Your daily dose of my life's quirks, laughs, and adventures!
So, I asked the million-peso question the other day: “When is the world ending?” Because honestly, if you’ve been living in the Philippines lately, it feels like we’re at least on Season Finale of Planet ...
The recent 6.9 magnitude earthquake in Bogo, Cebu has left families shaken—literally and emotionally. Even after the tremors stopped, the fear of aftershocks lingers. How do you find peace when the very ground beneath your ...
There are days when I feel like I can’t breathe—not because of the actual floodwaters rising around us, but because of the disgusting corruption that has become so normal in this country that it’s practically ...
Today marks Daily Prana and The Dhaba’s 7th anniversary—and Ralph and I made sure we didn’t miss it. In fact, we were the first yogis to arrive (look at us, overachievers). When we walked in, ...
So Ralph and I finally did it—we booked a couple’s tarot card reading with Moreen Austria at Dambana, her holistic center at the Art District. If you’ve met Moreen, you know she’s one of those ...
So last Saturday, I decided to reward myself after yoga by diving into full-blown spiritual whiplash — aka watching The Conjuring: Last Rites. Because, you know, after stretching my hamstrings and finding inner peace, what ...
I’ve been living in Bacolod for a while now, but you know how it is — you can take the girl out of Hinigaran, but you can’t take Hinigaran out of the girl. And lately, ...
It’s Wednesday again, which means one thing: realignment yoga day at Daily Prana — also known as the weekly reminder that my body and balance are not on speaking terms. Last week, my left hamstring decided ...
No, before you ask — Mommy Tess is not my mom. She’s like the mom of all yoginis at Daily Prana. You know, the one who knows everyone’s birthdays, asks if you’ve eaten, and somehow ...
My Saturday was supposed to be simple: yoga, a movie date, maybe a chill vibe. Keyword: supposed to. Instead, it turned into a rollercoaster of questionable clocks, cursed cinema snacks, and a fire scare that ...
So there I was initially, thinking I was just going to another yoga class. You know, the usual—Sun Salutations to warm up, maybe a Wild Thing or two to spice things up, end with a ...
Here’s the thing—when I step on my mat, I’m not auditioning for a before-and-after photo. I’m not here to shrink, flatten, or “tone” my way into your approval. I’m here to breathe deeper, move better, ...
