Tuesday, June 30, 2009


10 years ago, I graduated in high school. Now, I can’t help but to look back and reflect on my life. Many things have changed and I'm so grateful about it!

Sunday, June 28, 2009


Two weeks ago, I heard over the radio that there’s an upcoming contest titled Brunei’s Who’s Got Talent sponsored by b-mobile and HSBC. As a patron of contests, I braved myself and auditioned for the said competition.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009


Here's a literary composition I made last night. I hope you will all like it.

Part 1: Beautiful Brunei!

I’ve been here in Brunei for a year and 3 months now. Frankly, I’ve already fell in love with the green and serene city of this opulent country.

Here’s an article I made with some research for Brunei Travel and Tourism. I hope this could help you if you wish to visit, work or stay for good in this very peaceful country!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day!

To the most responsible, supportive, understanding, and loving provider of the family, Happy Father's Day Papc!
Pictures were taken during my Father's 3 day visit in Brunei last year. It was during the Hari Raya.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


Today, I celebrate my birthday. Frankly, I’m overwhelmed with the avalanche of surprises – loads of birthday greetings through online,calls and texts, a cake and a card from dear friends, a greeting from multiply by my best friend Apes, and a gift from the bakery where I always buy my breakfast bread. 

But guess what, there’s a gift which totally rocked my day and made me almost cry (Super!).

With the power of the internet, the diskarte of Stacey and her gang, the kakulitan of my family, and perfect coordination which I'm really impressed, I received (online) a special “NOTE” with lots of pictures greeting me a Happy Birthday. Honestly, upon seeing the entry, I thought, I’m about to join Philippine Idol with all the BIG banners. But seriously, I'm so touched! (tissue paper please!). This so sweet! It made my 27th birthday oh-so memorable and fantabulous!
Grabeh, pati si Manang binulabog niyo! Hahaha!

To all my family and friends, Thank you very much! I LOVE YOU ALL!

Check this out!

Title: Happy Happy Birthday! Highly Infectious Herbs! (Kuya Earvs!) ;))

Their message to me:
God gave a gift to the world when you were born; a person who loves and cares, who sees a person's need and fills it, who encourages and lifts people up, who spends energy on others rather than himself, who touches each life he enters & makes a difference in the world. May the love you have shown to others return to you multiplied. Today is your day to shine as every day should be.

Happy Happy Birthday Kuya Earvs!We love you!!!

Hope you'll like this little somethin' somethin' we have for you. ;))

(This a spur of the moment overnight idea!)..haha i just want to thank kuya eamon for his full coordination with this plan, jeron and ate sheree. (to ta last minute ang picturan!haha) and also manang.. especially to my friends, who helped me in this note to become very possible : SEREEN, KRISH, and APPLE!.i love you girls!. ;)) ( thanks for the effort!) - there are more upcoming greet signs for you KUYA EARVS! i'll just update this note nalang soon as i get back from school ;))

We love you! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! take the best care always.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


When I graduated in college, I dreamed of landing a job in a television network. I knew the glamour, fun and loudness of the entertainment industry will match my versatility and peerless talent. And so I braved myself in applying.

After months of waiting, I got a call from a television network wanting to hire me. Despite my competitive academic record, I was offered to start as a P.A. Yeah. A Production Assistant. As some people describe it, "ang dakilang taga timpla ng kape" or "utusan" during shoots.
I accepted the most-coveted or to-die-for job. To me, all the descriptions and horrifying stories on being a PA were just myth not until I became one.

Monday, June 15, 2009


A few days from now, I’ll be turning 27. To be exact, I’ll be celebrating my special day on the 18th of June. And frankly, I just felt everything is moving so fast and unnoticeable. 

It was just last year when I turned 26; our office surprised me with a cake and a card, I had a party in our staff house which my housemates helped me to mount, and I was away with my family because I was making a career here in the Abode of Peace.

Now, let me share to you my TOP 27 spontaneous and outrageous wishes that come first in my mind.

