Thursday, April 21, 2016

Hanggang Saan?

Tumingala, minasdan ang mga ulap.
Sana'y maabot sila, munting pangarap.
Tinignan ka, sinambit kaya mong mahawak.

Tumingala, sinubukang abutin.
Hindi, hindi talaga kayang kunin.
Tinignan kang muli, wala, ulap ka pala din.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

30,000 Feet Above Ground

Processed soy with caramelized brown sugar
So last 26th of March marked my two months here.

Can you imagine?

I've been living and residing here for 60 days already.

But it's time for me to say goodbye to this beautiful place.

The places are beautiful. The people are beautiful. Everything is beautiful here.

But anxiety got the best of me - with adjustment taking longer than expected and workload eating pretty much my time.

Yeah I'm a quitter. No saving grace here.

So I'm going back to ridiculously congested and clogged Manila with the hopes of doing something better - a work with a purpose or perhaps finally open a vegan shop.

This is far from the end of my journey here. I will always cherish the memories I have gained here as well as the people I have encountered and bonded here.

This place will always be special.

For a Manila boy, that is.






Part 3

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Hihiling-hiling

Pakitanong sa araw anong nasusulyapan mo,
Pakinig sa hangin anong binubulong mo,
Pakiusap kay buwan anong sinasabi mo,
Nang malaman ko kung may magagawa pa ba ako.

Friday, February 26, 2016

33,000 Feet Above Ground

Espacio
Today marks my one month away from home, away from family, away from everything Manila used to offer me.

During the first two days of my relocation...I cried. I cried so hard that I just want to go to work and then home and sleep my worries away.

But during the course of my stay, I was actually liking it here. First, I'm away from my ex. That's a good thing. Believe me. Second, the traffic is minimal! Commuting time is reduced to one-third of my previous time there in Manila. Third, the people here are way nicer. They don't have that Manila angst and impatience. They're more patient and they're more friendly.

So I think I have adjusted pretty well for someone who had been so dependent on my family for doing stuff for me. I am really liking it here. True, I still miss home especially my pets but I figured I could really stay here for a while.

Although what I noticed was that it's really hard to be vegan here. People here are more meat-eaters than the people in Manila. The tofu here is limited to the groceries (which by the way are very expensive).

Soymilk in the groceries too are more expensive here. The brand that I'm purchasing costs only 65pesos but here it's 71pesos. Can you imagine a 6-peso markup?! That's 24pesos for every 4 cartons that I purchase. And I consume about 3-4 a week.

Another of my staple is peanut butter and the brand that I am buying here costs about 190pesos. The peanut butter that my sister buys from Pampanga only costs 110pesos. And sometimes I even get the peanut butter for free.

So yeah, there really are ups and downs with relocating and living independently.

But you know what?

I don't regret it one bit. Not one bit at all.

Because there's truth when people say you discover yourself more when living independently.

And I totally agree.




Part 2

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

33,000 Feet Above Ground

Right Wing
"This is it," I gave a deep sigh and placed my arm over the window while I leaned.

"No turning back."

As the plane blasted into midair all I could think of was what future awaits me to a new place.

I have waited for an opportunity like this for years and now that it finally was given to me, I felt scared.

Yes, scared was the word.

But more like scared and excited simultaneously.

I couldn't think of other things while on flight aside from finding a house to stay as well as what appliances I would have to purchase once I get there.

Everything from scratch.

Clothes, shoes, extra bags, towels, blankets, a few toiletries and accessories. These are all the things I brought with me.

A few emotional baggage as well.

And I didn't incur any excess baggage.

I kid.




Part 1