Jan 13- A Love Letter, Continued
If my first entry of the year was a love letter to myself—written with honesty, boundaries, and quiet resolve—then today feels like the next page, written not in ink, but across a dinner table, under warm lights, with you sitting right in front of me. Today was your birthday. We didn’t celebrate it loudly. There…
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Living Between
I don’t think about time as something that moves forward in a neat, obedient line. For me, it drifts. It doubles back. It lingers where it needs to. Some days, it shows up unexpectedly—in a familiar song, a quiet morning, a reaction I didn’t anticipate. And more often than not, it settles in the past.…
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CAREN
There are years that don’t arrive gently. They come in heavy, unannounced waves—asking more than they should, testing parts of us we didn’t even know existed. 2025 has been one of those years for you. Not because you lacked strength, but because life decided to press harder than usual. And still, you are here. What…
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January 1, A Love Letter Begins
What are your biggest challenges? I did not arrive at this year unprepared. The work began long before the calendar turned. In 2025, I learned the language of boundaries the hard way—through discomfort, guilt, and the unfamiliar ache of choosing myself after years of choosing endurance. I practiced saying no even when my voice hesitated,…
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Kai Montinola: When Presence Speaks Louder Than Platforms
Kai Montinola There are moments when the noise around a person fades — when pages go inactive, teams step back, and the once-familiar rhythm of updates slows to a near stop. In those moments, what remains is not the machinery of support, but the essence of why people cared in the first place. This is…
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What This Year Taught Me
The year entered like a soft knock on the door—no dramatic shift of light, no loud sense of newness. Just ordinary days of waking up, working, adjusting, trying, and keeping everything stitched together. I went into 2025 without a list of resolutions, without grand promises to myself. Maybe I just wanted peace. Maybe I was…
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November 2025 recap
November arrived quietly, wrapping the days in cold air and early sunsets. I entered the month with lightness, the kind that comes when you finally step outside of routine and see familiar faces again. We gathered for Guy Fawkes night—bundled in coats, fingers wrapped around warm drinks, watching the sky burst into color. There was…
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A Christmas with My Mom
There are seasons in life that shimmer differently—not because of decoration or temperature, but because of who stood beside us when they happened. Last December was one of those seasons for me. It was the month when my mother came, carrying love across oceans and stepping into a winter that looked nothing like home. Filipino…
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London in December
Every December, London transforms—not abruptly, but like a story slowly unfolding its brightest chapter. The cold arrives first, sharp and unapologetic, painting the air with a hush that only winter knows. And then, almost without warning, the city begins to glow. Lights drape across Oxford Street like constellations brought down to earth, cafés switch to…
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The Life Beyond the Scroll
Today’s prompt asked a question that seems harmless at first glance, but lingers long after you’ve read it: What technology would I be better off without—and why? At first, I wanted to laugh it off. We live in a world built on convenience; everything we do is wired, synced, stored, or streamed. It’s hard to…
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When Help Crosses Oceans: Balamban’s Quiet Battle After Typhoon Tino
There are times in our lives when distance becomes painfully loud — when the places we come from suffer, and we can do nothing but watch from the other side of the world. But there are also moments when distance becomes irrelevant, when compassion moves faster than storms, and when community proves that its reach…
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A Sunday in Birmingham: The Kind of Happiness We Seldom Make Time For
There are days when the world feels impossibly heavy—days when your mind is divided between two countries, two responsibilities, two versions of yourself. Lately, that has been my quiet reality. Part of me is here in the UK, going through the motions of everyday life, while another part stays with Cebu, grieving the aftermath of…
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Life Lately: Between Storms and Sparks
Reflections | Sunday Slow Diary (Belated Tuesday Edition) It’s Tuesday, and I’m finally sitting down with my cup of coffee, the scent of rain faintly brushing against the window. I’ve missed this — the quiet rhythm of writing, the stillness that comes with reflection. My Sunday Slow Diary is a few days late this week,…
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Handog: The Song My Father Lived By
Tomorrow would have been my father’s birthday — November 5.Even after all these years, the ache hasn’t dulled; it has only learned to move differently. Grief doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it arrives as a whisper — the smell of home-cooked rice steaming from the pot, the faint hum of an old Florante song, or the…
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A Revolution of Gentle Acts
Kindness Day: The Holiday the World Forgets to Celebrate If I could invent a holiday, I wouldn’t build it around fireworks or confetti. It wouldn’t ask for gifts or parties or anything that sparkles on camera. I’d call it Kindness Day — a day that asks not for noise, but for gentleness. A day not…
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October Recap
October felt like a long exhale. The kind you take after holding things together for too long — quietly, bravely, sometimes without even realizing how much strength it took. The air turned cooler, the afternoons shorter, and the leaves began their slow, golden surrender. Somewhere between morning coffees and dusky walks, I realized something: change…
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Keeping the Child Alive Within
What does it mean to be a kid at heart? To be a kid at heart, for me, is to keep the door to wonder slightly ajar — even when life tries to close it. It’s not about immaturity or refusing to face reality. It’s about remembering how it once felt to live without the…
