Joy is Love in Action

Joy is Love in Action

Joy breathed into life through love in action. The 2018 outreach program that marks my sixth year, and my second as a World Vision Ambassador.

On love and relationships

On love and relationships

Love has been a ridiculous adventure of discovery that continuously lead to character building, to say the least - and yesterday I gathered my thoughts and laid in under three types of love - self-love, love for others, and Agape.

Joyce to the World: New York 2017

Joyce to the World: New York 2017

I miss this place often and dream about going back the minute I step into the airport aiming to catch my flight back to Manila. If I had the chance to fly to anywhere else in the world right now, I’ll probably pick New York. And it’s not just because my best friend lives in one of the coolest boroughs in town and I could easily crash her apartment (and probably not have to worry about rent for maybe 6 months before she kicks me out), or because I met Tom Hiddleston there the first time I went (and probably will see him again if I seek intently enough). It’s because New York City, out of all the places in the world (yes, I’m sorry, I love my country, but even Manila -) makes me feel most like myself. 

ADD (Affection to A Fiction)

ADD (Affection to A Fiction)

I saw you today from the other side of my car window. Waiting right below the street lamp where you and I once hailed a taxi together. It was a frigid January evening and the streets were cluttered with drunken flirts and a distant ringing of reggaeton. I’ve doused myself with enough whisky and had thought the night should be over early rather than later; these days I start my mornings before seven, with double pours of coffee, enough to keep me active though hazed, enough to jumpstart the day, enough to help me remember what life was like before you and I and before you and I was no longer.

Maaaaaan, 2017. (A Year End Post)

Maaaaaan, 2017. (A Year End Post)

I’ve gone through enough breakups in my life to know that it all pans out the same. There’s a period of sadness - that aching, throbbing of pain that jolts you awake in the middle of your sleep, or pushes you to get a tattoo, a haircut, a random trip, a stranger’s kiss, another drink, just anything that could help you from sinking so deep into your conscious melancholy…and then it eventually gets better.