Life Projects

In a few hours a new year will start. Resolutions will probably start flooding social media, pictures will abound, and sounds of firecrackers will signal the start of mother nature’s suffocating night.

Now instead of writing things I want to do for 2016, here is a list of aspects in my life I am currently working on.

  1. Road rage. I hate drivers who cut lanes. I hate more those drives who let them cut lanes. I also don’t like being overtaken, so when it happens I race that car to get my lead back. Stupid, really.
  2. Emotions. I get easily agitated specially when I know I’m right. Now the problem is when I was younger, workmates and even family members made me thing being emotional is a bad thing. A few years later, I realized being emotional isn’t bad at all. Emotions make me care, they make me fight for what I think is right, they allow me to empathize with other people, they make me care. It does become problematic when I am not in control (read: road rage), but as I continue to understand my emotions more, they are becoming a strength. Indifference, apathy, and people pleasing are the worst. My emotions protect me from these.
  3. Diet. I am happy to report that I have fully boycotted Mcdonalds for the past two years. I don’t think I’ll ever eat a McNugget. This isn’t enough though. I need more greens and less junk. I am trying to listen more to my tummy and practicing intuitive eating.
  4. Lust. There’s porn. I am leaning towards the philosophy that I have to be in control of emotions and urges instead of the other way around. Not a prude, not religous, just a guy who believes that most things that have control over you without your knowing is dangerous.
  5. Spirtual life. Now that I’ll be turning 27 next year and learning more and more how sad and real it is that I don’t have rights as a gay person, let alone as a gay Christian, it’s hard to focus on praying when your priests tell you you’re a work of the devil, when your friends smile at you and your boyfriend but deep inside pray for the sin that we are, not necessarily what we do despite the tenets of the church. God tends to get lost in all of these. It is only in this aspect where I wish I was still a child. I wish I can still pray innocently without feeling like a hypocrite for praying because of what people say or what the church teaches.

So there. I am working on these things. I wonder how these will develop in 2016, but for now I have to prepare for mass in an attempt to develop maturity in weeding out the good and the bad things the church is sayung about me and my faith.

Happy new year!


When Lourd de Veyra Said High School Teachers are Amateur Basketball Players

Quarter life crisis, I thought, has ended for me until I recently turned 26. I felt the crisis became even stronger, my main dilemma– don’t know if what I’m doing makes sense.

What are the things I’m doing right now.

1. I’m finishing my MA in Comparative Literature.

2. I’m enjoying a lot of different sports like badminton, ultimate, and volleyball.

3. I’m still singing in a church choir with people I adore.

4. I’m self-studying photography with my point and shoot camera.

5. I’m happily dating someone but have doubted relationships since things happened.

6. I’m learning my Spanish for an exam.

7. I recently got back into baking and cooking.

8. I’m working on my investment portfolio.

9. I started traveling last year.

10. I’m teaching kids in hopes of helping change the country.


In all of these, I wonder, why? Why do I do these things? What sense is in them? These questions make me feel my infinitesimal existence, insignificance. I suspect pride and constant comparing of my life to others are the main culprits. Add to it my inferiority complex, my lack of self-esteem.

I recently read about this dude named Daniel Norris. This up and coming major league baseball pitcher scored a two-million dollar signing bonus but decided to stay in a Volkswagen van worth 10,000 US dollars, even taking shifts at a store to work during off-season. At age 21, he seems to have figured himself out, not caring what other people say, ignoring the lifestyle easily accessible to him.


I wish I had his strength, his talent, his eccentric way of living life. I wish I care less for what people have to say. I wish I can stop comparing my life with this cool baseball guy and start making my own.

Among these things I do, I feel quite sensitive about teaching as it has been central to me as a person. I used to be super sure about teaching, specially teaching kids from not-so-well-off families because I pray that one day they might improve their families’ lives. Now I know that kind of thinking is greatly idealistic and I’m not even sure if teaching actually makes any change, specially in basic education. Anyway, all society has for basic ed teachers like me are sentimental awwwws and ooooohs. I always get the question, are you a teacher or a real professor? As if being a teacher to kids is not real. In an interview of Lourd de Veyra of Rebecca Añonuevo about the proposed changes in the Philippines’ educational system, he paralleled professors to PBA league players while high school teachers to amateur basketball players–a reason for de Veyra to point out why it is ridiculous for the government to turn professors in college into high school teachers. There are reasons this move is ridiculous, high school teaching being callow isn’t one of them. I initially took offense, but then realized Mr. de Veyra is probably just a victim of society interpellated to look down on basic ed teachers like me. The way he nonchalantly made the parallel says so much about him as a media personality but also of society at large. It’s disgusting how he made the parallel (also his gestures that seem out of control) but then most people think the same way.

