Just Protecting My Energy

 ✨ PSA: At this point in my life, I’m done with flaky friends. I’m talking about the ones who never show up, always got an excuse, or go MIA whenever it matters. 🙄 I’ve been patient, I’ve been nice, but honestly? I’m over it. I’m not here to chase anyone or beg for loyalty. If you can’t put in the effort, don’t expect to stick around. 🤷‍♂️

I’m choosing my peace over people who don’t respect my time or energy. It’s not about being mean or bitter — it’s about knowing my worth and not settling for less. 🚫 I’m not holding onto dead weight or pretending things are cool when they’re clearly not. Friendship is a two-way street, and if you’re not showing up, then don’t be surprised when I stop making room for you. 🙅‍♀️

I don’t have time for games, fake vibes, or people who only hit me up when it’s convenient for them. If you wanna stay in my life, show up consistently, or keep it moving. It’s all love, but I’m setting boundaries. I’m done pouring from an empty cup.

No hate, no drama — just protecting my energy from now on. So either match my effort or lose access. Simple as that. 💁‍♀️

September Goodbye

 September brings all the feels, doesn’t it? It’s been heavy for me, like a weight on my chest that seems to get heavier with each passing day. I’ve found myself just trying to make it through, counting down the days until it’s finally over, waiting for some kind of relief. What’s strange is, September never promised not to make me cry. It never promised easier days or a smooth path. Instead, it wrapped me in moments that forced me to slow down, to sit with the weight of everything, and to face what I’ve been carrying.

Even though it felt like September would never end, here I am, still standing. I’ve had to pick up the pieces of myself that fell along the way, take a deep breath, and gather all the scattered fragments. And even though I’m still figuring it out, there’s a quiet power in that. There’s a kind of courage in holding on when all I wanted to do was let go.

So here I am, standing at the end of this wild month, waving goodbye to September. Not with bitterness or sadness, but with some newfound strength. September tested me, broke me a little, but it also gave me the chance to rebuild. I made it through, and honestly, that’s something to be proud of. Now, I’m ready to face whatever comes next, with all the pieces I’ve managed to pick up, and hoping the next chapter will be a little lighter. 🌿

Being Diabetic in Your 30’s

This is earlier today. I had 2 cups of ice cream yesterday so…

Alright, here it goes. I’ve been dealing with something for a while now, and honestly, I’ve kept it to myself because I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. But here’s the truth: I’m diabetic. And being young with diabetes? It’s not exactly the easiest thing to admit. At first, I thought I could just power through it, like, “Okay, I’ll just manage, no worries.” But that’s not how it works. 

It’s a constant struggle. Some days, I’ll eat whatever, thinking, “I’ll be fine.” And then, boom—I'm hit with that sick feeling that knocks me off my feet, and I’m like, “Okay, this is serious.” But the next day, I’m back to normal like nothing happened. It’s such a rollercoaster. And to be honest, the hardest part is balancing this reality with the fact that I still just want to live life like everyone else, without overthinking every single thing I eat. It’s exhausting, and sometimes it feels like I’m failing.

But you know what? I’m done hiding it. This is my life now, and I’m learning to accept it. I’ve realized it’s okay to mess up sometimes. It doesn’t mean I’m not trying or that I’m weak—it just means I’m human. So, yeah, I’m diabetic. And even though it’s hard, I’m owning it. I’m figuring it out, step by step, and I’m not going to let it control me anymore.

Two Years Later: Missing You Everyday, Dad

 It’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that two years have already passed since you left. Time is moving so fast, but the pain? That hasn’t changed at all. It’s still there, lingering like a shadow, no matter how much life keeps pushing forward.

I miss you, Dad. Every day. Sometimes, it hits me out of nowhere—like when I want to tell you about something that happened at work or just chat like we used to. Then I remember…you’re not here. And honestly, that realization is just as painful today as it was the day you passed.

People always say that time heals, and I guess in some ways it does. I’ve learned to get through the days without breaking down as much, but there are still moments where it feels like I’m right back to square one. They never tell you that grief doesn’t really go away; you just get better at carrying it.

