Self Confessed Son of A Beach

The calling of the BEACH...

Beaches... Beaches... Beaches...

I call myself a Son of a Beach... Even right at this moment writing this blog, i imagine myself soaking my feet in the clear blue waters of a beach. Beach... Beach... Beach... My passion and love for the Beach started way way way back from where I grew up. I grew up from a coastal town of Cateel, an eastern coastal municipality of Davao Oriental. It is situated at the very mouth of the Pacific Ocean. The waves are huge. Waters are crystal blue. And the wind, wow, so refreshing. I still remember the very first time i learned how to swim. It was when my cousin Manong Darwin threw me off the "kantil" waters of Baldo beach. I almost drowned myself but I did tried to swim to my very best to get back to the shore. I was crying so bad cursing him for throwing me into the deep. But damn you, that was really really terrific. That first attempt to soak myself in the depth of the beach was really exhilarating that i wanted it again. There i learned to swim. I can still remember the awful sunburnt skin i had, all year round over-tanned color i got and most of all the whips i always got from my mom because i always sneak going out to the beach. And during San Juan, June 24, our family saw to it to go off the beach to celebrate this custom and agian, i can't help but enjoyed the waters, the sand, and the sun. From then on, i always make sure to go the beach everyweekend. I still remember, when my dad scloded me, i ran off the house and went to the Sister's Beach to hide from them. There i cried and seek refuge from the Mighty Sea. Whenever i am happy, whenever i am sad, the beach played a most important part of it. I make sure to find time with myself and spent the whole time at the beach. When i moved to the city, i thought my inclination for the water would stop but i was wrong. It grew more. Now, i have been to different beaches in Davao and in Samal. Been to Boracay, Bohol, Camiguin and Sarangani and a lot beautiful beaches. This coming week. I'm going to the Little Boracay of Sta. Maria... For sure, i have lots of thing to talk about when i get back from this beach trip. By Summer, my friends are going back to Boracay and we'll be partying there the whole time. Bye for now. And see yeah...

Virgin Blogger


I am not a techie-type guy. I don't fascinate myself with gadgets, updated technologies and the"ins" of the modern day. BUT what brings me here?

Have you tried keeping diaries before?

I used to make diaries before. Even back in high school. I wrote everything that i think of. I wrote things that i see and appreciate. I wrote things that make me happy and even things that make me sad. It was where i found my solace. Writing was my escape. It made better. I poured everything what's inside me. Way back 1996, around twelve years ago, I was 17 years old then, I owned a simple notebook that served as my diary. I named it PETER PAN. Peter Pan was my very best friend. He knew everything about me.

BUT PETER PAN IS GONE NOW. PETER PAN is now a memory. It is closed now. No more single leaf to write on. No more ink to waste. BUT MY QUEST OF DOCUMENTING EVERY SINGLE DETAILS OF MY JOURNEY LIVES ON. Thanks to the new technology bringing this Saga of Online Diary called BLOGGING.


Continuing writing my humble journey. My voyage. The learnings I got. The lessons learned from
relationship, love, friendship, family and significant others.

So, why am i Blogging? Simply because i have a story to tell.