO) efforts of the PSG. Over 62 PSG personnel signed up to make the climb. Yes, this was not your ordinary tree-planting activity, this one entailed conquering the mountain of Ipo.

Coffee Food

Barbara’s Coffee Shop

It was one of the cafes that I’d been meaning to visit. Barbara’s Coffee Shop is nestled inside the oldest district in Manila, Intramuros. You can find it inside Plaza San Luis Complex, across San Agustin Church. It is a sort of a spin-off of Barbara’s Restaurant, which offers fine dining.



SMB Oktoberfest 2010

Beer has got to be one of the most terrible things I’ve ever tasted in my life. It’s bad enough that it’s bitter but damn does it really have to leave that acrid aftertaste? So whenever someone asks me if I want a beer I always say, “No thanks… I’ll pass.” Surprisingly I’ve never met anyone who shared my opinion. Heck, Wikipedia even named it as “the world’s most widely consumed alcoholic beverage.”



My Brother, Charles

In 2006, my brother, Charles, complained about having these bouts of headaches that wouldn’t go away. I told him to ask Mama to get him to a doctor for a consultation. I knew that I could and should have taken him instead but I didn’t. Stupid me, I didn’t view it as something serious. It’s probably the reason why I have always felt a little responsible for what happened in the year that followed.