A desert-heat of 42°C temperature is making me think that I wish I was in the Philippines. It’s hot there but not like this humid and irritating feeling.
I wish I was on the beach just few meters away from our backyard.
Cut to, my younger brother sent me some of his photos while enjoying the dry season or commonly called as summer the way we do it when we were younger, swimming! I miss this place where we enjoy beach-ing and playing during the season, and even some months of wet season. We don’t care how tanned we are as long as we make the best vacation not out of town but just few meters out of our house.
Our place is all-in-all 13-hour bus ride from Manila to San Bartolome in Santa Magdalena, Sorsogon in Bicol region. During dry season its descendants always come home to enjoy our very own little sanctuary, especially during the months of April-June.
I wanna share some of my brother’s photos here. 🙂
This particular area in the vast of the sea is one of my favorites. There this big rock in the middle where we climb into and then jump or dive to, as you can see in the picture, the very clear and clean seawater. That’s why it’s not my dream to go to Boracay.
If some summer destinations in the Philippines are now popular because of its sandbars, we have our own too. Though it’s not a sandbar but a seaweed and coral bar as I may want to call it. Like sandbars, it only shows up when it’s low tide, which is usually in the afternoon.
Still, it’s so hot in here but I would love if it’s the tag-init heat in the Philippines, in my hometown. I wouldn’t care if I get sunburn or whatever. Let me finish what has to be finished here and I will surely plunge into the sea as long as I want and sun bathe until I am tanned again.
It has been almost a year now after I left my first job, my first love (in terms of job, yes). For almost four years I used to seeing my name crawl over the closing billboard of the TV program where I was a staff, from being a Program Researcher to being a Segment Producer. And for every journalist, it is our glory to at least read our precious names to whatever craft we make; be it on TV, newspaper, magazine, online media, etc.
I have been a freelancer since then. I accepted whatever little opportunity to earn a living. Isang kahig, isang tuka ika nga. But I tried to enjoy it as long as I gain new knowledge and experience out of it. One evening, a college close friend called me to write a food story for the travel magazine where she is the Editorial Assistant. I realized after the call that I have never written an article (for publication) after I graduated from college five years ago so I accepted it right away. I have a bachelor’s degree in Journalism but I have never seen yet my name written on the byline of any published article or of any of that sort.
“Whoa! This is gonna be the first!”, I thought.
As a segment producer I was assigned mostly to food stories so I thought it would be easy to write a feature on Bicolano food and delicacies. But on the process of writing I experienced some writer’s block and ran out of words and I adjusted a bit since I used to write scripts in Tagalog. However, since I got the passion to write about our, Bicolanos’, own food it was a natural flow in my mind and tongue as I tap the keyboard on the laptop I was using that I finished it right away. Lalo na nagmamadali na ‘yong magaling na kaibigan kong editor. (Laughs)
So guys, Please don’t hesitate to click the link below for that article published on VIEW Travel and Lifestyle Magazine for their March 2015 issue. I could never be prouder. Hahaha!
Check this out:
I am also attaching the JPEGs of that particular article, Spice and Everything Nice.
Enjoy reading and I might write another article for VIEW, thanks to my friend, Jonalyn, for this opportunity. 🙂
For my first travel out of town this year, I remember going to Palawan. I went there for work but I really enjoyed a lot, especially because of the first-hand encounter with giraffes and zebras! Yes! Lots of them in Calauit Safari Park in Calauit Island, Busuanga, Palawan. It is a wildlife reserve wherein we can see animals came from Africa, specifically from Kenya.
It was in the time of President Ferdinand Marcos that those animals were brought here to support then Kenyan President in preserving their animals from the wild. And there, until now we can visit and meet them eye-to-eye; the giraffes and zebras, and some other more in this island.
DAY 1, January 28, 2014: Travel from Manila to Puerto Princesa
DAY 2, January 29, 2014: Travel from El Nido to Coron
DAY 3, January 30, 2014: Travel from Coron to Calauit, Busuanga
Day 1 at the SAFARI
DAY 4, January 31, 2014: Day 2 at the SAFARI Morning
Afternoon came and we were bound to Manila. More than the stress and tireless travel, I have enjoyed the trip. It was my first time to encounter these animals that we thought are wild, but the truth is… they’re endangered. I have loved more the wild and everything in it.
I lost the job that gave me the opportunity to travel a lot. But I promised myself that this will not stop me from travelling more place and capture memories through photographs.
If meeting face to face and cheeks to cheeks the Mother Nature would be a punishment, I would be glad to be punished every now and then.
I am a sinner but the trees; its roots to its leaves and its flowers, are not.
I am a sinner but the birds; its beak to its claws and wings, are not.
I am a sinner but the wind; be it’s mild or strong, are not.
I am a sinner but the flowing waters; from the moutains to the rivers to our mouths, are not.
I am a sinner but the worms, snakes, ants and spiders; they might hurt us, but they are not.
I am a sinner but the logs from dead trees; we may bump onto them and might hurt us, but they are not.
I am a sinner but the mountains; it may have steep and muddy trail, be it rocky and grassy, to its peaks, they are not.
I am a sinner but the nature tells, it’s okay.
We can be happy, we can be sad and be hurt again and again.
The wind, the trees, the mountains, and the rivers are there to slap our face.
I am a sinner and I know love.
August 31, 2014, Sunday
My sister is in town! She’s on a two-week educational tour with her co-Civil Engineering 5th year batchmates (OMG she’s graduating next year!) Dayoff daw nila kasi Sunday.
Meanwhile, I was accidentally bumped by a bike while on my way to fetching her in the morning along General Luna St. in Paco, Manila, just near my sister’s hotel. Gosh! Kuya was not paying attention! Well there, I got pasa in my left arm and a dirt on my pants too. Nasangga ko siya ng left arm ko kaya ayon, buti hindi ako natumba sa kalsada.
Well anyway, I got my sister. I brought her to Sacred Heart and we went to church for Sunday mass. And then…the highlight! We ate in a Korean resto near Tomas Morato. She was so busog that I ate all the samgyeopsal in the end, bawal magtira eat-all-you-can kasi. Haha.
After we ate, we went to my apartment to change clothes and to rest for a while. Medyo nangamoy samgyeopsal kami. Hehe.
We watched Rurouni Kenshin: Kyoto Inferno. Oh my God! I love the lips of Battosai Himura! Doon talaga ako nakatingin all the time. Haha! The movie was great of its kind, obviously hindi pa siya tapos. May love story pa at marami pang fight scenes. 🙂
At the end of the day, nakakangalay sumakay sa LRT at MRT. Nakatayo kami all the time…hay. But still, it was an unforgettable bonding moment with my sister. 🙂 Fulfilling kahit na butas bulsa ko after. Lol!