Weekend Break

 Weekends are usually spent soaking up the sun on the beach—but today, we took a different route. We’re cruising around Nailon, Bogo City, and loving every bit of it. 🌤️🚗 From scenic coastal roads to charming local spots, this little barangay has its own magic if you just slow down and explore. Whether it’s a quick food stop, a peaceful seaside view, or a casual drive with friends, Nailon offers a refreshing take on weekend relaxation.There’s so much beauty in our own backyard—sometimes all it takes is a spontaneous drive to remind you of that.#NailonBogoCity #BogoCityCebu #CebuRoadtrip #NorthernCebu #LocalAdventuresPH #WeekendCruise #HiddenSpotsPH #ExploreBogo #CebuTravel #SupportLocalTourism #PhilippineDestinations France C. Bacasm Frezelia Dela Cruz

Support Like This

 Pay Full Price. Hype Them Up. Be a Real One.

Let’s talk about something that doesn’t sit right with me anymore: the way we treat our friends who are building something for themselves—whether it’s a business, a brand, a side hustle, or a creative pursuit.

You know the ones. The friends selling clothes, baking cupcakes, freelancing their design skills, offering home services, starting their own clinics, or curating thrift drops online. They’re putting themselves out there, taking risks, learning as they go, and working hard.

So why is it that when it’s our friend offering the service, we feel entitled to a discount?

“Pila man ang friends price?”
“Tagai ko ug hangyo beh, ikaw ra gud.”
“Libreha na oi, barkada man ta!”

Don’t get me wrong — maybe those words aren’t meant to hurt. Maybe they’re meant to be playful. But behind that banter is a pattern of not taking your friends’ hard work seriously. Of assuming that their time and effort are worth lessjust because you know them.

And honestly? That needs to stop.

When I support a friend’s business, I pay full price. Not because I’m rich. Not because I can’t use a discount. But because I see the value of what they do. I respect the grind. I know what it takes to build something from scratch, and the last thing I want to do is devalue that.

I don’t just buy from them either. I like and share their posts. I hype them up. I repost their announcements. I leave glowing reviews when I’m genuinely happy with the service. I treat them the same way I’d treat a big business I admire because if I won’t support the people closest to me, who will?

And when they post about me? I don’t mind at all. That’s love. That’s community. That’s how we help each other grow.

This is your reminder that your support doesn’t always have to come in the form of money, though paying full price is a huge help. Support can also look like sharing their posts, commenting “🔥🔥🔥” under their launch photos, tagging them when someone asks for recommendations, or simply telling them, “Hey, I’m proud of you.”

So let’s stop making our friends feel awkward for charging what they’re worth. Let’s stop expecting free labor from the people we say we love. Let’s normalize saying:

“I’m happy to pay.”
“You deserve this.”
“Let me post about your business real quick.”

We rise by lifting each other.
Support your friends like you support influencers you’ve never met. Because your friend’s hustle? That’s something to be proud of, not bargained with.

The Filipino LGBTQIA Community Has A Long Way To Go

 

Lately, it’s been heartbreaking to see members of our own community tearing each other down in the comments section. We should be lifting each other up, not breaking each other apart.

The words we use carry weight. They can heal or harm. They can empower or destroy. Just because someone doesn’t share your exact view doesn’t make them any less valid. Diversity in thought doesn’t have to lead to division.

Inclusivity means no one gets left behind.
Not the femme, not the masc, not the loud, not the soft-spoken. Not the ones still figuring it out. Not the ones who’ve known all along. We are all part of this fight, and together we stand—divided, we fall.

Beyond those words, I see fear. I see pain that has been in us for so long. Pain that stems from years—decades—of rejection, ridicule, and having to constantly defend our right to exist. That kind of trauma doesn’t disappear overnight. But it’s time. It’s time to move away from the pain and the ridicule. It’s time we stop projecting that pain onto each other and begin healing as one community.

Trans women are women. Let’s start from there.
If you don’t share the same belief, at the very least—listen. Listen without attacking. Learn without mocking. Disagree without dehumanizing. You can’t claim to be for equality and then draw the line where your comfort ends.

We’ve all felt what it’s like to be silenced, invalidated, erased. Let’s not recreate the very same systems of exclusion inside our own spaces.

Let’s educate ourselves, listen more, and judge less. The goal is progress, not perfection. We are all learning. Let’s build a community where we can grow and evolve together, with respect, empathy, and love at the center.

