I can’t recall how and when, but all of a sudden, posts about Bali was everywhere online. After many domestic flights, long bus rides, and bumpy boat rides in the Philippines, I hopped off a plane at our neighboring country’s Eat, Pray, Love, famous place and to which they call the land of the gods …
There were no spontaneous trips to Disneyland on weekends for Philippine passport holders. Neither unplanned long-term backpacking trip for self-discovery purposes. Or even an impromptu family summer get-away to the Swiss Alps, Italian Coastline or South of France.
As I was typing this blog, I am currently seated next to the gleaming Christmas tree in our living room listening to Michael Buble’s album called Christmas, and you just know that nostalgic feeling, right? That familiar excitement. And we are getting it because it’s the most wonderful time of the year again. But tell …
“THE BREEZE IS SO DAMN HOT”, I smirked at my friend who fetched me while tucking my heavy backpack at the back of his Jeep. It was still early, though, 6:30 pm, when I went outside of the airport. After all this time, there I was, switching time zone. I must have been extremely tired …
Right after my plane landed back in Manila from Bali sometime around September 2019, I had an avalanche of feels that I no longer enjoy my job. And when I found out that I will be peacing out to move and live to Dubai (I mean it’s very spontaneous, thanks to my friends who sponsored …
So this is the feeling of leaving home off to the airport? Of not knowing when you’ll be back again. The bittersweet atmosphere of seeing your 70L backpack ready to be picked when it’s time to leave. And there’s something melancholy between the 4am air and your mum sitting on the sofa in your living …
Dear Friends, I hope all is well with you. Honestly, this is by far, to this date, the most liberating trip I had in my life and I couldn’t be more excited to share what happened when I solo travel in Indonesia. I LIVED THE BEST ISLAND DAYS OF MY LIFE YET! Oh, and if …
The 39°C wind is saying hello to my body as I start writing this. Am I already in hell? Oh no, it’s summer again. And not to mention seeing Halo-halo and Mais Con Yielo being sold 2 blocks away from my house. Summer is here. And it’s freaking here to stay.
Having spent 4 years studying inside Intramuros back in college, I asked myself why the hell I did not become a foodie when I was always a few sprints away from overrated and underrated kainans of Manila? Well, that’s one of the maaaany regrets of my teenage years but I am making up with self …
Chill days, good friends and good vibes. I’ve been to this surf town a couple of times before and the dilemma until now is that, I never got drunk during the stay. I don’t know. What the hell, correct? So it was somewhere from those many inuman sesh with 2 of my (probably) strongest friends …