Though I usually like to narrate stories from the beginning, I think I’d like to begin this one with the end.Read More
I woke up this morning in my old bunk bed—after 24 hours of transit and a couple more hours of unpacking. I decided to sleep in this morning—if 7:40 am can be considered sleeping in due to jet lag—and take it slow.
And just like that, 18 days have gone by and I am back in Manila. Just like that, I have witnessed perhaps was one of the greatest God-given adventures of my life thus far. Just like that, it’s July 28 and I’m reporting back to work tomorrow.Read More
I’m sitting in Gate A78 at the Detroit Metro Airport waiting for my flight to Maryland, Baltimore. Even though I’ve been in transit for more than 24 hours, it is only beginning to sink in that I am actually in the US.Read More
My lola (grandmother) Nene always told me this when I was a teenager:
“Sammy, when I die and you’re speaking at my funeral, you have to say this in your eulogy: ‘When my lola was still alive, she always told me, Sammy I can never live with you'”
Whether this was said affectionately or not remains a mystery to me.
TRUE OR FALSE. In order to be an expert at something, I need to start developing my skills in something related to that particular field. I need to try it out.