And so I come to this conclusion which isn’t rocket science and can easily be deduced by any one–I have to care less. Probably a paradox that to care less is to care more. The moment I get used to not minding what people say, then maybe I’d find more meaning in what I do, meaning not dictated by anyone but by the experience itself.

Either that or I should just stop watching Lourd.

Ligao and Polangui, Bicol: Always a Something in Anywhere

After Vera falls, I took a jeepney bound for Ligao where I will be spending the night with my former roomie back in Manila. Instinct told me that top loading would be a great way to see and appreciate the view Bicol has to offer to first timers like me, so I climbed the jeep and rode on top. 20150111111909 I was even able to air dry my wet swim shorts. It was great view atop the jeep. I saw another view of Mt. Mayon to my left and while Mt. Masaraga and Mt. Malinao where to my right. After about an hour, I reached Ligao– the last of the “triangle of cities” around Mt. Mayon (I started with Legaspi, then Tabaco). First stop was this beautiful, old church of St. Stephen Protomartyr. I also checked the inner courtyard via the school beside it. There’s so much history when you walk in old town, specially in old structures waiting to be told. I particularly liked the white and gray contrast the church has.

St. Stephen Protomartyr Church, Ligao

SAMSUNG CSC SAMSUNG CSC After the city tour, I rested for a bit in my friend’s room which I was excited to see since he has always told me he wakes up to the view of Mt. Mayon everyday. I wish I had his window view. According to him, at night molten lava from the volcano can sometimes be seen as if it were sliding down from nowhere. ,SAMSUNG CSC Next stop was the most prominent spot of Ligao, the Kawa Kawa hills. Made up of three hills, one is shaped like a kawa (cauldron) with its middle part shallow like a crater. At the highest part of the rim, the view is breathtaking. I took of a picture of these rice fields across Ligao. Pilgrims visit the hills as stations of the cross are spread out along the trail/steps to the hills. In summer, lots of sunflowers fill one side of the hill which according to my friend looks really gorgeous. SAMSUNG CSC Two food stops are worth trying in Ligao:

  • Kuyang’s. They serve typical Filipino food such as sisig and lechong kawali. You’ll dine al fresco in this place,
  • D’barcode. It’s a quaint bar in the heart of the city which offers reasonably priced pulutan and both alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks. Enjoy conversations while listening to live music or dance with people on the dance floor. D’barcode has yet to put up its signage as it is relatively new.

SAMSUNG CSC D’barcode I was supposed to go straight to Naga after Ligao, but I learned you can easily cover most of Naga in half a day so I added Polangui to my itinerary. My friend’s best fiend, who is from Polagui, told me there’s nothing to see,  but since I’ve always believed that there is always something in anywhere, I looked at the map and found Lake Danao interesting. There actually is another lake named Danao in Leyte but this one in Bicol is in the middle of Mt. Malinao and Mt. Masaraga. It is home to the now World’s smallest fisch commercially produced named Tabios. Pandaka pygmea used to be the smallest before it went extinct. After consulting my map, I rode a jeep from Ligao to Polangui, got off at the market and walked for around 1.5 km to Sts. Peter and Paul Church which is near the junction to Lake Danao, thinking there would be jeepneys or motorcycles there. Unfortunately there were none. So after saying my morning prayers in the church, I decided to go back to the market where a lot of habal-habal are parked. As I was about to rent a habal habal for 200 to take me to Lake Danao, my friend’s best friend texted and told me her cousin, Aloy, was available to drive me to Lake Danao since he wanted to see it too. After arrangements were made, I met Aloy and started the drive up the mountains. SAMSUNG CSC Lake Danao was such a serene place. I walked around it while appreciating the view as the lake peacefully gleamed. It’s isn’t everyday you see a natural lake, you know. Right now, it is being developed to be a tourist attraction. Stairs are being constructed with viewing decks when I visited. Lucky for me, I was able to check the place without the buzz of so much people. Though I know tourism is important, sometimes it also becomes destructive to the spot itself.