Thursday, June 11, 2009


As a bubbly child, I dreamed of becoming an accountant. Although I knew I was not gifted on working with numbers and formulas, the office set-up and illusion of earning big time attracted me the most to be a CPA someday. So, when I had the chance to choose my degree in college, I picked accountancy. Surprisingly, after indulging myself on a series of college entrance tests, I landed in the “glamorous,” fun, loud and exciting world of Mass Communication. I also ventured into creative writing which ignited my passion for literary compositions and what nots. Additionally, I also realized my passion on acting and the thespian surfaced during my college days. 

Having traveled a different path from my childhood dream, I came to ponder that perhaps I really can’t change what’s destined for me. Although I don’t go with the flow, there’s something waiting for me out there. I just have to be patient and find it.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


I hate writing and I don’t keep diaries. Those were my realities back in my elementary and high school days. Surprisingly, everything changed when I got to study at UP Diliman. I was exposed to tons of books and was compelled to write a gazillion of school papers – from literary to critical ones. Luckily, with my perseverance and dedication, I survived my college days.

And now that I’m living in a highly-digital and mobile world, who would have thought I would appreciate and love writing very much through blogging. Although I have written some entries on Rriendster and multiply, waltzing into the blogspot hub could be weighed as an upgrade. 

Monday, June 8, 2009


Baboy, Damulag, Balyena and, Aparador - These are the words that best bash the hearts and sometimes the dreams of the millions of horizontally challenged people especially in my country, the Philippines. I know the feeling coz I used to be one – the feeling of being stereotyped by the mass media and the depressing paranoia of hopelessness like a mouse caught by a merciless cat.

Thankfully, through strict diet, proper exercise and lifestyle change, I achieved a just-right and healthy body - from 180, I'm down to 140lbs! Now, let me give you a run down of the funny encounters one must identify to CONFIRM if you’re on the brink of being horizntally challenged, and worst, be obese. 

Thursday, June 4, 2009


Back in 2007, I knew I was on the right path. After trashing my blinding years of slavery in some television networks, I restored my freedom. I was back in the enriching arms of UP Diliman passionately taking up my graduate studies in Mass Media. I was confident I will get a teaching post once I finish my masters. I even envisioned I am bound to create rousing impacts on the lives of the youth. Surprisingly, a wind of change blew my well-mounted plan on detour. I was offered to work as a copywriter in an advertising agency in Brunei, the Abode of Peace.

The job offer from Brunei was like a golden ticket which fell from the sky and landed accidentally on my feet. It was unexpected as I never applied on any overseas job. Soon, even I was a bit hesitant, I grabbed the promising gift and the processing of my documents progressed. I found out my employer got my resume through online. Call it luck or fate, I guess, it was a blessing to be thankful for.

Frankly, I never dream of working overseas. Even the whopping reality of earning big time abroad has not piqued my interest at all. And although I know how a Balikbayan box could launch a magical and huge smile on its receivers, perhaps, the simple and priceless joys of being with my family and friends are more powerful in keeping me satisfied and inspired. I am just fortunate to have my parents beside me to support my needs and even my lifestyle whims. With these comforts, I consider foreign territories only as mobile grounds where I can sharpen my academic competencies or like vast fields where I can harvest a clear understanding on diverse cultures and traditions. I was drowned and blinded with my pseudo-bourgeois status which soon was demystified.

Coming out of my comfort zone is the major reason why I shelved my plans of finishing my graduate studies, left the Philippines and embarked on a trailblazing rollercoaster ride outside the Philippines. I wanted to challenge myself. I knew that if I will stay forever under the consoling wings of my family, I will never learn to find my voice and reach my full potential. And so, in March 2008, simultaneous with the ballooning migration, I joined the millions of Filipinos being shipped abroad. I embarked on my Bruneiyuki adventures.