It’s weird to think about all the things that have happened since you’ve been gone—the milestones, the little victories, and even the tough days. I can’t help but wonder what you’d say or how you’d help me through it. You were always my go-to for advice, the person who could see things clearly when I couldn’t. I miss that clarity, that comfort.

Sometimes I feel stuck in the past, holding on to our memories. But then I remember how much you wanted me to keep moving forward, to live fully, and I try to do that for you. It’s not easy, but I’m working on it. You left a huge mark on my life, and I see little pieces of you in everything I do—whether it’s how I handle challenges or just how I find joy in the simple things.

Two years have gone by, but not a single day passes without you on my mind. I miss you more than words can say, Dad. You’re always with me, and I’ll keep carrying your memory with me, no matter where life takes me.

I am One of Them Now| Ong Fam

 Hey, everyone! So, I know I'm kinda late to the game on this, but I wanted to share something that's been on my mind lately. For the past two weeks, I’ve been feeling really off, like not just physically but mentally too. I’ve had way too much time on my hands, just lying in bed and scrolling through the endless sea of content on the internet. You know how it is when you're not feeling great—sometimes all you can do is just browse and try to find something that makes you feel a little less blah.

That’s when I stumbled across the Ong fam’s account, and let me tell you, they were a total breath of fresh air. Their content is just so genuine, and honestly, that's what we all need right now. In a world where so much feels fake or overly curated, the Ong fam keeps it real. They’re not always happy, and they’re not trying to pretend like life is perfect, but that’s exactly what makes them so relatable and loveable.

I’ve been watching their videos, and I just love how authentic they are. They share the ups and downs, the good and the bad, and that’s what makes their content so special. It’s not all about putting on a show; it’s about showing up as you are, and I think that’s something we could all use a little more of in our lives.

So yeah, if you haven’t checked them out yet, do yourself a favor and dive into their world. I promise they’re worth every second. I’m so glad I found them, and I hope you guys end up loving them as much as I do! 💖

Link: https://youtube.com/@geoongchannel?si=cbntyGViPv6fmHkW

Hiking in Kampitlok Binabag Bogo City

 What a day! We took on the hills of Kampitlok Binabag, and while the hike was tough, every step was worth it. The climb had us all exhausted, but when we finally reached the top, the breathtaking view made it all worthwhile. Nature's beauty never fails to amaze! 🌄

Feeling accomplished and recharged after that adventure. Who’s up for the next hike? 🥾💪

Set the World on Fire

This long weekend in the Philippines, I had no work, and guess what? I spent the entire time bed-rotting at home. Yes, you heard that right—I dedicated this weekend to healing and spirituality, and honestly, I needed it.

I haven’t been feeling well since last Monday. My asthma has been flaring up, especially after I eat anything made from chicken or seafood. It’s been a rollercoaster of breathlessness and moments of feeling okay. But in between the wheezes and gasps, I had some time to really think about how I’ve been doing emotionally.

Truth be told, I’ve been battling depression for a while now, and it’s been a quiet storm brewing inside me. At first, it’s easy to dismiss it, chalking it up to stress or just a bad day. But when those bad days start to string together and turn into weeks, months—even years—you realize you’re in deeper than you thought.

For me, a lot of this sadness has been rooted in not fully moving on from my dad’s death. Losing someone close to you isn’t just about the moment they’re gone; it’s about the void they leave behind and the way it changes you. For a long time, I felt like I was living in the shadow of that loss, unable to break free from the grief. I tried to carry on, but it was like dragging a weight that just wouldn’t let go.

But here’s the thing: this weekend, something clicked. I realized that I’ve been stuck in this sadness because, on some level, I’ve allowed myself to be. I wasn’t just mourning my dad; I was allowing that grief to define me, to hold me back from living fully. And I think that’s what depression does—it convinces you that this heavy, dark feeling is all there is. But it’s not.

I thought about my dad a lot over these past few days. He was the kind of person who lived life with purpose and passion, and I know he wouldn’t want me to be stuck like this—lost and struggling. He’d want me to be at my 100%, in mind, body, and soul. He’d want me to find joy, to live with intention, and to keep moving forward, no matter how hard it might be.

