On Repeat: Movies

Making a list of favorite of movies is just so hard to do because one, there are so many to choose from and, two, how do you choose? So I thought of making a list of movies that are essentially on repeat on my playlist. I’ve watched these movies more than five times. These are my go-to movies whenever I feel like watching something but not really feeling anything in particular. So let’s start!!!



This is about a girl named Julie Baker and her long-time crush Bryce Loski, bearer of the world’s most dazzling eyes. It’s a coming of age movie that’s told from Julie’s and Bryce’s point of view. If I want to forget my state of being an adult, I watch this and reminisce feeling like a teen.

First Daughter


This is also another of my feel-good movies. It’s about the First Daughter of the United States going off to college, trying to balance her personal and high profile life, and ends up falling in love with an undercover Secret Service agent.

Memorable line: “I loved who I got to be with him.”

Life As We Know It


This is about a man and a woman both left with their best friend’s child who eventually find love in each other. Cute, right? Yep, plus it’s got Josh Duhamel… so I’d say that will speak for itself.

Memorable line: “Running a baby is not like running bakery. They’re a mess, they pee on things, they bite. They’re basically dogs.”

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows 1 & 2


I love Harry Potter. I may not be able to claim that I’m the biggest fan but I love Harry Potter. And out of the eight movies, these two are my favorite to watch again and again.

Memorable line: “Always.”

Bridget Jones’ Diary


I’ve heard soooo much about this movie for so many years but I never really bothered to watch it. I don’t know why. But man, when I watched it… I got it. I got why so many people love it. Bridget is hilarious!!! I could totally relate to her clumsiness. Bridget is my inspiration. Hahaha!

Memorable line: “I like you, very much. Just as you are.”

Olympus Has Fallen


This movie focuses on a Secret Service agent named Mike Banning who’s just absolutely awesome. Perhaps a man single-handedly saving the White House from terrorists is a little over the top but what I mostly like to watch on these kinds of movies is patriotism and how much it takes to storm into a burning building instead of running away from it, to use one’s body to protect someone else’s, to be worthy of being called a hero. Included in this, too, is its sequel London Has Fallen.

Memorable line: “Classified? Really? Well right now I believe I have the proverbial need to fuckin’ know.”

Silver Linings Playbook


A love story like no other. I’m a rom com nut and I’ve seen tons of movies about perfect people finding love in this crazy world but we rarely see one about two eff-ed up people finding love despite everything. For days when I feel like I’m too broken to ever find love, I watch this.

Memorable line: “The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday. That’s guaranteed.”

The Avengers


This is by far my favorite of all the Marvel movies. Now, some people may disagree out there but please don’t judge my choices. Haha!

Memorable line: “There’s only one God, ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.”



A story about a dad whose estranged daughter gets kidnapped for human trafficking. The dad, played by Liam Neeson, goes through hell to bring his daughter back.

Memorable line: “I will find you and I will kill you.”

So there you go. Those are my favorite movies. Just a few of them actually. What are yours? Do we share anything in common?


Through a Daughter’s Eyes: Letter + Stories about Dad

It’s Father’s Day! Happy Father’s Day to all the amazing dads out there! Most especially, Happy Father’s Day to my very own amazing dad. With this, I’d like to share with everyone little stories or memories I have with my father. I’m also sharing my short letter to him.



As a kid, whenever I was scared or nervous about something, my dad always tells me to hug him as tight as I could and transfer all my fears to him. And that he’d swim in the ocean for me and wash all my fears away.


Dad took me to his hometown a lot as a kid. Zamboanga City is about 300 miles away where we lived so we took a lot of bus rides together. I loved how he knew all the places we passed by from years and years of traveling the route. I’d always ask him where we were whenever we were passing a remote area without signs, he’d always have an answer, and it’d be right when I checked the next sign I see.


My dad drinks. A lot. But when I was younger, I never saw him throw a fit when he was drunk. He rarely goes out drinking with friends. He just drinks by himself in our house and he goes to sleep.


There was one time when he took me with him to a friend’s house. They were drinking and it was totally fine with me because of all the food. We were sitting on tall benches then. I was a short kid (I still am, by the way) so my feet couldn’t reach the ground. On top of being short, I was also clumsy (still am, too) so I fell off the bench and landed straight on the ground with rocks. Went home with a huge wound on my knee.