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When Life Teaches in Silence: Reflections on Strength, Stillness, and Self-Discipline
“You can’t control the waves, but you can learn to be steady when they come.” A reflection on Stoicism, silence, and the art of staying calm when life storms. Every once in a while, you stumble upon a video that doesn’t just entertain you — it disarms you. It doesn’t tell you what to think…
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Autumn, and the Taste of Home
There are seasons that announce their arrival like fireworks—and then there is autumn.It doesn’t shout; it exhales. It doesn’t rush in with thunder; it arrives like a memory you didn’t know you still carried. I noticed it first in the air—cooler, quieter, gentler. Then in the leaves, each one surrendering its green, choosing instead to…
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Book Review: The Rules of Living Well
by Richard TemplarRating: ★★★★☆ (4.5/5)Category: Book Reviews | Personal Development | Life Lessons “If we weren’t all different, we’d all be the same. How boring would that be?” — Rule 15, Difference Is a Good Thing Sometimes we come across a book that doesn’t try to change our lives with groundbreaking revelations—it simply reminds us…
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The Risk of Building Something My Own
If there’s one risk I’ve always wanted to take—but haven’t yet found the courage for—it’s to start my own business. Not just any business, but something that feels deeply mine. Something that carries my heart, my voice, my vision—something I can pour meaning into, the way artists pour themselves into their craft. Maybe it’s because…
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Wrapping Up September 2025
SEPTEMBER This one comes later than usual — because September was a month that refused to be summarized in one sitting. It carried both the weight of loss and the light of small beginnings. A month of quiet mourning, slow healing, and unexpected tenderness. We lost our beloved Millie — our gentle companion, our silent…
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Sunday Slow Diary: The Greatest Show of All
Sundays have a way of arriving softly. No alarms, no rush — just the world slowing down enough for me to hear my own thoughts again. This morning began with the simple kindness of a familiar gesture: a mug of coffee, warm and steady, placed beside me by my partner. No grand words exchanged, just…
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The Hardest Goal I’ve Ever Set
If I had to name the hardest personal goal I’ve ever set for myself, it wouldn’t be something grand like earning a degree, passing an exam, or landing a dream job. Those are hard, yes, but they come with a map—deadlines, milestones, instructions. The hardest goal I’ve ever set was the one without a clear…
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SIX YEARS ABROAD
It’s strange how time moves — quietly, almost unannounced — until one day you’re seated across the same faces that witnessed your beginning, and you realize six years have passed. Yesterday, we booked a table at Maneki Ramen in Birmingham — not our usual spot, but one that somehow felt right for the day. A…
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Cebu: Unshaken Spirit
The morning I read the news that Cebu had been struck by a powerful earthquake, the world around me fell silent. Even here in the UK, far from the tremors, I felt the ground shift inside my chest. Distance does not soften the fear when it’s your hometown that’s hurting. If anything, it sharpens it.…
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Never Out of Place
There’s a certain kind of question that follows you around in life: When was the last time you felt out of place? It’s a question that assumes misfit moments are inevitable, that each of us has a story of awkward laughter at the wrong table or silence that pressed too heavily in a crowded room.…
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When the Body Speaks
Tomorrow, I return to physio rehab. On paper, it sounds simple enough: another appointment, another step in recovery. But today, as I sat with my blood test results, I finally had an answer to something that had been quietly gnawing at me for months. My vitamin D levels are low. Suddenly, the body aches, the…
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Jobs Beyond Currency
There’s a question that sometimes slips into quiet conversations or late-night musings: What would you do if money didn’t matter? It’s the kind of question that catches you off guard, because most of us are so conditioned to measure our choices by paychecks, promotions, and pensions. We spend our days tethered to clocks and calendars,…
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The Brands That Shape the Way We Live
Not all brands we use are just products. Some of them become companions. Some become rituals. And a rare few become mirrors—reflecting back to us what we value, what we fear losing, and what we long to remember. When I think about the brands that stay with me, I don’t see them as logos or…
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The Philippines: A Land Too Beautiful to Be Betrayed
There are places in the world that dazzle with skyscrapers and glittering lights, and there are those that disarm you with quiet, timeless beauty. The Philippines belongs to the latter. It is a country of more than seven thousand islands, each one carrying a secret: a sunrise that paints the sea in fire, a mountain…
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When Life Asks for More
There’s a question that has been echoing in my mind these past days: what could I do more of? It sounds simple, but when you sit with it long enough, it stops being a casual thought and turns into a mirror. Because in asking this question, I am really asking myself: Am I living the…
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Sunday Slow Diary | A Week Without Millie
Life lately has felt slower, heavier—like every step carries the echo of something missing. It has been a week since Millie died, and already the days have taken on a different rhythm. The silence is louder. The house feels unfamiliar. Yet within the weight of grief, I’ve noticed how even the smallest moments of tenderness…
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The Quiet Joy of Medicine Bakery, Wolverhampton
Walking into Medicine Bakery in Wolverhampton doesn’t feel like stepping into a café—it feels like stepping into a slower rhythm of life. The first thing that greets you is the smell: warm bread, butter melting into pastry layers, a sweetness that clings softly to the air. It isn’t rushed, it isn’t flashy—it is simple, but…
