Discovering Yoga At Bliss Yoga Manila

A year ago I would have given Judy Ann Santos a run for her money for having the most active tear ducts. I cried first thing in the morning, I cried in the shower, I cried while eating, I cried while working, cried in the ladies room, cried in public transportation, cried while walking home, cried while putting on my makeup, cried while taking off my makeup, and for the ultimate finale, cried myself to sleep. To say that I was a mess would be an understatement; I was inconsolable. So heartbroken and miserable that everyday, all I prayed for was to die.

This dark phase though, no matter how ugly, taught me a few things. One of them is that even when you feel that you are alone, you are most certainly not. I was surprised to learn that there are actually people who care about me. And one of them is Karen, a former officemate who reached out to me through an FB message. Karen and I hardly talked in the office so I didn’t expect that someone who barely knew me would offer some words of encouragements. That and a gift; a free trial of yoga.



Mang Paking

Paking climbed the mango tree with an agility of a monkey. His two sisters squinted as they gazed up at him from the foot of the tree, waiting for a treat.

Paking, there’s one in front of you, go grab it!” Busing, the oldest of the two girls instructed. (more…)


Dekada Restaurant

Seeing old objects draws forth a response from everyone; to those who used them, nostalgia, to those who have not, fascination and curiosity. I felt both when I had dinner with some fellow bloggers in a Filipino restaurant, Dekada.