Life Lessons Over the Weekend

The balloon and the ice cream Picture out a child in a park with an ice cream in one hand, and a balloon in the other. Suddenly, the wind blows and the child accidentally lets go of the balloon. The child cries as the balloon floats away and flies farther. Crying over the balloon, the child forgets about the ice cream he’s been holding in … Continue reading Life Lessons Over the Weekend

A love letter to the one I’m with today…

When it comes to you, I never know where to start. I could talk about anything, and eventually it’ll just end up with your name and how much I love you. How we met wasn’t special. Birds didn’t sing, it didn’t rain, the world didn’t stop. If time stood still, I’ll never know. How it started wasn’t extraordinary. But how we coursed through our lives … Continue reading A love letter to the one I’m with today…

Interviewing the Hey Joe Show — How everything started

In the year 2015, even before the Hey Joe Show was featured on television, I have been following them on social media. For me, it was astonishing to come across five Americans who loved the Filipino culture and learned the Visayan language by heart. I binge-watched their uploads, told my friends about it until they, themselves, started watching and loving the group of Amerikanong Bisaya. … Continue reading Interviewing the Hey Joe Show — How everything started

Why I spend my free time writing despite not getting paid

I write because I like it. In fact, I love it. I love how these ideas just pop into my head, and how my hands won’t stop itching until I’ve beautifully put together the words floating in front of my eyes. At first, writing was a hobby. I did it for fun. I wrote stories to please myself. But as I grew, it became a … Continue reading Why I spend my free time writing despite not getting paid

The Makings of The Joe Diary

Stories are what makes us human. They are the threads or pages of our cultures, traditions and legacies passed from generation to generation. And when combined, they create a a whole new book — or in my case, a whole new diary. I was six, maybe seven, when I first started writing. I remember scribbling my classmates’ names in my pink Hello Kitty notebook, along … Continue reading The Makings of The Joe Diary