What if

“You could have loved me better if I had loved myself more” – he whispered.


Stuck in the moment

Written along blurred lines

Our story may have been.

Back and forth, my love

You cannot change what is deemed.


You seem to be cold with me

Yet I know I was the one to blame.

I once was warm and happy

Now I’m heartless and in pain.


Free Time

It’s been a while since I’ve updated anything here in the blog. I’ve been having a hard time balancing my time for my day job, school and the blog. I’ve been wanting to write about so many things, so many places and food and so much more. I’ll make it up to you guys 🙂

I hope you have no problem with balancing your time too, set your priorities and plan ahead. A good way to achieve something is to have a plan.

Will be posting soon! Thank you & I love you ❤️

Ps, here’s what the beach after sunset looked like:

Love, Tim 🍉



Going to the beach is always a good idea. The last time I went to the beach it was pretty much gloomy, literally and figuratively. This time, the sun’s really up! and I mean really up. The beach’s water is blue, sand’s perfectly white and the breeze makes you want to get that four seasons cocktail and just chill and never mind the work load you have left behind in the city. Pack up your things and get away. But mostly, what happens to me is that I forget a lot of things to bring, and I mean a lot but I’d always make up for such loss. So here are some tips. If you’re planning on going on to somewhere ‘beachy” or not, do not forget to write an itinerary and a listing of the clothes or things you’d like to bring with you. Also, you might wanna bring with you towels or the traditional “malong” if you’re backpacking because not all destinations provide you with dressing rooms, they come in handy. Always re-hydrate your body so you won’t get heat strokes. And lastly what’s important is how you spend your beach holiday. And oh! here’s a beach tip: Don’t forget to put sunscreen, or else. 🙂

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Love, Tim


North Bound


As a kid, I was always afraid of riding planes because I saw a lot of movies back then that weren’t really trip-provoking but as it turns out it was and still is an amazing experience.


So here’s my North bound trip 🙂


Old meets new. Inside the walled city of Intramuros, old cultures of buildings and architecture meet with new and advance idiosyncrasies of the people and the community.


One of the famous landmarks of Manila is The Minor Basilica and Metropolitan Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception also known as the Manila Cathedral. It has been there for quite some time now. It was established back in 1571. Has been struck by different challenges like earthquake and fire. It has been restored and now you can marvel to its grandeur as well as practice your faith.


“Refugium Peccatorum”

Found inside the church is a small chamber dedicated to the image of Mary, Refuge of Sinners. You can offer your prayers here especially with the intentions of those who have departed before us.


The Cathedral’s Belfry. #JAwDropping





“The San Agustin Church”

Another symbolic architecture found in Intramuros is the more than 400 year old church of Saint Augustine.


Here are some snippets from my Tagaytay experience.


And lastly, my MNL trip would not be complete if it weren’t for them.


Love, Tim.


Travel became my medicine.


Before, in the four corners of my room I confined in solitude imagining what it’s like to be traveling around here and there. The more I do, the more I become weary to the fact that what I ought to be doing right now might all just be, illusions rather than heart-warming daydreams. “To travel is to live” said the famous quote and that as we move from one place to another we let our soul rather than our bodies grow, develop and learn. It seems like as we meet new people and see new horizons we become numb to the effects of time and as we let the moment sink in, only then can we recognize the fact that traveling may have cured us from the recurring sickness brought about by monotone habits.

The idea of it all struck me in a sublime manner and opened my eyes to the great promises of traveling. I, for myself am blessed to have received what I have today, not the terminal fees I have paid, not the gasoline tanks filled, not the burnt skin in driving in the shade of southern skies, not the islands I’ve crossed nor the scars that came along the way, but it is that sting you just can’t explain. That certain feeling you gain as you talk to strangers, as you break the ice between intimidation and share smiles. That certain feeling that give you the chill when you see the sunsets and feel the warm breeze of the sea and remember home.

To travel really is to live. We breathe air but more than that we cling on to memories for us to be reminded that we are not machines that feed on programs and software but embodied spirits that live on cherished moments, moments that may either be bound for oblivion or for ethereal nostalgia. These are more than thoughts written and emotions put to words.

Life is not a race and the world isn’t big enough for the life we have dreamed of, travel and be cured.