Tortured Writer

words will scream when you can't.

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‎A Perfect Way to Close This Chapter

‎What makes a long battle worth it is the peaceful rest at the end. Me and my friends spent our well-deserved break at Sibugay Mountain Resort, a place that gave us the relaxation we needed after months of stress, deadlines, and responsibilities.

‎First, we went to the Ormoc Terminal, where you can ride a multicab for only ₱30. Make sure to tell the driver that you'll be getting off at the main highway in Albuera going to Sibugay. From there, you need to ride a habal-habal for ₱25 to reach the resort. The entrance fee is only ₱50, making it an affordable getaway for students and anyone looking for a quick escape from the city.

‎As soon as we arrived, we were welcomed by the refreshing sight of nature. The resort offers cottages where visitors can relax, a canteen for food and refreshments, a swimming pool with a slide for those who enjoy the water, and a flowing river with cool, clear water. One of the highlights of the place is its hanging bridge, which serves as the access point to the VIP cottages. Crossing it was both exciting and fun, especially with the beautiful scenery surrounding us.

‎The atmosphere was peaceful and calming. The sound of flowing water, the fresh mountain air, and the greenery around us made it easy to forget the stress we had carried for so long. We spent hours swimming, taking photos, sharing stories, and simply enjoying each other's company.

As the day came to an end, I realized that every chapter, no matter how difficult, deserves a beautiful closing. And for us, Sibugay Mountain Resort became the perfect place to celebrate the end of one journey and prepare for the next.

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Time, Taste, Tradition: Exploring The Souls of Ormoc City

Built by Love, Broken by War: The Dominador Tan Mansion Ruins

Built in the 1930s as a home for love and family, the Dominador Tan Mansion Ruins later became a wartime garrison and was shattered during the Battle of Ormoc Bay. Today, it stands as a haunting reminder that behind its beauty lies a story of love lost, war endured, and ‎history that is forever remembered.

Chocolate Moron of Ormoc: A Sweet That Tells a Story

Ormoc’s Chocolate Moron is a rich, chewy delicacy of glutinous rice, cacao, and coconut milk, traditionally wrapped in banana leaves. It is more than a dessert, it’s a bite of local heritage—sweet, comforting, and unforgettable.

Ho! Ha! Pinya! Ormoc's Vibrant Celebration of its Queen Pineapple

‎“Pinya, Pinya Matam is nga pinya!” Every year, Ormoc bursts with life during the Piña Festival, celebrating the city’s queen pineapples with lively street dances, colorful costumes, and the joy of a community proud of its roots and harvest with the guidance of their saint, St. Peter and Paul. It’s Ormoc’s heart on full display—sweet, spirited, and unmistakably local.

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A day in my life as a student.

My day starts at exactly 5:00 am., not because I love mornings but because life ask me to. The world is quiet the air feels softer, like it hasn't been touched yet. I move slowly—preparing myself and the things and pieces that I'll need for the rest of the day. By 6:00 am., I'm already on my way to school, joining the steady and busy flow of people who are also chasing time. Most of my days are spent inside classrooms. Sitting. Listening. Writing. Waiting for bells to ring. It's not glamorous. It's not something you'd seen in movies. But there's something strangely comforting about the routine—the predictability of it all. The same hallways, the same seats, the same four corners of the room, and the same tired faces that slowly become familiar. In a way, school is it's own little world, and everyday I travel through it, learning not just lessons from our handouts, but patience, endurance and how to keep going even when I feel drained. After classes, I don't rush home. I always go to Ormoc Bay with my friends. The bay feels like the pause button. The sun begins to set, painting colors that feel too gentle for a tired heart that yearns for something. I sit there with my friends, sometimes talking, sometimes just watching. No pressure to perform or to be impressive. Just existing together as the day slowly let go of us. These moments don't last long, but they stay with me. They remind me that day doesn't always needs to be loud. Not every life moment has to be grand to matter. There is beauty in ordinary mornings and quiet evenings. There is peace in realizing that you don't have to pursuit something bigger as a student, you just have to live it even in the little moments, where the wind feels gentle, where the coffee stays warm.

And maybe that's enough.