- 9:32 PM
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So I said, "I realized during the last time I moved that I have too much stuff. I do pack light though. That or I have really small clothes". In which he replied, "You have really small clothes".
More than ten years ago, I packed my room and left. I said goodbye to my pink wallpapered room. My 1924 address changed to 914. I packed more than 10 boxes then because I have lived in that room for around 14 years. But I had to say goodbye.
This year, I moved my daily life again. I packed 3 boxes of clothes and daily knick knacks that all came from just one room. I still have a room in Cavite filled with the boxes I moved from the 1924 address. Nowadays, my Cavite room looks like a storage room for everybody else. I spend just a day or two there every weekend. Looking at every box piled in our new place made me realize a goal for this year - I need to be able to pack my life in 6 boxes (or less). That would be such an achievement for someone who still keeps the wax balls from cemetery visits ten years ago, grade school contest prizes, and high school candy wrappers. I was a sentimental child. Even until now, I tend to keep trinkets from my trips - a shotglass, a refrigerator magnet, a bookmark or a shirt. Sometimes all four. But in reality, we all just need photos and one physical keepsake from chapters in our lives.
It's amazing how you can pack your life in boxes. And how you need to trim it down. Stop accumulating all the junk that doesn't serve a purpose in your life. Stop hanging on to random notes from someone in the past. The past years of traveling has taught me that there are a lot of things in life that can be replaced. And as one of my friends recently told me, "moving is pretty much the same as travel, you need a laptop and clothes...whatever I left behind I can get again, or didn't really want anyway".
I have always been a light packer. For those two week out-of-the-country trips, I usually bring one suitcase with enough space for shopping. It would have been less if not for the cocktail and gala nights required by work. For my three to four day trips, I pack it in one backpack. I never go beyond one bag. This surprises me how much boxes I need for my rooms. And how much clothes I never got to touch. And how much random things I still have - from lecture notes to chocolate wrappers to random doodles. Every time I live out of my backpack, I reinforce to myself how I can live without all the things in my room. So I should. Travel light, not just in travels but in life. Get rid of those excess baggage.
More than ten years ago, I packed my room and left. I said goodbye to my pink wallpapered room. My 1924 address changed to 914. I packed more than 10 boxes then because I have lived in that room for around 14 years. But I had to say goodbye.
This year, I moved my daily life again. I packed 3 boxes of clothes and daily knick knacks that all came from just one room. I still have a room in Cavite filled with the boxes I moved from the 1924 address. Nowadays, my Cavite room looks like a storage room for everybody else. I spend just a day or two there every weekend. Looking at every box piled in our new place made me realize a goal for this year - I need to be able to pack my life in 6 boxes (or less). That would be such an achievement for someone who still keeps the wax balls from cemetery visits ten years ago, grade school contest prizes, and high school candy wrappers. I was a sentimental child. Even until now, I tend to keep trinkets from my trips - a shotglass, a refrigerator magnet, a bookmark or a shirt. Sometimes all four. But in reality, we all just need photos and one physical keepsake from chapters in our lives.
It's amazing how you can pack your life in boxes. And how you need to trim it down. Stop accumulating all the junk that doesn't serve a purpose in your life. Stop hanging on to random notes from someone in the past. The past years of traveling has taught me that there are a lot of things in life that can be replaced. And as one of my friends recently told me, "moving is pretty much the same as travel, you need a laptop and clothes...whatever I left behind I can get again, or didn't really want anyway".
I have always been a light packer. For those two week out-of-the-country trips, I usually bring one suitcase with enough space for shopping. It would have been less if not for the cocktail and gala nights required by work. For my three to four day trips, I pack it in one backpack. I never go beyond one bag. This surprises me how much boxes I need for my rooms. And how much clothes I never got to touch. And how much random things I still have - from lecture notes to chocolate wrappers to random doodles. Every time I live out of my backpack, I reinforce to myself how I can live without all the things in my room. So I should. Travel light, not just in travels but in life. Get rid of those excess baggage.
- 10:48 PM
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It's been a common sight these days. A plain colored poster with the words "KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON". We've seen parodies including "Keep Calm and Travel On".
But how did the poster come about? Barter Books tells the story.
But how did the poster come about? Barter Books tells the story.
Aside from loving the Keep Calm statement, I would visit Barter Books in Northumberland because of the tea and books INSIDE an old train station. It is like an inception of my favorite things. I imagine myself going to the tea room with an Agatha Christie novel in my hand and ordering an earl grey tea and maybe some pastries.
- 7:14 PM
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Nothing spells local like the local market called palengke. The concept of palengke is not foreign to any Filipino. Most of my childhood was spent waiting for my mom to get back from her pamamalengke as it often results to getting the newest Funny Komiks and those one peso snacks.
The La Paz Market in Iloilo definitely offers the local experience. We decided to have our late lunch there straight from Guimaras. We took one jeepney ride from the port straight to the market. You can't really miss it with its big La Paz Market sign.
First stop: Netong's La Paz batchoy
No visit to Iloilo will be complete without la laz batchoy. Real, authentic, sinful la paz batchoy for only Php80.00. The serving will fill you up. We requested that the bowl be split up into two but we still got a generous amount of noodles, liver, chicharon (pork cracklings) and meat.
Next stop: Madge Cafe
A tall glass of iced coffee for 30php? Define cheap! I wish this existed in Makati so I can get my daily caffeine without my wallet suffering. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is way better than those hundred pesos drinks. It has the right mix of sweet and bitter. It is not watery and goes well with puto. You can see locals drinking coffee and reading the newspaper which is a sign that Madge Cafe is loved by locals. There are even customized mugs for their regulars. Madge Cafe has been around since the 1940s and it still serves the best coffee.
