I don’t particularly love Dubai. I don’t hate it either. It’s a place on my comme ci, comme ça list.
Before traveling to the United Arab Emirates with my mom, I was hooked on an artist named Xyza Cruz Bacani; her black and white photographs and her somewhat similar journey in life to Vivian Maier, a nanny and a photographer. We’re both Filipinas, so that made it even more interesting for me. At the airport, I decided to try something new on this trip – photographing solely in black and white. Somehow, the images and their lack of colors translated into how I felt about the place (which was different from how I felt about the trip) – a sense of magnanimous contrasts yet a developing discovery of similitude in the nature of humanity.
Continue reading “In Between the Paradox | Dubai, United Arab Emirates”
In my fantasy world, time stops. There will be spaces for everything. I can always travel back and forth to reminisce, to prepare, or easily, to do the rest of what we call possibilities.
But in reality, that isn’t the case. We must move – with and through time. Or else we get painfully stuck in images of the past, or we drown in the illusion of times ahead.
If we move then with and through time, what essence does three nights or four centuries ago hold?
Continue reading “Between Past and Present: Re-imagining Heritage Tourism in Kawit and Roles of Travelers as Story tellers | Cavite, Philippines”
Knowing my roots in a deeper sense might just have made me one more element complete. It stuns me how one thing leads to another, and I haven’t expected I would be in a position to write these things (surprise me again, Masbate) since I got slightly numbed out from my recent small travels. And now, came rising sepanx (separation anxiety) and my guilty longing for it. More than a week has passed since those incredible few days and I just brought back something from home: it’s almost always how you are received in a place that makes you love the place. Yes, it is a common rediscovery waiting but I will never tire of spreading this magic.
It was one night in Altamar Beach Resort, but the total experience made all the difference. This was as personal as it could be.
Continue reading “The Altamar Beach Resort Experience in Ticao Island | Masbate, Philippines”
I was told it was sad. I was advised not to be. There’s a disgraceful stereotyping about it. Before it could even be hindered, I was on my way to Sagada. I wrote a short love letter to the place two years ago:
Sagada’s seemingly endless curves lead to somewhere special, for sure.
I learned that life brings persistent encounters of learning, in all astonishing forms, in varying aspects. We must see each moment as such. Opportunities abound. I learned that boxes are futile containers. Humans are more than their flesh and bones. Even longtime friends surprise you. More so, the recent ones. The process of unraveling is inevitable. I learned the figurative existence of parallels and perpendiculars in the paths we take. Out of those, we can create intersections. I learned how silences are not to be taken for granted. They carry more meaning than we suspect them to have. We should be grateful for the wisdom its subtlety provides. I learned to be more aware of the beatings of hearts other than mine. I learned to show my race of thoughts to people who share their own race of thoughts too. It is one way to be truer and happier. I learned to desire and eventually decide on braver steps. It is another way to be truer and happier. (November, 2013)
It was one of the most revealing and memorable of my travels. It was sincerely heaps of fun, especially when I came with my two closest friends and also a dear mate we met from our trip in South Korea. But right now, I’m not going back to experience fun. I wanted peace and joy for Christmas, and I wanted it liberatingly alone.
Continue reading “Traveling solo means spending Christmas alone | Sagada, Philippines”
Exactly a year ago, a friend I’ve met in Pai, Thailand asked what it is I want the most in life. I was sharing to him a link of the documentary The Secret (a.k.a Law of Attraction). He inquired what it is about and I answered with huge enthusiasm that it reveals how to get what you truly want in life, actually backed up science. He then asked me, “What is it you want in life?” It was a simple question yet it was quite shocking on my nerves. I felt like I was confronted with a question so immense and possible at the same time it became scary. I hesitated for a few seconds and typed in my reply, “I want to pass the program I’m applying for coz I wanna study again. And visit Myanmar.” Both came true. The first one is another story. The second one happened on April of this year. Continue reading “On the Art of Conjuring and Manifesting Dreams | Bagan, Myanmar”