When the violin hits the atmosphere with its melodies, I persuade myself to plunge into a pool of memories. It is a reflex I cannot bend. The warmth and energy flows in every inch of […]

When the violin hits the atmosphere with its melodies, I persuade myself to plunge into a pool of memories. It is a reflex I cannot bend. The warmth and energy flows in every inch of […]
My grandfather’s name is Demetrio. I call him Lolo Demet. I used to listen to his stories and life experiences over and over. I wish he’s alive today so I can listen to him once more […]
There have been so many road blocks before I had the courage to start my own blog. Then, about a month ago, I finally admitted that the main thing that hinders me from doing it […]