Too cold. The downpour didn’t seem like it would stop, and I started getting nervous.
Author: Carmie Dulguime
I started this digital journal initially for self-expression -- because this is what I do. I write for my profession and for my passion.
Then it dawned on me that what I was doing was selfish.
I found new inspiration in Proverbs 31:8: Speak for those who cannot speak; seek justice for all those on the verge of destruction.
Through the years, I have met people from various walks of life with stories that deserve to be told. Unfortunately, not all of them have the gift of gab. So I presented myself to them, giving them the voice that they need to share their stories. Stories that inspire, cry out, reach out, provide unspoken truth.
How we got out of the flooded streets of Pampanga
Huge trucks were on the opposite direction, and they caused water to ram toward us. I didn’t look, but I think the water almost covered the hood of the car. I just concentrated on the gas pedal and stayed on first gear (yeah, it was a manual transmission).
What it meant for me to climb Mt. Pulag
This is just an example of how a mountain climb can mess with your head. Others quit; but me? I’m contemplating death.
How my revenge traveling worked out
By the time I finally got home, my body was exhausted from the the trips.
La Union overnight
There are no walls — just the calming view of a mountain on the right, glistening soft sand below, and sparkling blue water in front cut in half by cloudy skies.
beingKirei 