Because if we can’t stand for each other—who else will?

Happy Pride

Happy Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈

This month is a celebration of love, identity, freedom, and the long journey toward being seen, respected, and understood. But today, I want to use this moment to say something simple and deeply personal:

Thank you.

Thank you for accepting me—not just tolerating me, not just quietly coexisting with me, but truly accepting me for who I am. You didn’t ask me to explain myself. You didn’t ask me to change. You simply opened your arms, your heart, and your life to me. And that kind of acceptance is a rare, beautiful gift I will never take for granted.

You made space for me when I was still learning how to make space for myself.
You reminded me that I don’t have to be quiet to be respected.
That I don’t have to hide to be loved.
That I don’t have to shrink to fit into someone else’s idea of what’s comfortable.

I am allowed to take up space.
I am allowed to be proud of who I am.
And I am allowed to feel joy—not just in private moments, but out loud, in the light, without fear.

Thank you for being the kind of friend who sees me fully and loves me anyway.
Thank you for showing up, not just in words, but in presence, in patience, in action.
Thank you for holding space, even when you didn’t fully understand.
Thank you for standing beside me, especially in the moments when I felt most unsure of myself.

Pride is not just about parades and rainbow flags. It’s about people like you—people who choose to love out loud, who choose kindness over comfort, who choose allyship over silence.

I carry your friendship with me every day, and I celebrate it this month especially.
Because your support has helped me grow.
Your love has helped me heal.
And your presence has reminded me that I belong.

So again—thank you. For everything.
For the love. For the laughs. For the light.
For being a safe space. For being my friend.

With all my heart, and with so much pride,

🌈💖 

 

Yes, I have an Attitude

 YES, I HAVE AN ATTITUDE AND I OWN EVERY BIT OF IT

But let’s be real, this attitude comes with something rare
a loyalty that’s unshakable, untouchable, and unapologetic
I’m the type to ride for the people I care about like it’s my full-time job
I defend, protect, and stay solid even when no one’s watching
I don’t flinch, I don’t fold, and I don’t play pretend

I’ve been through enough in life to know who I am
and I won’t tone that down just to make anyone comfortable
I’m not built to sugarcoat, stay silent, or play submissive to keep people around
If you're in my world, you get the real me
fire, flaws, heart, and all
And trust me, my loyalty is a luxury
It’s not cheap, it’s not common, and it’s definitely not for the weak

You want someone quiet, passive, and easy to manipulate
Wrong girlie. Wrong energy
You want someone who won’t call you out when you’re wrong or stand up for what’s right
Keep scrolling
Because I’m not her

This attitude
It’s built from scars, survival, and self-respect
It’s shaped by lessons people tried to teach me the hard way
And now I wear it like armor

So yeah, I talk back when disrespected
I set boundaries when needed
And I will never beg for a seat at any table I can flip over

We ride hard or not at all
And if you can’t handle the fire
then baby, you were never meant to sit beside me in the first place

#AttitudeWithPurpose #UnapologeticEnergy #RealOnesOnly #TakeMeAsIAm #RideOrDieLoyalty #BuiltFromFire #IfYouCantHandleMeDontComeCloser

People I follow on TikTok who aren’t celebrities… but absolutely are in their own right.

 People I follow on TikTok who aren’t celebrities… but absolutely are in their own right.

No Oscars, no Met Gala invites — but in my algorithm, they walk the digital red carpet every day.

Jamie Xie
I think she’s Chinese, and she is Rich Rich. I watch her TikToks for the glam, the luxury, the “my life is a Vogue spread” aesthetic. Just in case I randomly marry rich or win the lottery — I’ll be ready. I won’t act brand new. I’ve studied the material.

Cottage of Brunswick
It’s literally someone restoring a cottage in Brunswick, and yet I wait for updates like it's a Netflix series. The peeling walls, the rustic tiles, the weird DIY choices that somehow work? Comfort content. Like a warm cup of tea but make it interior design.

Back to the Studs
Two gay men in NYC flipping homes and narrating it like it’s a fairytale — but with wood beams and emotional trauma. The voiceover? Soothing. The storytelling? Top tier. They could literally be reading plumbing instructions and I’d still watch.

angelinapj
Yes, I’m Angelina certified. There’s something about her accent, her humor, her storytelling — like I’m on FaceTime with a chaotic but lovable cousin who always has tea. I never swipe past her. She’s a core memory.

diabe.tech
I’m diabetic, and he’s like the Anderson Cooper of Diabetes TikTok. Updates, tips, tech reviews — all served in an easy-to-digest way (pun intended). It’s the only kind of “news” that doesn’t give me anxiety.

