Everything I Write, I Owe To The Baby-Sitters Club

Earlier this year, I found myself with a cart full of books at the annual Manila International Book Fair. As I handed over my books for payment, the cashier told me I needed to add one more book so I can avail the special promo where customers can get a free Fully Booked membership card…

A Year of Transitions

If 2015 was the year of travel, I hereby declare 2016 as the year of transitions. Finding peace in the chaos Back in July, my mother went out for her annual executive checkup and was later hospitalised for severe anemia. What we thought would be a maximum two day hospital stay turned out to be…

Why you should keep a travel journal

These days, writing on a travel journal seems more like a task than a keepsake. Lugging around a notebook takes precious space in your bag, while the act of writing takes effort. You’re probably wondering, why even bother writing in this digital age? You can document everything on your camera or your mobile phone. There…

Honoring Your Feelings

Truth: I spent most of my days wallowing in Bagan. Bagan, with its thousand temples, horse-drawn carriages and dusty roads. Bagan, a city I’ve dreamt for so long, so much that I was ready to fall head over heels in love with it. I arrived at my hostel at 5AM, where a dreadlocked manager told…

Money Matters

As I mentioned from my last post, I was hoping to share the other side of being a digital nomad and/or a perpetual traveler. I’ve noticed how most travel bloggers paint a pretty picture, without talking about the other things that happen when you choose this alternative lifestyle. For the first round? Money matters.

Welcome to Reality

Pick up your phone and scroll through your Instagram feed. I bet there’s one travel photo there, an OOTD snapped in front of a gorgeous landscape or some shot of food all laid out on a wooden table. There’s this friend of yours frolicking in Santorini and another surfing the waves in Baler. Everyone seems…

The Sky Over The Sea

When I was younger, my parents enrolled me and my siblings in a famous swimming school. I was an awkward 12 year old, the oldest kid in class going through treading, swimming strokes and basic ledge jumping. The question here is: why am I taking swimming lessons at that age? Most kids spend their toddler…

Follow Your Bliss

I was met with two kinds of reaction when I quit my three and a half year PR career. The first one was enthusiasm. I got this from family and friends, who for so long, had been on the receiving end of my meltdowns and breakdowns. They understood why I wanted to leave, despite moving…