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IKIGAI
September 21st started like any other day, but I knew it wasn’t going to stay ordinary. Louie’s advance birthday celebration was waiting, and with it, the chance to turn a Sunday into something unforgettable. The morning was quiet, almost meditative. I opened the windows to let the crisp air in, then put a record on…
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The Gentle Sources of Strength We Forget
We live in a world that constantly asks us to move faster, produce more, and push harder. Energy, in this culture, is often measured by how much we can accomplish in a day, how many hours we can stay awake, how much caffeine we can consume before collapsing. But I have learned, through nights of…
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AUGUST 2025 RECAP-Consistency
This recap comes a little late. August already feels like it happened a lifetime ago, because September has shifted the ground beneath my feet in ways I could never have imagined. Still, I want to honor August for what it was—steady, demanding, and quietly kind. August wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t roar or unravel—it simply moved…
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To live is to feel, and to feel is to need music
To picture life without music is to imagine a heartbeat without rhythm, the sea without its tide, or dawn without its slow spill of light. The world would remain—yes, we would still rise, eat, work, and sleep—but it would be like walking through a landscape stripped of color. Existence would persist, but the pulse of…
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Milliememory- DAY 3
It has been three days since we lost Millie, and already the house feels like a different place. Grief does that—it doesn’t just take away the one you love, it reshapes the air, the silence, the spaces you thought were ordinary. Everywhere I look, Millie’s presence still lingers. The kitchen door feels the heaviest. For…
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Last Night, WE Lost Millie
It feels strange, almost unbearable, to write these words: Millie is gone. Even as I type them, there’s a part of me that wants to delete everything, as if not putting it into words will somehow keep her alive. But silence doesn’t change reality. Last night, my world shifted. My sweet Millie, who has been…
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What Italian and Japanese Food Teach Me About Life
When people ask me what my favorite types of food are, I always return to two cuisines that couldn’t be more different yet somehow feel like mirrors of life itself: Italian and Japanese. Italian food is comfort, community, and celebration. Japanese food is mindfulness, discipline, and simplicity. Together, they create a balance that I try…
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Sunday Slow Diary- A Mosaic of Small Joys
Life lately has felt like a mosaic of small, comforting moments—each one different, yet when pieced together, they form something quietly beautiful. Yesterday was a perfect example of that. After waking up from a night shift, instead of slipping back into routine, I decided to give myself a day to breathe. Pho Cravings Answered First…
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Pilgrimage of Quiet Prayers: A Visit to Our Birhen sa Simala
There are trips that feel like holidays—filled with photos, food, and laughter. But then there are journeys that feel more like homecomings. The kind where you’re not just travelling across distance, but inward—towards your own soul. That’s exactly how it felt when I visited Our Birhen sa Simala, the miraculous Marian shrine nestled in Sibonga,…
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The Housemaid
Book Review: The Housemaid by Freida McFaddenRating: ★★★★☆ (4.5/5)Category: Book Reviews | Psychological Thriller | Plot Twists Galore “From behind closed doors, she sees everything.” Some books you read with your brain. Others? You read with your pulse. The Housemaid by Freida McFadden is the kind of book that grabs you by the wrist and…
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The Quiet Force That Outlives Fear
Hope is not a soft word. It is not naïve optimism or blind faith. It is the fire that refuses to die, the force that carries empires through collapse and ordinary people through nights that feel endless. Where fear cripples and despair paralyzes, hope moves. It is invisible, but it changes everything—it steadies trembling hands,…
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Watching the News, Watching My Country
Tonight, I plan to continue watching the delayed telecast of the news about the Philippines. I started watching it the other night but couldn’t finish—it was late, and my body, still recovering from the rhythm of night shifts, simply gave in. But the story has been lingering in my mind ever since, pulling me back.…
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The Dangerous Dance of Dishonesty and Manipulation
If dishonesty raises a red flag, then dishonesty coupled with manipulation is a storm warning. It’s one thing when someone lies—it’s another when they twist the truth to control, to gain, or to quietly bend people to their will. Manipulation is dishonesty in disguise: it doesn’t only hide the truth, it reshapes it until you…
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A Comforting Taste of Vietnam at Caphe House
CAPHE HOUSE I know—I’ve been posting a lot today. These are all from my drafts that I wasn’t able to publish before because I was busy at work. Finally having a moment to sit down and share them with you feels a little like catching up with an old friend, bringing stories to the table…
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Wandering Through Cardiff
Some trips stay with you longer than you expect, and my recent visit to Cardiff was one of those. I’m writing this a little late, but maybe that’s the best way to tell the story—after the memories have settled and the details have softened into something you can reflect on. Cardiff greeted me with a…
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Why Critical Thinking Matters More Than Ever
In a world overflowing with headlines, opinions, and endless scrolling, it’s becoming harder to pause and truly think for ourselves. Recently, I watched the video “Why Critical Thinking Is Disappearing | The Rise of Collective Stupidity”, and it left me unsettled in the best possible way. It wasn’t a video designed to comfort—it was meant…
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