1. sherwinables
   Unhinged in the best way. Every post is something totally different — a chaotic costume, a mini play, a or a jest about the upper management. I never know what to expect, and that’s exactly why I’m watching. Niche internet gold.

90 Days

 

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything personal, so this one goes in deep.

For a while now, I’ve been struggling—really struggling—with grief. It’s the kind of weight that sneaks up on you, settles in your chest, and stays there no matter how loud the world gets. I didn’t really know how to cope. So I did what many people do when they don’t want to feel: I hid. And my hiding place? Alcohol.

It started as a way to get through the nights. Then the days. Then everything in between. I told myself I was living, but really, I was just surviving.

But here’s where the story shifts.

I’m 3 months sober. 90 days.

That might not sound like a lot to some people, but if you’ve ever struggled with addiction or even just relied too heavily on something that numbed you, then you know—90 days is everything. It’s the raw part. The part where you’re still learning to live without the thing that used to hold you together (even if it was actually tearing you apart).

It hasn’t been easy. There have been days when I’ve felt like I was unraveling. Days when I had to sit with pain that I used to drown. But there’s a strange beauty in the clarity that comes with sobriety. In feeling everything, finally. In healing, slowly.

I don’t have it all figured out. I’m still grieving. Still learning. But I’m proud—so damn proud—to say I’ve made it through these 90 days.

If you’re reading this and you’re in the thick of it too, I see you. I’m rooting for you. And I promise, even when it feels impossible, there is light on the other side of numbness.

Here’s to the next 90.

Start Now

 

Hey soul with big dreams,

Most people don’t quit.
They don’t even start.

They sit with the idea. They overthink. They wait for the “right” time. They let fear dress up as logic. They scroll for inspiration but never take the first step.

But you? You’re not most people.
You feel the nudge. You hear the calling. You’ve had the vision tug at your heart more times than you can count.

So what are you waiting for?

The truth is: perfection is a myth. Clarity comes from movement, not from thinking about moving. And if you keep waiting for confidence to magically appear before starting — you’ll be stuck forever. Confidence grows after you begin.

Start messy. Start unsure. Start scared if you must.
But for the love of everything you’ve ever dreamed of — just start.

🌱 Drop a “START” below if you’re done holding yourself back.
💬 Tag the friend who needs this little push.
📌 Follow us @forthesoul6010 for daily fuel for the brave.

When a Friend Isn’t There When You Need Them the Most: Learning to Be Your Own Person

 

There are moments in life when you find yourself in need of someone—someone to talk to, someone to help you through the rough patches, someone to just be present with you. It’s natural to want a friend by your side, especially during the times when life feels overwhelming, when you feel like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. You call, you text, you reach out, hoping for a comforting presence. But what happens when they aren’t there? When, despite your need, the people you turn to are nowhere to be found?

At first, it stings. You feel abandoned, as if the connection you thought you had wasn’t as strong as you believed. It’s a tough pill to swallow. In those moments of loneliness, the silence is deafening. And while it’s okay to feel hurt or disappointed, it’s also important to take a step back and realize something profound: sometimes, you have to learn to be your own person.

They Not Like Me

 Sometimes I forget that people aren’t like me.

That not everyone has the same heart.

That not everyone will go out of their way just because they care.

I catch myself doing things for others—

little things, big things—

thinking, “If they were in my shoes, they’d do the same for me.”

But that’s not always true.

I bend over backwards,

stretch myself thin,

go the extra mile—

because that's how I show love, how I show up.

Because that’s who I am.

But not everyone thinks that way.

Some won’t even take a step for you,

while you're out here moving mountains just to make them smile.

And that realization stings.

It’s exhausting to keep giving to people who wouldn’t do the bare minimum for you.

To carry weight for others who never ask how you’re doing.

But I’m learning.

Learning that I can’t expect me from everyone.

Learning that my love, my effort, my energy—it’s valuable.

And it should be given to those who understand its worth.

Boundaries are not bitterness.

Pulling back isn’t being cold.

It’s protection. It’s self-respect.

I’ll still be me—

still kind, still thoughtful, still full of heart—

but I won’t keep setting myself on fire to keep people warm

who wouldn’t even pass me the match.