“Life, Love and a Little Adventures”

Back in 2017 , when Max and I were still just friends—or let’s say buddies —we went on our very first travel adventure together. It was also the first time I experienced a long-distance motorbike trip , and honestly… it was insane. We decided to travel all the way from Cebu City to Dumaguete —yes, by motorbike ! The Wild Idea 💡 If there’s one thing you should know about Max, it’s that he loves riding motorbikes . It doesn’t matter how far the destination is—he’s always up for the ride. One day, he casually asked me: “Do you wanna do something adventurous?” Of course, I said yes! Even though my parents were super worried (it was a long ride and I had never done anything like it before), I guess I’ve always been a little rascal and a bit of a rebel . 😅 So off we went—just the two of us, a motorbike, and the open road. From Cebu to Dumaguete 🚢🛣️ We woke up around 4:00 AM to hit the road. But here’s the kicker—we were a little hungover from having beers the night before. 😅 We...

  I was so busy that I kept telling myself — and everyone around me — how busy I was. And guess what? The busier I said I was, the busier I became! 😅 For those who understand the power of our thoughts and feelings, this shouldn’t come as a surprise. What we think, feel, and speak about shapes our reality. I wasn’t being very mindful in my story of busyness — I was caught in a whirlwind of “doing” without much thought to the “being.” 🌪️✨ During this intense time, I was busy thinking about what to do with my life — how to move forward, feeling stressed because I still didn’t know exactly what I wanted. Even though today I’m happy with my family, my husband ❤️, and our dog Heidi 🐶, I was caught up in the busy search for answers, always wishing and looking for something more. But I’ve come to realize that only God 🙏 knows what His plan is for us. We just need to trust His plans no matter what. And now, I feel contented — grateful for the blessings I have right here and now. 🌸 ...

  The Dream of Having a Fur Baby My husband has always wanted a dog—and honestly, so have I. But for us, getting a dog wasn’t just about having a pet. It was about finding a fur baby —someone to love and care for like family. Since we don’t have children yet, we knew we had so much love to give. We dreamed of a little companion we could bring with us wherever we go, especially on our motorbike trips and daily adventures. Finding the Right One The search wasn’t easy. There are so many dogs that need homes, and I honestly wish we could adopt them all! My husband mentioned he loved Boxer dogs, but he also really liked French Bulldogs. After doing some research and thinking about our lifestyle, we agreed: a French Bulldog was the perfect match for us. We were specifically looking for the smallest one we could find—because yes, we planned to take her on our motorbike! We imagined riding through towns and countryside with a tiny dog in tow, just enjoying life together. Love at First ...

📍 Where It All Started I met my husband back in the Philippines while he was working as a German teacher in Cebu. One random day, while casually scrolling through Facebook, I stumbled across his profile. He had dreadlocks—like a rasta man—and piercing blue eyes that made me stop scrolling. My first thought was: “Wow… he’s handsome!” 😍 Without hesitation, I added him as a friend. He accepted—and that was the beginning of our story. 💬 We Clicked Instantly We started chatting and connected right away. I'm older than him (yes, I’m a proud ate 😄), and I remember our early jokes: He asked me, “Do you like young boys?” And I fired back, “Do you like older women?” 😅 We didn’t take things too seriously at first. But what made us click even more? We both love beer! 🍻 That simple love for good drinks and good company brought us closer. 🎸 From Gigs to Goodnight Calls He’s this tall, blue-eyed foreigner, and I’ve always considered myself just a regular, simple girl. Ther...

Lately, I’ve been feeling off — like there’s all this random noise in my head I just can’t make sense of. I catch myself acting weird or talking too much, and I don’t even know why. Living with anxiety isn’t easy. People often misunderstand me. They ask if I’m annoyed at them… and honestly, sometimes I am. But deep down, I blame myself for feeling that way. If I were more interesting — if I did more, experienced more — maybe I’d relate to others better. Maybe then I’d care more about what they say. Their small talk wouldn’t sound so empty, and they wouldn’t seem so dull to me. It feels like the problem is me. Looking back, I realize there was always someone who found me annoying. Eventually, I started believing that everyone did. So I taught myself to stay quiet in public. I only speak when someone speaks to me first. But that just makes people think I’m weird for being so quiet. I hate the thought of being the annoying one, but I still hold back. I rarely share my thoughts ...

🤍 When Silence Speaks Love There’s a side of me that not many people notice — the side that forgives quietly, that understands too deeply, and that holds back tears just to keep peace. I stay kind, I stay calm, even when my heart feels like it’s slowly breaking. Sometimes, we forgive not because it’s easy, but because love teaches us to. Because we want to protect the people we care about. Because we believe in giving chances. But forgiveness doesn’t mean we weren’t hurt. Understanding doesn’t mean we’re okay. 💭 When You’re Always the One Who “Gets It” You try to be the one who understands. The one who keeps showing grace. You remind yourself: “They didn’t mean it.” “Maybe they’re struggling too.” “Don’t overthink it.” But deep down, something aches. You give so much of yourself — your love, your patience, your time — and sometimes it feels like no one even notices. It can feel so lonely when you’re the one who’s always okay for everyone else… even when you're not oka...