Time to Fly

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.… More Time to Fly

Breaking the Streak

My last post says February! Goodness, has it really been that long? If you’ve been visiting this page and expecting updates, I am so sorry. I did try to write, but the temptation to press the delete button after a few sentences was so hard to resist. I guess that does happen sometimes- you want… More Breaking the Streak

Fifteen Years

Yes this blog is about my journey as a surf enthusiast/photographer/ traveler, but this blog is also about advocating for peace in Mindanao. I keep getting these questions, so I’ll answer here: “As the founder of the Kids for Peace Foundation, what can you say about the Mamasapano Massacre” – I think it was uncalled… More Fifteen Years

The Malihini

Competition Day 1 I buried my toes in the sand and watched as the waves rolled and kissed the shore. They’re bigger than the ones I’ve ridden. Way bigger, and we’re not talking about glassy waves. We’re talking about waves with white water that’s seven to eight feet high. Short board waves, not long board… More The Malihini

Bottle of Dreams

Since last month, I’ve had several attempts to write this blog entry but I’d always end up clicking the “move to trash” link that’s just a hover away from this box. I don’t know if it’s writer’s block or lack of inspiration, but it seems like whenever I plan out my blog entries, I lose… More Bottle of Dreams

Kissing the Sky

I’m back from my hiatus! Yay! If you’ve been dropping by this site and keeping yourself from sending me a pm or an email because I failed to update for the past few weeks, then I’m really sorry. My hands have been very busy with work, crafts, and the furball that at the end of… More Kissing the Sky

Choose or Be Chosen

I’m starting this entry with a big lump in my throat. I’m holding back tears because it’s weird (and difficult) to type and cry at the same time.  I’m browsing through my journal and the very few photos I managed to take during the Nonviolent Interfaith Leadership Program in Melbourne, Australia and I’m feeling a… More Choose or Be Chosen