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White Daisies In The Sands Of Time
Today, Death smiles at me. With his warm and glowing smile, he is reminding me that my sands of time are gradually running out. Every day, he walks alongside me, dazzling me with his infinite wisdom while waiting patiently for my inevitable last moment. But, on this sunny summer day in Pangilatan, Naga, Death is somehow extra sprightly. As I cherish the scenery and view in front of me, I realize why Death is waving and smiling at me. Even in a short span of time, we had done something special on our hike for a cause. We had planted the seeds of white daisies in the sands of time. …
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Marmol Cliff And My Enchanting Time Travel Adventure
There’s an atmosphere of fear, darkness and uncertainty everywhere in Cebu. From a welcoming land of endless summer bliss, Cebu has turned into a somber island of barricades and masked troopers. Whether you’re buying essentials in a mall or hiding in a secluded spot like Marmol Cliff, you’ll feel the wrath of Covid-19 wherever you go on our island. Yet, even with the on-going chaos and fiasco, my enthusiasm for exploring places is spiking. And, truthfully, I’ve even been traveling to a slew of awe-inspiring places, amid the pandemic. From the picture-perfect ruins of Ayutthaya, Thailand to enchanting Marmol Cliff in Tuburan, it’s been a whirlwind of adventure ever since…
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Confessions Of A Disaster Magnet
So, where do I start? Well, I guess I should introduce myself first. I’m Aldrich, a father to a charming little girl, and I’m a bona fide disaster magnet. Throughout my life, I’ve been constantly followed by crashes, mishaps, setbacks and adversities. Wherever I go, disaster follows me. From a life-altering electric shock to everyday vexations, my life seems like a never-ending series of unfortunate events. And, that’s all because I make terrible decisions all the time. I’m flawed. Impulsive. Rebellious. And, a terrible decision maker. My records are full of blemishes, whether it’s in school or at my previous workplaces. And, guess what? I will continue to live a…
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Sibonga And Its Therapeutic, Enriching Mountains
My heart raced. With each breath, my heart pounded loudly like the rhythms of a tribal drum. As I was standing precariously on a steep slope in a secluded mountain in Sibonga, I could feel sweat dripping into my eyes and my mouth going dry. And, with a torn left glute and 24 hours of no sleep, this outdoor exploration in Sibonga seemed like a recipe for disaster. As I was taking a deep breath, and soaking up the scent of soil, I felt a wave of joy flooding through me. My heart fluttered with excitement, with each step and every obstacle I conquered. Moments later, I found myself at…