So, today marks a new beginning. I’ve made some plans, and now it’s time to put them into action. It won’t be easy—I know that. Moving on isn’t about forgetting; it’s about finding a way to carry the memories with you while still making space for new experiences, new joys, and new growth. It’s about giving yourself permission to be happy again, to dream again, and to believe that you deserve to live fully.

I’m ready to set this world on fire, like I always say. I’m stepping out of the shadows and reclaiming my life, one day at a time. World, get ready for me, because I am back.

Pushing 40’s

 

You know how life has a way of speeding up as you get older? Careers take off, relationships come and go, and suddenly, you’re staring down your late 30s wondering where the time went. But through all the chaos, one thing has stayed rock solid in my life: my ride-or-die, my true friend.

Back in our 20s, friendship was all about staying up late, making spontaneous plans, and dreaming big about the future. We were glued at the hip, convinced we’d conquer the world together. Then, adulthood hit, and things got real. Jobs, bills, and all the adulting that comes with it tested our bond. But here we are, pushing 40, and still going strong.

We’ve both landed stable careers—no more bouncing between jobs, wondering if we’ll ever “make it.” And yeah, we’re still single, but that’s not something we lose sleep over. If anything, it’s been empowering. We’ve built lives we’re proud of, with the freedom to live on our own terms. Some people might think we’re clinging to our youth, still going out on weekends like we’re 25, but for us, it’s just about living life to the fullest.

There’s something special about a friendship that can weather the storms of life. It’s not just about all the crazy stories we share but the deep understanding that comes from years of knowing each other inside and out. We’ve been through the awkward stages, the heartbreaks, the wins, and the losses. And now, even as we’re nearing 40, we’ve still got each other’s backs like no one else can.

We might not have the traditional markers of “adulthood”—marriage, kids, settling down—but we’ve got something that’s just as important: a friendship that’s seen us through it all. We’re each other’s chosen family, navigating the ups and downs of life with a partner-in-crime by our side.

As we edge closer to 40, there’s a new sense of calm in knowing who we are and what we want. Our friendship, once built on big dreams and endless possibilities, has evolved into something deeper—a constant in a world that never stops changing. We’ve learned that a true friend isn’t just there for the good times but also for the tough ones, the kind of person who’ll laugh with you in the best moments and hold you up during the worst.

Our weekends might still be filled with fun and adventure, but now we also appreciate the quieter moments, the comfortable silences that say more than words ever could. We’re not just trying to relive the past; we’re creating new memories, writing the next chapter of our story.

In a world where everything feels like it’s in constant flux, it’s comforting to know that some things don’t change. A true friend is one of those rare, unshakeable constants. And as we keep moving forward, I’m grateful to have that kind of friendship in my life—a bond that’s stood the test of time and will continue to do so, no matter what life throws our way.

Platonic Friendship

 In today’s world, it’s crucial to recognize that boys and gay men can have authentic, platonic friendships without any unnecessary complications. 🚫 For too long, society has imposed outdated stereotypes, suggesting that friendship between boys and gay men is somehow problematic or complicated. But the truth is, friendship transcends sexual orientation.

Friendship is built on mutual respect, trust, and a genuine connection, not on assumptions about someone’s personal life. It’s time to debunk the myth that boys and gay men can’t just be friends. 💡 Whether you’re straight, gay, or anywhere in between, everyone deserves to have friends who support them, challenge them, and stand by them.

Platonic friendships are real, valuable, and deserve to be recognized without bias or judgment. 🌟 We need to move beyond the stereotypes and understand that true friendship is about connection and respect—nothing more, nothing less.

By normalizing friendships between boys and gay men, we’re taking a step toward a more inclusive, understanding society. It’s time to break down these barriers and celebrate all kinds of friendships, embracing the diversity that makes our relationships richer and more meaningful. 🌈

Let’s start celebrating the friendships that matter, regardless of who they involve. Platonic friendships are powerful, and it’s time we all acknowledge that.

Quick Break

 

Days went by so fast. My days of traveling have come to an end, and now it’s time to get back to work. ✈️🌍 It was an incredible journey filled with unforgettable moments, but now I’m ready to dive back into the hustle. Let’s get back to it!