Implications and intentions: A day in Manila’s biggest slum
A friend once said, “Slum tours are best left to those who know…
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Beyond Stingless Jellyfish
Under the searing sun, we boarded a paddle boat that will take us…
Contrasting truths of faith: Dinagat Islands| Kuya Giovanni
Famished and wet, we trudged our way out of thick rows of…
Bitter gourd
The morning sun seared my skin as I stood next to an ATM machine….
Buscalan and Scars of Happiness
On traveling to Buscalan for a batok because we must live light and be unafraid of hurt. Breathe anew, in redemption, away from the dark.
Where The Gods Play
“I can’t do this anymore,” the voice ran in my head tens, maybe…
The Dead, February, and Bowls of Heart
7th The seventh of February marks my six years of blogging. Six years….