Hey Spartans! It’s me Marron talking about fitness. Something new yeah?
So with my great spontaneity after seeing this specific ad as I was browsing my timeline in facebook, I got curious about Spartan Race. They say, when you want to go somewhere you like and no one else wants to go, go by yourself. You’ll meet people with similar interests as you. And I think that’s perfectly true. I can’t think of the countless times I’ve asked people from my contact list to join me just to get a ‘no’ as an answer.
Damn. So first thing I did?
Continue reading “My preparation for my first Spartan Race”
I can’t remember the day I first heard the name Jomalig Island, same as well as the first time I saw pictures of it from the internet. But after learning how raw, delicate and exquisite this island is, I knew what my heart is longing for. And that is some one fecking crazy trip to take. So did I hear spontaneous adventure onto this island? Hell yeah.
To situate you first, Jomalig (hu-ma-lig) (make sure you pronounce it CORRECTLY alright) is a pristine island that can be found off the coast to the Pacific Ocean and east of Quezon Province. It is filled with wide and long stretches of golden and white beaches, palm trees and coconut trees. Majestically lovable.
HOW TO GET THERE:
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I am in the middle of life changeover as I write this blogpost because the day before my flight was my last day at Starbucks Reserve. And before I move back in to our home in Quezon City and transfer back to my original district, I found myself lonely in a lot of ways… I never thought leaving the people I always get to see everyday for 3 or almost 4 months would be this heartbreaking. Swear. Everybody knows I wasn’t the sweetest and most clingy person in the room but to tell you the truth, sepanx is getting so much real. And to pre-fame you about this, this post might be about letting go and moving forward.
Continue reading “Northern Mindanao: to travel is to learn how to let go”
When was the last time you listen to yourself? When was the last time you disregard people’s opinions and finally put yourself first? When was the last time you made a decision from the bottom of your heart so that for once, it’s you who you value?
I did it a week before my flight. I was just watching a vlog about Siargao. They say, if it excites you and scares you at the same time, it only means you should do it. So next morning? I found myself booked on a flight that will replenish my soul.
Lesson #1: Just do it.
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You know, just like every year, I can’t totally describe how 2017 was like for me. But I will try to describe it anyway. Because while I look forward to the new year, I am taking the stock to look back on my accomplishments, or lack thereof.
Continue reading “2017: The Year of Moving Away”
I’ve been really tired and hell uninspired, sitting in front of my computer as I start to write this blog about my trip to Baler that happened 6 months ago. I know it took me so much time to document the fun because 1.) I’ve been so busy with my career and at the same time 2.) I was so down that my mind cannot concentrate. But now I’m here, trying to remember all the words that I felt in my heart when I was still happy, in Baler.
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I hope you are having chill days, good friends and good vibes this November. It’s true that life after you graduate is different. And as I write this letter to you I am both happy and sad because I am missing something I’m quite not sure about. It’s pretty weird, isn’t it? I can say I was having fun with what I have in my life right now, not until I got a bit tired about the routine. Well I thought, change of fate will open a certain door for me, but it seems like it’s leading me somewhere to the wrong door? Or it might be the right one? Can’t tell right now because I didn’t see that coming. But it’s pulling me away from something I thought I love doing. Not in a way that I am completely losing my passion for it, though. Or I’m not sure if have I already lost it.
Continue reading “To the times that I feel like Holden Caulfield”