A Message From the Writer: Volume 1

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Back in high school, I loved creating stories. I think the first one I've ever written was this piece about a new girl in school who was always bullied and the typical delinquent eventually fell in love with her and protected her. Cliche, huh? At the time, I was very much proud of it. 

Eventually, I ventured to more complicated plots like a fallen demon prince who turned into a viscous monster and wandered into a human village where he met a little boy. On that piece, I played around with the characters a lot. They were fun. 
Then again, it wasn't always like that. After about a year of enjoying making stories, the writer in me slowly died and turned to nothing. New hobbies were soon ventured on (acting, photography, music) which made me forget that I once loved sharing my imagination through written words.
Fast forward to my second year of college, I had a Creative Writing class. Here, we were taught about the basics of writing poems, short stories, and other creative ways to use write. I remember not paying much attention to the lessons because, then, it was just another subject I had to pass; nothing more, nothing less. I didn't have to take it to heart because they just seemed to be random information I simply have to memorize for exams.

Journal and Art: Volume 1

Monday, January 23, 2017

Part of my #PauPursuesPassion journey this 2017 is rekindling my old love for journaling and art. Back in high school, I doodled on my planner a lot. I used to write song lyrics using markers and jot down a bunch of memorable quotes that made me life or made some impact on me. My friends often told me I had so much patience for it, back then when it wasn't much of a thing just yet. Unfortunately, reality got in the way for so many years; both my college years and first working year. I got eaten up by harsh realities of life which made me forget about the passions that used to make up who I am.

Las Casas Filipinas De Acuzar Gave Me A Chance to Time Travel

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Well, I really hope time-traveling is possible but because it isn't (for now), at least Las Casas Filipinas De Acuzar gave me the chance to. It took me to a time long gone; our country when it was still at its finest years, when its architectural grandeur dotted almost every street.

Because of this, Las Casas Filipinas De Acuzar is a one of a kind resort in the Philippines. You won't find anything like it here! So now, let me take you on a mini trip through some photos and a few stories to tell.

This is Why I Loved Our Team-building at The Oriental Bataan (Photos and Tips Inside!)

Sunday, January 15, 2017
Team building at The Oriental Bataan

2016 was a challenging year for my team at work. We've had lots of ups and downs, we've reached the brink of breakdowns more than a couple of times, but we rose above it all to continue doing what we do. We ended the year with a fun team-building out-of-town trip and we had it at The Oriental Bataan. I'm sure the entire trip was full of great moments not only because of the people, but because of the place as well!

My Art Journey Tools for 2017

Saturday, January 14, 2017

This 2017, aside for writing for myself again, I've also rekindled an old love for documenting memorable things. I'll be making this up as I go along but for now, I'll give a short run-down of the items on the photo.

I've always aspired to be a visually artistic person but unfortunately, it never loved me back. Perhaps I should learn a new skill this year but anyway, with the limits of simply writing down words, I'll be enhancing my journal with photos and a bunch of other stuff that may remind me of special moments.

With that, I have these gears!

An Introduction To This Writer Blog

Towards the end of 2016, a writer almost died. 

Don't worry, she's still alive and well. Physically, at least. You see, the near death experience of 2016 was not of her body. It was of her mind; her passion to write, her calling for storytelling, and her true love for the written word, all of them came crashing down. 

That girl is me.

And this is where I get back up.