If there was some doubts on the appearance of the sun when we boarded the bus from Legaspi to Sorsogon, it was all exiled to rest as the blue and green waters of the sea regaled in the bright and clear skies. The boat ride was all smooth sailing over the calm waters and as we approached Subic Beach in Calintaan Island, I reckoned to myself "this is just another beach" in my own beautiful country.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
The sky was a picture of a hesitation when we boarded the bus from Legaspi to Sorsogon. It looks like it was caught in between raining and sheltering the Earth below from the blistering sun, which was keen on making an appearance that day. The weather was shaping out fine and the absence of rain made it more ideal, but there are still a few patches of dark clouds that are hovering above. The same set that made our earlier attempt to see Mayon Volcano up close a futile one. As the bus revved up its engine and gathers speed on the highway and wind brushing against my face increases its tenacity, I looked out the window and was greeted by a particular view of a majestic countryside.
Monday, August 29, 2011
An invite from DISPATCH Magazine:
This is to formally invite you to attend IMPRINTS: A Travel Footwear Art Installation by Pilipinas Street Plan and Stop Motion Video Screening of 25 extraordinary alternative travelers for the first leg of DISPATCH MAGAZINE's Travel X Thursdays.
Date: SEPT. 15, 2011
Venue: Cubao X
I've been wanting to make a music video of some of my trips but haven't really sat down and edit some video clips. It doesn't help when my phone with a respectable video quality was stolen off inside the LRT last December, taking along with it countless video clips which, unfortunately wasn't transferred yet to my laptop. I had a blast putting this music video out in an hour of editing and exploring the controls of "Windows Live Movie Maker", but with the limited video clips I was happy at the result. Plus the song of the Pixies, "Where is My Mind" made it a bit better.
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Sunday, August 28, 2011
I'm so excited about my upcoming trip to Vietnam and Cambodia this coming November that I decided to settle our accommodations in advance through the internet. I usually travel on a stringent budget and leave no room for costly decisions on the road. The more money I save will eventually roll-over to funding for my next trip. My trip to these two Asian nations also serves as a great opportunity to bond with my brother, the person who was responsible in introducing me to traveling when he took me on my very first out of the country trip to Kuala Lumpur in May 2007 and a month later to Singapore. Being tasked as the master planner of the trip I started by choosing Roomarama.com as a medium to look for our short-term accommodation.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
The stone fish is staring out his aquarium like a delirious sea creature high on helium when he spotted two travel bloggers, one a Chinese looking dude and the other one a semi-Chinese looking dude with a flair of Spanish blood walked inside the "Old Village Seafood Restaurant" in Kota Kinabalu.
Stone Fish: Well, what do we have here. I hope they'll be the one to free me of my misery in this small enclosed space I'm in right now, but hmm they don't seem interested in shelling out 10.00RM for a 100 grams of myself. They just taking pictures.
Zibra Shell: Roger Clemens on that Stone, those dudes, they don't look like the seafoods kind of guy. They just order them Tiger Beers, so looks like you're gonna be there for quite some time. Me? I got myself ordered by that cute family sitting over there. I saw them point me out to the waiter.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Years before the boy who goes by the name Siddharta would become known as Gautama, the Buddhist religion founder, he was always in search for his life's meaning. It was a life-long quest that would ultimately help shape a big part of our world. I was always fascinated with the Buddhist religion, it strikes me as its centered on one's peace of mind and its relation to every living things around. When I found myself on a bus going to the Ngong Ping highlands to visit the Tian Tan or otherwise known as the "Giant Buddha", peace of mind nor with myself has always been the slippery toad caught between my hands. Right here this moment and gone the next.
Monday, August 15, 2011
A view that greets you every morning. Lucky are those who live here. The scenery that welcomed my eyes upon waking up, even with no mug of hot milo in hand, this wonderful sight made the start of a new day more awesome as it is. This, after almost a whole day of cave connection - which left us in awe of the stalactite and stalagmite formation underground. "It's a beautiful day, don't let it get away"
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
This was the continuation of the interrupted process that happened here. It was almost a mass of water as large as the sea have formed between us. I could feel the blank and puzzled stare at my shoulder, I too could only look at her with amazement at how things could turn around so quickly. Maybe it has always been my weakness that I always force someone to pick up a hammer and hit my head with it. The boat ride was extra torture as it travels at half the speed of ordinary boats. The whole trip though was ably made up by the ever presence of wonderful scenery across Honda Bay.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Unknown to many, Corregidor was also the site of an infamous event in our history; The Jabidah Massacre, which happened sometime in 1968. A group of Moro Muslims were recruited and then shipped into the island to undergo training for a top secret operation called "Merdeka". The mission's primary goal was to instigate dissent by fighting the Tausug and Sama groups in the island of Sabah, in preparation for its take-over. When the recruits found out the real nature of their mission they started demanding to be returned home. The Military fearing the whole operation will be uncovered, lined them all up in the airstrip one morning, while the clueless young men dazed at the sweeping scenery of the sea, a hail of machine gun fire erupted which massacred them. Everyone died except Jibin Arula, who managed to jump off a cliff and survived to tell the grizzly tale.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Surrounded by a man-made lagoon, the City Mosque at Likas Bay in Kota Kinabalu achieves a floating like apparition as seen from a distance. As I trudge closer from where we got off the bus, I can hear chants of worships spread out on the open air, and in a place like that with the bay fronting the opposite side and the Mosque facing it against the lagoon - the chant easily bemused the ears even of those undaunted passersby. At that point, I was feeling a different kind of beat, as I quickly cut distance between me and this architecturally gifted place of worship of our Muslim brothers. After gorging on street foods in Kota Kinabalu, I was finally experiencing the place in a new light and perspective.