It was dad who taught me how to swim. When I was still learning, he’d tell me to start at one point and swim towards him. As I did that, he’d always move backwards a little bit. I’d always feel cheated. But I truly am grateful that he did that because that taught me to not be afraid of the water.


Dad also taught me how to ride a bike. He spent hours and hours with me, teaching me, holding the bike while I was finding my balance. I remember vividly the feeling I had when he first let go and I was pedaling on my own.


I remember the first (?) fight we had. I accused him of not believing in me. He went in my room that night and told me he was sorry for whatever he said.


I remember the phone call I made to him when I told him I might not graduate as expected on my fourth year of college. I was crying like the world was about to end. He told me it was okay but he did not tell me that when I called, he was already confined at a hospital.


I think my dad and I have this special connection because sometimes I’d hear him calling me. I’d run to wherever he was in our house and I’d asked him what it is. He’d say he didn’t call me but he was just thinking of me. Weird, I know.


Dear Dad,

Thank you for everything you did for me and for everything you continue to do for me even if you didn’t have to. I’ve broken your heart a hundred different times in a hundred different ways. I am sorry. I promise I will never stop trying to be a better daughter to you and mom. I’ll make you happy one day and someday you will stop worrying about me. I love you more than I can ever imagine.




Reminder: Life Goals

So I wrote this piece last year when I did the 30-Day Blogging Challenge. I’m still currently working on these goals but sometimes I lose sight of these on days when I’m being crazy. That is why I decided to repost this on my blog to remind myself of these five essential things. It’s still a very long way, self, but you’re on your way. Keep going.


Write Again

Writing has always been one of the things I wanted to do. Verbal communication isn’t my strongest suit even when it comes to my family and friends. I feel like I’m a better communicator through written words. The sad part is I don’t have much practice in writing because I’ve been so caught up with everything that I didn’t really make an effort on making myself a better writer… or even a good writer.

It may be a little late, but the important thing is I have finally come to the realization that the world doesn’t owe me anything. That if I want something, I have to work for it, maybe even shed tears and sweat. It’ll be a long, hard way but I’m up for it because if I want to have my stories heard or read, I have to write again.

Continue Blogging

As I’ve already mentioned on a previous post (first entry), I have long wanted to start a blog. But because I have a masters degree on procrastination, it took me five freaking years to finally make my first blog post since I planned on having a personal blog. It’s amazing how I finally got around to it. So my second goal is to sustain the energy to continue blogging. Nurture this blog as my personal avenue where I could develop myself in writing, a channel of my deep, dark, insane thoughts. If along the way this inspires someone else, then that’d be a welcome bonus. For now, this blog will be for me.

Lose Weight

Who doesn’t have this on their goals? I don’t have the accurate stats on this but I’m willing to bet that most people have this on their list. In my case, I really need this for every reason in the world. My mantra: Lighter, faster, stronger, better.


As a kid, I told myself I’d only go abroad for travel and other stuff. I don’t want to work anywhere else but my country alone. There is no place like home. Without meaning to sound like a total traitor to my country, I have to admit that good-paying jobs are difficult to find here. So yeah, I’ll be seeking opportunities abroad for financial growth. Hopefully, somewhere along the way, I find personal growth as well.

Find my Inner Ninja

This goal is kind of the miscellaneous box on categorized goals. I didn’t want to name it something clichΓ©, hence, the inner ninja. I guess what my goal here really is personal growth. To learn new things like calligraphy and yoga. Explore places. Study history and literature. Start ticking off things on my bucket list. Speaking of, organize my bucket list. Do something. Be someone. Chase life and find happiness.

Two Important Things I Learned from a Blogging Seminar

“What did you do over the weekend?”

“I joined a seminar” is not what someone I know would expect as my response. But I really did join a seminar! Anyway, so I attended a Blogging for Beginners seminar by Vic Madriaga of VICMADZ.com held last Saturday, May 20, 2017 at Giuseppe, The Nest.


A few nights ago, I saw the photo above posted on Sir Vic’s Facebook page on my timeline. Vic Madriaga, by the way, is a multi-awarded blogger, social media strategist, lifestyle columnist, and is one of Cagayan de Oro’s social media influencers.

