We walk on paths with gravel and dirt,
Unmaintained roads, broken street lights.
Some say it’s noisy, a bit rough,
Uncivilized, maybe. But it’s where we started.
Formosa was a quick touch
A break,
A reality check.
The world felt wide, unburdened, free.
It reminded me:
We’re still far from where we should be.
How things can move so efficiently
Faster progress,
More space to explore,
More chances to move forward.
While being there...
and in the absence of a common language most of the time
a new kind of patience surfaced.
Body language filled in the blanks.
We adapted.
They extended patience and hospitality.
And somewhere in that quiet back-and-forth,
you realize
even with all the differences,
people can still find ways to coexist.
Traveling with the team
Traveling with people is tough.
Different tastes, expectations, and desires.
Sometimes one moves ahead,
or maybe it’s just organized chaos
sometimes just to prove a point.
But with this team, it’s different.
Time, patience, assurance, and care are felt.
Opinions and health matter.
You really feel they’re with you
even with everyone’s differences.
As I packed my bags and looked back,
those moments shared and explored
shifted something,
and it will be one of those “multo”
one will always want.
The things experienced there
are hoped to be experienced back in PH
Where dirt-painted shoes
will now be all-white sneakers,
working street lights,
wide pavements,
well-mannered, civilized people.
Formosa was one thing,
and above all,
it captured a part of my bucket list.
I thank God for the gift of grit, patience, and perseverance,
and above all, for the opportunity to make a difference
and be part of the Stash family.
To more travels and chaotic adventures
Short but life-changing,
Costly but worth it.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 6:14 AM UTC
Your eyes told me of how happy that made you.
Happy birthday, babe. I love you.
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC
A love so serene that seemed accidental but was never one.
Happy 2nd babe. I love you.
Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
Love for me was always a choice
Not a random "destiny" thing people say
Not some magical moment movies portray
Then that random coincidence changed it.
It was something more than I thought it'd be.
It was more on how destiny did its magic to me.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 1:22 PM UTC
You were something...
A coincidence that I never knew I would cross path with
I was used to a 2 week interaction.
A limited interaction to someone I dont personally know.
It was the consistency that I was afraid I might not be able to give.
The kind of attention that I'm not able to share other than my work
hmm I haven't written anything like this for the past years
Maybe cos I haven't met you? Although I write but not something of this matter.
I've had my share of doubts and assumptions to people.
I always expected every worst possible outcome.
I play mind games and I also tried to manipulate how people should see or think of me.
But it seems like destiny was trying to catch our attention
Tracing our taken path and enchanting us to connect
Heck, I was a firm believer that love was all about sudden connections. Sparks they say..
That never ending butterflies in your stomach that tends to do backflips and even perform a circus inside.
It was more on a calm storm heading my way. It was the comfort, attention, patience and consistency
Mine doesn't do the backflips but it sure make you feel high on adrenaline
It doesnt do circus and chaotic performance; it provides comfort and peace of mind
You were not how I pictured my love would be... but you provided me a best version of how it should be.
Happy first love. 💕
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 8:55 AM UTC
I haven't written much of how I feel.
Given the depth of how things were
and how crazy life could be in a blink
Those bittersweet farewell we bid was our bitter reality that someone's story may end just like that.
I never knew the feeling I'll be getting was the remorse of losing someone and their stories.
You, who have ended a story...
Now I long not for that feeling of wanting to write but the longing of your presence...
your mere existence is all I could wish for right now.
I was once a strong believer that things will be better that things will be sorted out eventually but this time it's unlikely to happen.
You were never perfect but you have been someone who had inspired me to pursue and achieve greatness and comfort in life
I wish I was able to see you one last time.
I wish this was all a dream and I'll wake up you being near and just there.
I miss you.
I love you.
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 8:38 AM UTC
I haven't wrìtten anything for the past years
Maybe cos things have been picking up?
Like all efforts are taking effect?
Like it mattered
I mattered
But then...
I'm back
I think it mattered,
Like this feeling should be noted down
And that you mattered
You were something...
A coincidence that I never knew would exist
A plan that was for just a week or 2
The consistency that I was afraid I might not be able to give.
The kind of attention that I'm not able to share other than my work
I haven't written anything for the past years
Maybe cos I havent met you yet
Seems like destiny was still trying to catch our attention
Tracing our path taken
Telling us that this time around we will both matter
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC
I get the feeling why everyone wanted this.
It is an addictive drug that one would miss.
A definite excuse to be someone you're not.
A mere excuse to really be out of your comfort.
It is really something that everyone really longs for.
It has been and always will be.
I have not really thought on how I ended up with the feeling.
A soothing, calming and uneasy ecstacy that's cripping in.
I may be falling.
It's addictive.
It's comforting.
It's something.
I may be falling and I'm trying to fall further into the pit.
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 8:08 AM UTC