The weather was never a subject of concern. Until late 2018 when I moved from the tropics, where you can trust the sun to shine brightly every day, to Amsterdam where sunlight is best described as erratic.
Photos from 2016 show fantastic things that happened to me this year, but the real best things weren’t caught on camera. Traveling was still a huge part of my year but more than these experiences, 2016 was a year of self-discovery. I’ll call it the year I came to terms with my own titahood.
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
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