November 8, 2015

Accepting the “Athlete”

When I think of the word “athlete,” images of Olympic contenders would come to mind: lean, muscular, strong, and determined. I used to love watching all kinds of sports on TV, especially gymnastics, ice skating, tennis, and the NBA. My parents never pushed us girls toward sports, which had always been odd to me, considering how many basketball and tennis trophies my dad brought home and added to his collections stored in cabinets and displayed on our piano. It’s a shame, because I was always full of energy, enjoying physical activities that not many girls in my school could relate […]
September 8, 2015

#BilangPilipino

We can still keep hoping, and working together, for a better Philippines. Praying for a wiser electorate this 2016, and a leader who will have the country’s best interests as his/her top priority, and not selfish ambitions. United for the flag Beautiful capture by @BilangPilipino on TwitterPosted by The Ryan Cayabyab Singers on Tuesday, September 8, 2015 I felt privileged to have been part of the launch of #BilangPilipino this morning, TV5’s media campaign that encourages awareness through high-tech and accurate coverage for better discernment. It’s been a while, but I got choked up singing our arrangement of Bayan Ko and […]
September 7, 2015

Personal Best

I used to dread Mondays: from being the start of a school week, to the first day of the work week, it was the day that forced me to abruptly shake off the comforts of the weekend. This changed since I started doing CrossFit at CrossFit Greenhills last year, and I’ve actually been looking forward to Mondays, itching to get back in the box (what we call our gym) to workout. I’ve mandated Saturdays and Sundays for muscle recovery, so I’ve noticed that I generally perform better at the start of another week.  Today was one such Monday, and I beat several personal records […]
September 6, 2015

We Live Life By Days

I’ve put off doing so many things for “someday,” because “someday” was always so safely vague and faraway. I set some dreams aside in this giant box of “someday,” collecting them like precious artefacts, taking them out for a dusting once in a while, but mostly keeping them tucked away. I imagined, and maybe half-expected, that those dreams would naturally and eventually be fulfilled; that I would see them realized given enough time. When I got older. After I graduated from high school… no, college. When I started earning my own money, or maybe when I had my first million. […]