To my mother

I had the privilege of being raised by a single mother. While this means I experienced childhood quite differently from most of my friends, I wouldn’t want to change a thing. My mother, you see, was the kind of woman who worked so hard to make sure she did more than make ends meet; single…

That Quarter Life Crisis

I’d say that the quarter life crisis millennials groan about is funny, except, it isn’t. As much as older generations would like to make light of it and believe that it is just made up, it’s real enough for psychological studies to have been carried out and for publications like The Guardian and Harvard Business…

Travel: Saigon

Even if I was alive, I felt as if rigor mortis had begun to set in; my legs were stiff, my knees were burning, and my hands had become hardened fists. I tried shifting my weight around, but even my butt had had enough. This was not how I imagined the day would be ending. Early…

Travel: Siem Reap

One dollar! One dollar! It was the chant the street food vendors of Siem Reap made in their religion of capitalism. The other vendors breathed the same thing in multiples of five. “Five dollar! Ten dollar! Fif-TEEN dollar only!” In retrospect, their prices were more expensive than what I’d get back home in the Philippines,…

Being an adultier adult

Yesterday I did bank rounds and bought stuff for this little cottage industry business I’m trying to set up. I realized that I’ve been doing the grocery shopping for our home for awhile. I just settled my phone bill. I’ve also paid for the utilities and my iFlix (an Asian version of Netflix) subscription. I’ve…

A video about failing NY resolutions

The second to the last video I made before going on an unplanned YouTube hiatus was about failing New Years Resolutions. I think the stuff I said here is still quite relevant.  

Failing Resolutions

The indulgent spenders vow to save. The smoker with a hacking cough promises to quit smoking. And the chronically tardy swear they’ll start showing up on time, if not a few minutes early. Every year scores of people sit down and write down a list of what they dislike about themselves in the form of…

Saying Goodbye to 2015

  After all grift wrappers have been ripped open and Christmas leftovers have all but disappeared I, just like everybody else, have started reflecting on how I’d spent the last 12 months of my life. It didn’t feel like it while I was going through it, but this year turned out to be one heck…

No more excuses

The last few months have been a dizzying blur. In an effort to feel useful, I said yes to all the possible work shifts at my day job, and yes to almost all sideline jobs that friends and family had to offer me. I barely had time left for coffee dates, dinner and Skype, but…