I immediately thought of joining but, as with everything else in my life, I debated with myself whether or not I should do it. Thank God I was able to cast my second thoughts aside and just went ahead and did it, because while some of things discussed I already kind of knew, I learned two important points I never would’ve learned had I not had a chance to listen to someone who has successfully done it for years.

Share It

I created this blog a year ago in hopes of developing how I write and finding my voice in writing. I wrote on it almost consistently for two months and left it to rut. But here’s the thing. Apart from three people in my life, I haven’t actually shared the existence of this blog. Only the WordPress world knows about this. Well, at least the few people who bother to click on my posts.

Sir Vic emphasized the importance of sharing your blog and not keeping it to yourself, which is what I’ve been doing. In his words, “If you want to keep it to yourself, you can but you have to share it eventually,” (probably not the exact words but you get the idea). I don’t know when eventually will come for me but it will. I promise myself it will.

Nothing Worth Having Comes Easy

Sir Vic openly talked about his struggles as a newbie blogger 10 years ago back when social media still wasn’t a thing and blogging was a relatively new concept. He was so generous to share his blunders and pointed out to us what we should and shouldn’t do as bloggers. (Naks! Claim it!).

Listening to his story has reminded me that indeed nothing worth having comes easy, a construct that is easily forgotten. His success didn’t happen overnight yet he still went for it knowing it is what he wants.

Proof that this happened.


Photo with Sir Vic. Yay! Certificate!


Photo with everyone else in the seminar. Both photos are from Sir Vic by the way.

And here’s a photo from my point of view.


I learned a lot of technical stuff for blogging, too, an area I don’t feel confident talking about just yet, so I opt just sharing these two things. For now maybe?

Attending this event was definitely worth it. Although I’m more into shaping my site as a personal blog, this seminar definitely opened my eyes to possibilities. A new world made possible by blogging.

Murder: Bad Topic for Small Talk

Last Saturday, I attended my sort-of cousin’s wedding. I say sort-of because technically speaking she’s my aunt but she’s younger than I am so I find it weird referring to her as my aunt.

Anyway, the wedding was in Talisayan, Misamis Oriental, which is around a three-hour bus ride away from where I live (Cagayan de Oro).

As expected, I got back pretty late, almost midnight, so I had to take a taxi from Agora Bus Terminal to our place. I took one of the taxis that was parked around the terminal.

Not even two minutes into the ride, the driver already had to maneuver around some scuffle in the road. Which wasn’t really a big deal.Β But then…

Mr. Driver started to narrate his experience of one roadside issue.

He talked about how he had recently punched another cab driver for swiping his prospective passenger. And how the said cab driver has filed a complaint against him with the LTFRB.

I had a long day and still a long night ahead and I was really not in the mood for a small talk so my responses were limited to “Yeah…” and “Uh-hmm.”

Now, what should have been a normal, easy ride home turned into one of the most terrifying rides I ever had.

Mr. Driver continued talking even if it was clear that I didn’t want to talk. Apparently, the cab driver he punched is asking 30,000 pesos in damages. Suddenly, he said…

“Ma’y pa’g gi patay nalang nako siya.” (I should have killed him).

That was when I went into alert mode.


I know people say things they don’t really mean often. But it was the way he said it that really terrified me. He didn’t say it in an angry way. He said it in a calm, serial killer-ish way like a psychopath about to be unleashed. (Maybe I’m watching too much crime shows).

In my mind, “If I don’t get off this cab, I may be murdered tonight or witness a murder. Either way, it’s not good for me.”

I frantically tried to call my brother so Mr. Driver knows someone is expecting me. And he knows that if I don’t show up in the next 10 minutes, someone will look for me. I also forced myself to respond to him even if I was shit scared and tired lest he gets pissed off at me for not acknowledging him. Thankfully, I got home safe. Slightly traumatized but still in one piece.

That may have been nothing. To him, maybe he was just genuinely trying to have a conversation. I may have just been overly paranoid. But to everybody out there (and I cannot emphasize this enough)…

Murder is a bad small talk topic. Especially to strangers. At midnight. Seriously. Talk about everything except your plan of committing heinous crimes.