I’ve been craving for chips for over three months now. I don’t usually eat chips when I’m on site because it’s rarely available. During my home leave in the Philippines, I didn’t get the chance to eat crisps too because I traveled a lot. So this afternoon, I went to the restaurant to inform the caretaker of the house that I don’t have electricity. This … Continue reading Money Well Spent
So I’m stuck for another more year here in Burkina Faso. A West-African French-speaking country. I’ve been here for over a year now. Because of that, everyone expects me to speak fluent French now. I also thought I can do a year and emerge victorious and with a new learned language in my pocket. But what went wrong? You see, I hated my country assignment. … Continue reading My love-hate relationship with French (not the fries)
I drink a lot but I don’t consider myself an alcoholic. I can say that my stay in college was wild in terms of drinking. I can’t remember really how I got hooked in drinking. But one thing that I’m really sure is that it was fun. When I was still young, I can remember during celebrations (birthdays, reunions, etc) my father together with my … Continue reading Pill Pilsen | Story Time
My addiction to traveling is getting severe now. It started during my first trip abroad. I was 22 back then. I went to Japan for a month of training. I never really dreamt of traveling the world to be honest. I was realistic for a young age. I always knew that when I grow up, I would be employed in a company with a salary … Continue reading It’s Time for Africa
Baguio may be considered as my second home now. I’m originally from La Union, transferred to Laguna, and now living in Burkina Faso in West Africa. But still, Baguio has that soft spot in my heart. Came to Baguio to study in the University for five years. And built some of the greatest friendships that I still cherish up to now. So for my Home … Continue reading New Japanese Friends | Baguio City, Philippines
To be honest, I don’t pray (anymore). Last time I went to church, I can’t remember. I’m Catholic. All my family are. But I don’t know what happened to me. My mother who was a catholic ever since was very religious. Every sunday, she would drag us from bed just to attend the mass. But for a typical boy like me, I would prefer to … Continue reading I almost died (got killed). Not once but thrice. | Burkina Faso
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