I was first introduced to 'Carlo Rossi' on a bright Sunday afternoon when I went with a group of media people who were out to get footages of a 'hito' farm in Los Amigos Palaisdaan in Mintal, Tugbok district. Earlier that morning, I boarded a Crosswind with media friends Gwen, Kuya Ross, Riel, Jimmy and … Continue reading A date with ‘Carlo Rossi’
LIFE'S blessings come in many ways and let me tell you how a blessing came to me in a unique and unexpected way. I was having lunch in a restaurant in Cotabato City one day, and as I have missed my breakfast, I decided to make up for it by ordering a huge meal. It … Continue reading Blessing by accident
Several years ago, I used to browse at a little secondhand bookstore in Colon Street in Cebu City where all kinds of used books are sold from P5 to 25 pesos each. I would enter the store as soon as it opens and leave when they close for lunchbreak, eyeing the old volumes hungrily while … Continue reading Avalanche in a bookshop
I HAVE never been daring and experimental when it comes to food. I always play it safe and stick to familiar foods (my favorite maxim is: I don't eat strangers... hehe). But during the birthday of my long-time buddy Sol a couple of years back, (hold on Sol, I'm not about to reveal your true … Continue reading A taste of sashimi
WHILE wearing school uniforms for most students sound like a convenient and attractive quick fix, this policy was never easy for me. Somehow, the idea of wearing the same clothes four or even five days a week held no apeal for me since first grade. On several occasions, my refusal to wear uniforms (don't forget … Continue reading Clever, huh?
I LOVE music. I mean it has the power to evoke all kinds of emotions in me. Listening to quiet, sedative music can soothe and relax my soul or send shivers down my spine, invoke nostalgia, laughter, tears or form a lump in my throat depending on the memories they bring. I fall asleep every … Continue reading Killing me loudly with their songs
MY two boardmates and I were invited to coordinate a friend's wedding in a remote barangay in North Cotabato one day some years ago. I said remote because the trip required more than three hours ride on a road that resembled a dried up river on board a jeepney, which from afar, looked like a … Continue reading Grappling for the front seat