Lake Danao, Bicol
A Hill in Polangui

I’m really amazed how locals can sometimes be clueless to what their home has to offer. Sometimes it takes a stranger to see the beauty a place has to offer (parang love haha!). At the same time, I’m also amazed how Aloy shared my excitement to go around their place. After Lake Danao, Aloy brought me to a hill that he and his cousin have always wanted to check after seeing a picture of the view online. I named it “The Hill in Polangui.” We climbed this steep hill (almost a 90-degree climb) and saw this view! It was one of the most breathtaking views I’ve ever seen. The hill is high enough to give you a great view of the city and a gentle breeze to blow you to sleep. If I had time, I would have slept there for siesta. After hanging out for a while, we headed downtown to have lunch at the Polangui Market as it is always wise to eat in markets where local food can usually be tried at a very low price. I tasted kulit ng kalabaw (carabao’s skin) with bittergourd leaves.It was yummy! I also bought kalamay (which is called panutsa in Manila) as pasalubong. Kalamay in Polangui is hardened sugar in coconut shell (which can be used in champorado and desserts according to Aloy) which is different from the kalamay of Batangas which is a dessert made of sticky rice.

Polangui Market
Polangui Market

SAMSUNG CSC SAMSUNG CSCI had a great time in Ligao and Polangui! Sometimes, I really feel envious of friends who grew up outside Manila. Imagine mountains, lakes, and fields at arm’s length. I can imagine my self bringing my calculus assignment in high school to that hill and answering it there. Imaginations. I would have to settle for short, sweet, memories. I am super happy I trusted my instincts and found new places off the beaten path. Last stop: Naga!

My First Solo Travel: How to get to Vera Falls Solo

I woke up at around 6 am ready to start earlier for I plan to get to Vera falls on my own. There are no clear instructions from bloggers on how to get there alone since most of them travelled in groups. After reading a map, asking locals, and doing it myself, this is how you can get to Vera falls from Legazpi.

1. Get to the main road (Rizal Road) and ride a jeepney to the “grand terminal” where vans wait for passengers to different places in Bicol (8 Pesos)SAMSUNG CSC

2. Ride a Van bound for Tabaco (50 Pesos) and get off at the Tabaco terminal.

3. From there, you can either

  • hire a tricycle to take you to Comun Elementary School in Barangay Comun (150 pesos)
  • or take a Jeep bound for Polangui.

I was told that I could have asked for a lower price in the tricycle, around 100. It is also of course cheaper if you split it with friends. I didn’t try the jeep to Polangui because I only learned about it when I was already in Comun.

4. When you get off at Comun Elementary school, there will be lots of habal-habal (motorcycles) waiting to be hired. I was able to get one for 200 pesos. The kind driver took me to Vera falls, waited for me , and then took me back to the main road.

5. Nestled at the foot of Mt. Malinao, the way to the falls is breathtaking specially if you’re riding a motorcycle. You’ll see mountains, valleys, and rivers as the cool wind blows your face unending kisses. You’ll also have a better view of Mt. Mayon specially on the way back from the falls.

When you get to this bridge, you are near the entrance to the falls.


6. You will know that you’ve reached the entrance to Vera falls when you see a paved parking area out of nowhere. You will have to get off the motorcycle and use the short flight of stairs down to the falls (around 170 steps). While walking, you’ll here the inviting sound of the falls which might excite you even more. Once you get to the waterfalls, Mang Boy (who you can also ask to take pictures of you) who takes care of the area will ask you to write your name in a log book with any amount of donation. Right now, donations are being gathered for the continuous construction of the stairs and the road to the falls. Most give 20 to 50 pesos, but I decided to give a hundred bucks to support the cause–the country needs our help in maintaining natural spots anyway.


Plus, when you see the falls, the donation will be worth it.




Lucky for me, I got the falls all to myself which allowed me to appreciate it even more. Solitude usually gives you better perspective, you know. I was really happy for a lot of reasons. First, I’m happy I found a way to get to the falls. Second, there’s that genuine happiness and contentment I felt when I took a dip and admired the beauty of the falls. It made me sing and almost tear up. I guess it’s because there was that fear of how to get to it since it was the first “unknown” in my itinerary, and when I saw the falls, the fear vanished in an instant. Lastly, but most importantly, the beauty of our country, of this world, is one of the reasons I believe in a Greater Being. I believe in coincidence, but I also believe in purpose, in order, in beauty.