Afterwards, we grabbed some grille corn and headed straight to DB's Hometel for an afternoon siesta. So, do you enjoy the palengke too? Any favorite stores?
(all photos taken using my phone)
The La Paz Market in Iloilo definitely offers the local experience. We decided to have our late lunch there straight from Guimaras. We took one jeepney ride from the port straight to the market. You can't really miss it with its big La Paz Market sign.
First stop: Netong's La Paz batchoy
Next stop: Madge Cafe
A tall glass of iced coffee for 30php? Define cheap! I wish this existed in Makati so I can get my daily caffeine without my wallet suffering. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is way better than those hundred pesos drinks. It has the right mix of sweet and bitter. It is not watery and goes well with puto. You can see locals drinking coffee and reading the newspaper which is a sign that Madge Cafe is loved by locals. There are even customized mugs for their regulars. Madge Cafe has been around since the 1940s and it still serves the best coffee.
Afterwards, we grabbed some grille corn and headed straight to DB's Hometel for an afternoon siesta. So, do you enjoy the palengke too? Any favorite stores?
(all photos taken using my phone)
- 6:34 AM
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At the end of the 642nd road marker is a dream. Most would
turn back once reaching the end of the road but if you take the chance, you’ll
see something greater. Many would talk about taking the road less travelled.
Sometimes, the road is not there at all. It took us more than 14 hours on the
road to reach the northeastern tip of Luzon. I’ve dreamed of this trip for
months and the stars finally aligned last April 12.
There was no planning for this trip. Somebody else did it. Which meant
I was there to just move my feet and capture memories. I skipped reading
stories to avoid expectations. I felt it was going to be majestic. But I did
not know majestic is not the appropriate term. Breathtaking would be more
appropriate.
The 7km Lagunzad trail can sometimes make you catch your breath. Cape Engano made me lose my breath. To borrow words from Charlie, “And in that moment, I swear we were infinite”.
The 7km Lagunzad trail can sometimes make you catch your breath. Cape Engano made me lose my breath. To borrow words from Charlie, “And in that moment, I swear we were infinite”.
The underwater scene did the same. Schools of fishes – orange, blue,
green – welcomed us. At a brief moment, a lionfish lay in the corals. Honestly,
both the land and the sea were a feast to the eyes.
There are more stories to be told – about the lighthouse in Cape
Engano, the flora and fauna on the trails, and the people in the village. But
for now, I wish this pushes you to take the bus to Sta. Ana, Cagayan to see for
yourself what the dream island has to offer. More stories, soon.
- 2:39 AM
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Time passes and people forget things. Or rather time takes a toll on things and they become souvenirs of the past. Guisi lighthouse was built during the 18th century to be the light to the sea travelers amidst the Panay Gulf. Today, it is a rusty tower that bears warning to those who wish to climb its decrepit staircase. It is the second oldest lighthouse in the country. It carried the name Faro de Punta Luzaran.
It takes more than half an hour from Alubihod to reach Guisi
in Brgy. Dolores. Visitors can get a view of the Guisi beach. A couple more steps and you see an old shelter that may have housed Spaniards. Rosaries adorn the wooden windows and doors.
You then see ruins - piles of rocks form what used to be a Spanish outpost. Today, it is a landscape for photographs of visitors who paid 10php. The caretaker knows the ins and outs of the ruins and would gladly take impressive photos of your visit.
You then see ruins - piles of rocks form what used to be a Spanish outpost. Today, it is a landscape for photographs of visitors who paid 10php. The caretaker knows the ins and outs of the ruins and would gladly take impressive photos of your visit.
I climbed the rickety staircase and welcomed a panoramic
sight of the sea, beach, and mountains. I breathed in the fresh air and watch
the sun slowly set. My knees were wobbly but my heart was jumping. I live for
sights like this – when you feel time is slow and everything is calm.
A newer, white lighthouse sits on top of the hill to guide the ships that still traverse across the seas. It’s not unusual for new things to come and replace the old, decaying ones. Yet, I still find charm in those old things that have a lot more stories to tell. And soon we all become rusty and old. Make those stories count.
- 8:35 AM
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I miss you. i miss being at the top seeing the sky turn orange while the cold breeze glides its hands on my waist. Your hot embrace on a quiet afternoon is still a memory. I remember the vast ocean just across us as the sky turned dark. The rickety bamboo bridge being swayed.
I miss the watching tiny kisses around me. There was the thrill of not knowing what I will see once I open my eyes under your blue blanket. Then I saw wonders of your present. Preserved from the harshness of the modern world.
I climbed steps just to see your beauty from afar. I went down to feel your purest soul. I saw tiny swords piercing through your clearest skin.
Your steadiness amazes me. I look at you and I see resilience and nature's hands.
Your past reminds me of my future. Old shipwrecks - remnants of a time of yellow and white and war. I hope to go deeper in those remnants when I go back to you.
I promise that when we see each other again, I will swim that small gap in you to see the beauty of the twin lagoons. Lagoons remind the child in me of mermaid combing their hair then pinning starfishes and shells on their hair. You remind me of childhood dreams.
With you, I find peace. I miss you, Coron. I know there is more to you than what I saw. We will see each other soon and I'll fall in love with you deeper. For now, I'll keep these memories in a jar.
- 7:28 AM
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