2017 Summer Trip – Camotes Island

It’s been a while since I had an original post. With all the deadlines prior the Holy Week and summer outings with the family, I had little to no time for writing something I’m truly passionate about. So now that I’ve gotten a quick break from work because the boss is out of the country, let me share with you a few photos from our Camotes trip.

Camotes Island lies somewhere east of Cebu, Philippines. Since Cebu is well known for its beautiful beaches and one of them can be found in Camotes, it’s no surprise thousands of foreigners and tourists visit the place, especially during summer time, which starts from March and lasts until early June. I mean summer is practically all year round in the Philippines but those are the hottest months of the year. And when I say it’s hot, it’s 90 F or more than that!

We stayed in Santiago Bay Garden and Resort. For only 50USD a night (some cottages are actually as low as 20USD), the place was all worth it! So the next time you visit Philippines, or you are in Cebu, you should try Camotes Island.

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To My Sweet Daughter, Here’s Everything I Want You To Know About Young Men

So for anyone of you who are subscribed to Thought Catalog, you probably have stumbled upon this post already by Benjamin Sledge. This is just the sweetest letter I’ve read from a dad for his daughter and so I’m sharing it with you all! I hope you find the time to read the entire letter and let me know what you think of it.

MY DEAREST DAUGHTER,

One day you will ask me “Daddy, what was the war like?” and I will freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. “How should I answer a question like that?” I wonder. Especially to a young girl, curious about what she’s learned in school.

“Daddy was in the war. Both of them. I see his medals in our hallway!” Perhaps this is what you’ll tell your teacher. But as you grow into a teenager you’ll have more questions, and I imagine I will be somewhat of an enigma at times.

So instead, my dear Adelaide, I will tell you about young men and honor.

When I was a young boy, I was told by other boys that nothing was better than getting one free hand up a girls shirt in the middle of a dark movie theater. It was a strange sentiment because I just wanted her to smile at me and hold my hand. But holding hands was for “fags” they said. Grow a pair and cop a feel.

There is a terrible thing that happens in a young boy’s head when confronted by other members of your pack. Like jackals running wild, you do not want to be left alone to hunt, for fear that the pack may turn and devour you. So when they ask you to take down the innocent gazelle, you shyly comply to prove that, you too, are a member of this pack. This tribe. Continue reading “To My Sweet Daughter, Here’s Everything I Want You To Know About Young Men”