Ironically, upon checking the meaning of Vera after my visit to the pristine falls, my experience held some truth to the word’s meaning–Vera is of Slavic origin meaning Faith.

So there. This is how I got to Vera falls on my own. It cost me around 508 pesos but was worth each centavo.

My First Solo Trip: Bicolandia (Legazpi)

I can’t believe I pulled it off. I know it isn’t much of a feat, but for someone who panics a lot, feels helpless in a lot of situations, overthinks every bit of life, this solo adventure used to just be a scary thought. Now I don’t even remember why I’m scared.

I decided to backpack across Bicol, mainly because I wanted to travel and it was the cheapest flight I could find. I wanted to know what solo traveling meant. I have read a lot of posts on it and met people who have done it saying it is a great experience–something you must do at least once in your life. And so I did.

For weeks, I did my research. I read blogs, itineraries, websites of what to see, do, and eat in the Bicol Region or Bicolandia. I originally planned to go to Sorsogon, Legaspi, Caramoan, and Naga but realized five days isn’t  enough to  appreciate what each place has to offer. I decided to settle for Legaspi and Naga and find places in between. Thanks to these awesome bloggers, I was able to map out where I wanted to go.

Instead of making a comprehensive itinerary, I decided to list the places I want to visit with an estimate of how much time I can spend in each of them. I also took mental notes of how to get to each of them, keeping in mind that adjustments are to be expected.

And so my adventure begins.

On my way to Legazpi aboard a plane, I knew of two things I have to see from up the sky–Mt. Mayon and the chocolate hills of Albay–Pili hills. Fortunately, the guy next to me, Patrick, to whom I introduced my self, helped me spot these things. Unfortunately, my camera was in the stow away cabin so I wasn’t able to take photos. I ended up asking Patrick about food in Bicol and how to get to my first stop–Ligñon Hill.

I have three stops in mind for my half day in Legazpi– Lignon Hill, Cagsawa Ruins, and Embarcadero de Legazpi.

From the airport, I walked past the cabbies and vans offering rides for I read they are quite expensive. As Patrick advised, a tricycle would be the better option to Ligñon Hill. The short tricycle ride cost 50 pesos. The hill is actually close to the airport but is on the other side of the runway so anyone who wants to get there has to go around the runway to the foot of the hill.

The climb to the top of the hill is quite steep–a reason why a lot ride cars. In fact, even with cars, signs are posted advising motorists to drive only in the lower gears of primera and segunda. The entire climb is around 800 meters and depending on your pace (and fitness level) it can take you around ten to thirty minutes. As I entered the path to the hill, I paid an entrance fee of 20 pesos (25 for foreigners) and bought two bottles of water from a mobile store a little bit past the entrance.

The walk to the hill is entertaining–you’ll see a good sneak peak of the city view plus a lot of couples either sitting by the sides of the road enjoying the view or pushing each other to finish the walk.

After two stops and several couples, I reached the hill and had to pause and revel in the view.




There are several things you can do on the hill– zipline, shop, have a picnic, or simply enjoy the view. The heat can really be scorching so bring your umbrella, hats, or shades.

From the foot of Lignon Hill you can ride a jeepney and ask to be dropped off at the Shell staion at the “Junction.” From there, walk to the market and ride another jeep to Daraga and ask to be dropped off at the Cagsawa Ruins. From the main road, take a short walk to the ruins or you can opt for an ATV (4×4) adventure. There are at least three companies in Legazpi offering this unique way of experiencing Mayon and one of them is the Bicol Adventure ATV which you can find near the ruins. There are several packages you can choose from but since I only have a few hours to spare I decided to take the Php 699 package which is an hour long ride to bring you a bit nearer to the volcano and then to the Cagsawa Ruins. There are other options such as riding to the lava wall or to Mayon itself.



After around and hour of ATV and visiting the ruins of the Cagsawa church (which contrary to what a lot of teachers told us didn’t really get buried in lava), I headed back to Legazpi to see the lighthouse in Embarcadero de Legazpi. From where you got off the jeepney to the ruins, you can cross the street and ride a jeep to Legazpi. This will bring you directly to the plaza.

