Boracay is still gorgeous with its white sand beaches, stunning sunsets, and superb internet connection (I need this for work) but my disenchantment stems from what I see is an unsustainable growth in the tourism sector. The last time I was here, I was that b*tch who complained about everything – it’s too crowded, people don’t care about their trash, the traffic in this tiny island, and exorbitant prices at least for a backpacker. I didn’t realize that staying in
Author: Ruby
It’s that time of the year when we are all allowed to be scared shitless. And no I don’t mean scaring yourself with a semi-terrifying, semi-cute bloody nurse or a slightly gory but really sexy, shirtless hunter showing off his abs. No. I mean being haunted by the kind of stories that make it to the Magandang Gabi Bayan Halloween Special. If you were a 90’s kid, Halloween means watching Noli de Castro in his ghastliest appearance as he narrates
For top L to bottom R: coffee with Mayoyao Rice terraces as background (July), swimming with sea turtles at Apo Island, Negros Oriental (August), Salagdoong Beach, Siquijor (October), Bulusan Lake, Sorsogon (May), Falls #2, Lake Sebu, South Cotabato (December), Tinuy-an Falls, Surigao del Sur (December), Cambulo Rice Terraces, Ifugao (August), Porchetta at FAT, BGC (because there ought to be food), Batad Rice Terraces, Ifugao (August) 2015 has been a year of green and blue hues, of an unending love affair
From a corporate employee, I have turned myself into a freelance writer/online worker/ self-employed individual. I’m still at loss when answering forms that asks for Occupation because I still can’t believe that yes, even when it doesn’t feel like it, this is my occupation (at least for now). I’ve been tempted to write non-practicing telecoms professional. I would love to romanticize how the whole decision-making process went, how years of imagining finally became reality, and how it felt to finally
Today marks the sixth month that I’ve been out. Out of my old loop, out of a regular job generating steady income, out of my previous routine. I thought of writing this post to remember this day and to tell the story of how the past six months have been. To say that it is bittersweet is an understatement. To romanticize the experience would be to lie. The digital nomad, location-independent, strike anywhere life is not all unicorns and rainbows