Admit it or not, we have stereotypical imageries of a Bruneiyuki strongly encrypted in our fragile minds. Aligned with being a Japayuki as projected by the media, a Bruneyuki represents the bizarre and depicts on the “annoyingly trying hard” individuals - someone who wears a rainbow-bright colored hair, walks like a model in uber high heels or leather boots, speaks in a distinctive “twang,” and sashays glitzy outfits festooned with shimmering jeweleries and thick make-up in an ordinary day or even under the scorching heat of the sun. Although the totality of a Bruneiyuki’s look may solicit unwanted stares and discrimination, a Bruneiyuki doesn’t care a damn. And Oh! Who could forget how the steamy encounters of a few celebrities with some “Royal” gentleman once became an overnight national sensation? Reality bites, with a long history of negatively extreme iconic representations, Bruneiyukis are boxed as entertainers, and worst, as illegal sex workers.

Truth be told, my shadowy perceptions on a Bruneiyuki was totally changed when I became one and I began immersing myself in their lifestyle.

Being a Bruneyuki has taught me a gazillion of life-changing experiences. Just like any OFW, my independence abroad pave way for the shattering of my fears and the surfacing of a new ball game. All the impossible turn out to be miraculously possible. Overseas, I learn to cook for myself, clean my room, wash and iron my clothes, and even take time to budget and do grocery. As I learn the traumatizing basics of household chores, I am transformed as a sensitively industrious mortal while trying to be thrifty to send money to my family. Thankfully, although the tiring emotional baggage became unbearable in the first few months, I eventually master the art and science of surviving in a foreign jungle.

I never escape the invincible and sharp hands of homesickness. It’s like a ghoulish entity that haunts me in my lonely nights. It’s an unseen persona who makes me fall in tears instantly. It’s a faceless creature which bashes me in my darkest hour. To top it all, it’s a self-inflicted disturbing sickness which is incurable of any kind of medical arsenal. Banking on courage and seizing every opportunity that came along are the keys which keep me moving and ahead in my overseas journey.

To combat homesickness, aside from maintaining constant communication with my family and friends through chatting and with the Internet’s glorious social networking sites, I scavenge an outlet where I can enjoy and express my individuality; I immortalize my experiences as a Bruneiyuki through blogging. Yeah, blogging save my sanity. In fact, my addiction compels me to literally blow-by-blow document my life here in Brunei from day one until day 365. Believe it or not, I never missed a day!

Loud and proud, my blog chronicles my humble beginnings, my sacrifices, my life as a writer, the cultural differences I encounter, my fight with homesickness, my joys of being discovered as an event host, up to sharing tips of warding off and winning overseas woes.

On one hand, even in an Islamic country, I find respite in God’s healing hands and become closer to him. Every Sunday, I consistently attend mass in the one and only Catholic Church here in Brunei where I get to share my talent and true passion – singing! In front of a big crowd, with each melody and rhythms I sang, I know I am able to enkindle a sparkle of inspiration to the people, especially among my kababayans. Seriously, serving the Lord and voicing my hymns are very fulfilling.

Nevertheless, my exposure on a spectrum of races and multiculturalism have also paved way to a better understanding of my identity as a Filipino. Not only I get to realize the depth of Islam, absorb the pizzazz of rich languages, observe Brunei’s engaging national celebrations, admire the Sultan’s well-built leadership in ushering progress and growth to its country, haile the nation’s justice system, savor a spread of authentic Bruneian foods which made me gain some weight, and even dance and sing to snappy beats of some Indian, Chinese and Malay music, but more importantly, the gamut of insightful experiences and the juxtaposition of the surreal and perfect images has made me appreciate more my being Filipino. In whatever I do, I always wear my skin very proud!

Seriously, I never regret coming out of my comfort zone and become a certified Bruneiyuki. As I came across with the complexity and adverse effects of migration on the Filipino family, not only I'm able to debunk my personal misconception of a Bruneiyuki by actually embracing and living their lives, but knowing more my capabilities and limitations plus widening my awareness has helped me become a better and passionate person. It is an eye-opening personal detour which rewards me with buckets of life’s bonuses – positivity, zeal and compassion.

I know it’s a long journey ahead. I may have temporarily kept my dreams of teaching in a University, but just like a sponge, I will absorb as many wisdom as I can which I can utilize and impart on my next destination – ang mahal kong Pilipinas.

Indeed, opportunities knock only once. If I didn’t brave myself two years ago, I may not have known what’s on the other side of the world waiting for me to be discovered and be shared.