Embarcadero de Legazpi is a port with mall and a lighthouse. Since I got there past dusk, the port isn’t that alive as you might expect of any port and though it was still quite early (around 7:30 pm), stores were already closing. Nevertheless, I did appreciate the night view of the lighthouse but would suggest you visit it when the sun is still up.



For dinner, I decided to check out Small Talk Cafe. It is a jeep away from the LCC mall nearest to the Embarcadero. Located at Dona Aurora St., it is a quaint restaurant that offers an array of authentic and infused Bicolano food. I had a mouth watering Adobong Manok sa Gata which I paired with garlic rice ( most restos in Bicol usually serve rice shaped like Mt. Mayon).



If I wasn’t craving for rice from all the non-stop walking to explore Legazpi, I would have tried their Pinangat pasta which has great reviews from locals and tourists alike. Price ranges from 200 up, specially if you’re on your own. Most dishes are good for two or more, but since I was doing it solo, I ended up finishing the entire Adobo dish.

From there, I decided to walk to the Mayon Backpackers Inn where I spent the night. I got a bunk bed in a dorm room of six for 350 bucks. They have free Wi-fi in the lobby and a desktop computer you can use. They also have free coffee or tea for breakfast. You can also pick a book from their shelf and trade in yours. If you’re on a budget, this is a great place to stay. The downside, if you get a top bunk, the bed tends to be creaky so each move you make might disturb the one underneath. Also, if you have allergic rhinitis, you might want to pop an antihistamine as the pillows triggered my allergies.

The best part of the inn however is how you’ll enjoy the conversations with the people you’ll meet there. I met a Filipino from Baguio, a Westerner, and Robin and Tom from the United Kingdom. Robin told me about how he and Tom were backpacking across Asia, how they were traveling from Legazpi to Sorsogon, then to Masbate, and then to Aklan to catch the Ati-Atihan nefore they head back to Manila. We exchanged notes in traveling and talked more about the Philippines. They did mention Filipinos seem to be “extra” nice. I really wish I took a selfie with them as the first backpackers I met as a solo traveler (Here’s a shout out to Robin and Tom!). From then on, I took selfies with people I met across Bicol.

After checking the net for the next day’s route, I slept with so much excitement. So this is what it feels like to travel solo. Four days left!

Practicing Happiness

The most valuable lesson I learned from 2014--Choosing happiness needs practice.

And so I would like to choose happiness by expressing gratitude for all these ten people, places, things in my 2014.

1. The people I met in Yoga, Ultimate Frisbee, and Badminton. Everyone knows how far I’ve recovered from my breakup (haha) and meeting you guys helped a lot. Really, A LOT.

  • To the yogis, specially my teacher, Ms. Abbie, thanks for sharing inner peace with me. I will never forget the tears that day when I was able to do the headstand on my own after months of practice. I learned how patience and kindness can push you, nay, teach you to do things you never thought you can. Then there’s Ish’s harsh but amazing wisdom, Elie’s unwavering trust, Jeff’s snobbish/ highly focused discipline. Then the Daquil siblings, one saved my life in ways she can only imagine, the other showing me what not to become when I grow up (kidding!).
  • To the discheads, Laagan. I miss playing with you guys. I’m working on my knees for now but I will be back for the Summer League. I promise!
  • To the badminton crew; I’m so thankful I signed up in that FB page and met you guys, Bambi, Grace, Wamer.

2. Yoga, Ultimate Frisbee, Hip Hop Dancing, and Badminton. From headstands, to leagues, to crazy footwork and lunges, to corpse pose, to every movement (or absence).

3. Traveling. Again and again, I’m amazed what traveling does to me. Maybe it’s the nomad in me who seeks adventure, or the free spirit that makes me want more, learn more.

  • Singapore
  • Siem Reap, Cambodia
  • Yogyakarta, Indonesia
  • Bauang, La Union
  • Yacht Club, Subic

4. My roomie of 3.5 years, I know you miss me. Thanks for all the past-our-bedtime stories, the bitchy compassion, for everything. I’ll always be a friend no matter how many guys you meet. Haha! Seriously, thanks for all the life-lessons you’ve taught me vicariously.

5. Koro Stigmatino, for letting me still sing with you guys even when I sometimes go MIA with all the other things I’m doing.

6. Music, I can’t imagine my life without music: singing in the shower, walking in the MRT station while imagining my life’s a musical and doing that random shuffle I’m sure people who see find weird, reading notes, playing the piano.

  •  Dancing. I don’t know how it gives me peace, but connecting one step to another by feeling it rather than memorizing it feels ethereal to me. Then again, randomly dancing in my bedroom gives me that same feeling.
  •  Choreograpy. Teaching choreography to two choirs with one hiring me and helping them bag the third place in a national competition.Who would have though? What the heck am I doing? Who am I?

7. For having only an alarming borderline uric acid and cholesterol levels, which means I still have a chance to fix my effin eating habits.

8. My other firsts

  • First pride march! It was liberating even for an out gay dude like me. I met a lot of cool people and realized I only have an inkling of what diversity is.
  • Man of Honor! (I was like, whuuuuuut?!) I know the chance of me getting married is low, so being man of honor to my best friend was just crazy unbelievable! Thanks, Anna and Ron. I love you both!

9. For my family and learning that as we grow old roles are blurred and everyone just becomes human, which fore me means to love each other more despite everything.

10. And to you Big Guy Up There (yes, I’m consciously choosing a male persona). Beyond religion, I believe in the “greater scheme of things” even when people make me think You hate guys like me, I know your love is just beyond what any person (believer or not) can comprehend. Btw, thanks for sending me this super cool guy who doesn’t have Ben Affleck’s bod but has a super sexy heart.

There you have it, gratitude to start the year.

Happy New Year

A Noob Traveling in 2014–Indonesia

51 hours, 5 cities.

Indonesia capped off my international adventures for 2014. Some friends and I flew to Jakarta then to Yogyakarta. We only had the weekend and thus had to maximise our time and chose to prioritize Dieng in Central Java, Indonesia.

I was gastronomically happier in this particular trip compared to the last two countries I’ve visited which I guess is because Indonesian food is closer to home. Either that or I’m more aware and informed of what certain food names mean like Kropuk Putih is basically Kropek and Sate is essentially barbecue. And as this is the third country I’ve been to in the Indianized countries of Southeast Asia, I also now know how to handle the levels of spiciness.



Our first stop was Jalan Malioboro–the famous shopping street in Indonesia. It has a lot of things that might be of interest to any traveler–from trinkets to batik, shoes to clothes, keychains to antics. It is a wonderful place to even just stroll in.


After Marlioboro we were off to the world’s largest Buddhist temple, Borobudur. Though it didn’t give me the overwhelming feeling of the gradeur of Angkor Wat, Borobodur still is amazing. The intricacies of the walls, the details put in the relief panels, the geometric stupas (which I didn’t know usually  had something inside them) will make you curious and wonder of the history it contains.SAMSUNG CSC


In Dieng, we stayed at a homestay near the base of Mt. Prau and started our ascent at around 3:30 in the morning. I was out of breath most of the climb as I haven’t trekked for years. Plus, I have been physically dormant months prior to this. I was probably the weakest climber in the group. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the peak and take this photo of the sunrise. Made me think of that moment I raced to Angkor Wat in Cambodia to chase after the sunrise. So far, I’ve chased two.

In our descent, we took a wrong turn and got somewhat lost. Honestly, I felt panic.Then again my super cool experienced, traveler friends were all calm and were enjoying the view so I did too eventually. It was breathtaking. Walking along these terraces made me forget my anxiety in getting lost. Fortunately, we ended up in a small town on the other side of the mountain, opposite where we began our ascent. From there, SAMSUNG CSCThe last stop we visited was the Dieng Temple Complex where 8 temples are located (locals say there used to be 400 of these small temples). It is nice to walk from one temple to another in this complex. And since the average temeprature in Deinge ranges from 12-15 degrees celsius, the sun won’t feel scorching when you walk. Also, since Dieng is a place visited more often than Indonesians rather than foreigners, the place isn’t quite as saturated with people compared to other places I’ve been to in other countries.

So there goes three countries for 2014. I never knew travelling would be this life-changing. It taught me so much of life. It exposes to discomfort and making comfortable in it (talk about almost missing the connecting flight from Jakarta to Manila because of a late plane, thanks Lion Air). Traveling also teaches you to talk to people while keeping in mind their culture and practices, your being a foreigner, while standing your ground or compromising when needed (talk about haggling a 800,000- Baht trip to the airport from Dieng). Respect, simply put.

There is so much I have yet to learn about life and traveling has been a great teacher this past year. I can’t wait to go to my next stop–this time solo!

A Noob Traveling in 2014–Cambodia

Siem Reap, Cambdoia.The second of the first three countries I’ve ever been to in this quest of finding my self, healing, and growing. After Singapore, Cambodia was a relief from the modernity SG had. Cambodia was simple and laid-back. I felt it was a sincere place, an uncomplicated, modest one. Then of course its history tells us otherwise. When we discussed the Khmer Rouge in high school it didn’t mean much to me. It wasn’t until I had gone to Cambodia that I realized the magnitude of the mass genocide committed by this communist government. I also realized how history can show us relativity of time–that a genocide done in the 1970s might be decades ago but its effects on the nation 30 years later show us that when we talk of cultures and genrations, 30 years is nothing, that building and rebuilding a nation take centuries. It was this humbilng an experience Cambodia was for me. These looking back in history made me appreciate Cambodia more. In this first photo, we rode a tuk-tuk at 4:45 am to rush and witness the world famous sunrise view in Angkor Wat. It was worth it. Being the largest religious monument in the world, it was majestic and grand. I felt small walking in and around it. I can only imagine the history this place contains. 1476534_10152840852347300_4679877619326546910_n On our last day in Cambodia, I biked about 20 kilometers to visit some temples I wasn’t able to enter the day before. For a US dollar I rented a bike, borrowed hat, and packed some water, to experience part of Cambodia alone. It was a peaceful albeit tiring ride. I even met a Khmer school teacher who brought his students biking to visit the temples.

10409708_10152840852687300_8183931537556558830_nMy friends and I also found this nice, quaint restaurant New Leaf Book Cafe where you choose a book from their shelves to read as you wait or eat their scrumptious food; which I believe is reasonably priced (2- 8 USD) since part of their profit is invested in educational programs in the Siem Reap province, which, according to my friend who lived there, schools badly need. 10394787_10152840896472300_4135996607390409428_n I had a lot of good memories in Siem Reap, and one of those is this picture of the Khmer children I played a game with by the entrance of the temple Ta Prohm (where a scene from the first Tomb Raider movie was shot). The game was somewhat similar to the Philippines’ Piko. They were nice, warm kids. I wish I knew how to talk in Khmer. One thing was clear, I lost that game.10377016_10152840896437300_5414180457358462719_n My Cambodia trip was really meaningful. It was humbling for me because it gave me new lenses from which to perceive the battles our country has. It reminded me that each country has its own ghosts to deal with. These things made me want to learn more, get acquainted with more cultures, appreciate history more (and regret listening half-heartedly to my good social studies teacher in HS, Ms. Lazaro), and love traveling even more. In fact, two weeks after this trip, I booked a ticket for my next travel–Indonesia.

A Noob Traveling in 2014–Singapore

The travel bug can’t be any more real than it already is for me. This year I saved part of my meager salary minus the bills I have to pay living alone to finally travel outside the country. Thankfully, I was able to. Before I knew it, I traveled to three countries, met a lot of new people, saw a lot of new places, got acquainted with different cultures, learned so many things, and most importantly, found a different kind of peace–the kind that heals. For my first travel outside the country, I did it on my birthday, February first. I went to Singapore. As a modern city, it wasn’t surprising that what caught my eye were the patterns of structures, the well-defined lines, the precise angles and curves, the entire system of beams and arches.

Skylight at the National Museum of Singapore
A different kind of skylight in a teepee-like hut in the musuem/s foyer
The ceiling of the foyer of the National Museum of Singapore
adjacent street to the Peranakan Museum
banister of the National Museum of Singapore

It was amazing how everything in Singapura was organized. Trains arrived on the dot, cabbies gave exact travel time and the most efficient route, everything was just neat. What I liked most in Singapore however was the MacRitchie Nature Trail. It is a forest in the middle of the busy city of Singapore. I have always liked off beaten spots wherever I go as they provide tranquility of sorts, so this trail was top of my list. Finishing the trail will lead you to the steel bridge atop the forest overlooking the city. It was a nice, refreshing morning walk albeit doing with an empty tummy. treetop trail. SG I also loved walking around the city, minding the small details, appreciating every nook. I even found graffiti in one of the walls. Whatever was in the past started to make sense. Traveling started setting me free from things and people I allowed to hold me back. I never thought traveling would be this liberating. And then I went to Cambodia…