Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Day 4: Exploring the Old Quarter Streets and Watching the Water Puppet Show

Surviving a 30-hour train ride from Saigon, we finally arrived in Hanoi very early in the morning on our fourth day. We went straight to Hanoi Backpackers’ Hostel, where we made reservations. We were spent from the train travel so we decided to schedule one main highlight for the day – the Hanoi Water Puppet Show.

Our hostel was located in the Old Quarter and offered a free walking tour but after a few turns and stops, we decided to go on our own and explore the Old Quarter by ourselves.

Hanoi fruit vendor

An old city gate

The iconic Vietnamese hat

There’s a dedicated theater for the water puppet show near Hoan Kiem Lake called Thanglong Water Puppet Theater. Because there are no water puppet shows in the Philippines, curiosity got the better of me.

The water puppet show stage from our view 

The water puppet show was a spectacle to behold with its live accompaniment, colors, and lights. The performers really put their heart and soul into giving a good show to the audience, who were mostly tourists. The puppets were attached to long wooden sticks and were maneuvered by people hidden behind the wooden curtains. The puppets can only do so much though. Although I can’t say that it is the most amazing thing I’ve seen, I love how they tried to show their culture and beliefs through the music and the movements of the puppets. The performance still merits an applause for their creativity and showmanship.    

The water puppets 
The music these performers bring adds life to the puppet show

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Day 3 & Day 7: Riding the Reunification Express Train to Hanoi and Back

When we booked our tickets for Vietnam, traveling north to Hanoi wasn’t part of the plan. Otherwise, we should have just booked a flight to Hanoi, traveled down to Saigon, and crossed the border to Cambodia (now that’s an idea!). But after tons of research, I really, truly, madly wanted to go to Halong Bay. So what the heck, we built our entire itinerary in consideration of the 30-hour travel time to Hanoi and another 30 hours going back to Saigon.

Truth be told, I actually looked forward to the train ride. It lends credibility and authenticity to being backpackers – traveling like the locals would, listening to their conversations, seeing them conduct their daily activities, and watching their movies even if I didn’t understand a single word. But if there’s the good, there’s also the bad.

There are different sections of the train: the hard berth, the soft berth, and the sleeper portion, from the cheapest to the most expensive respectively. We chose the soft berth for our trip to Hanoi and spent roughly $60 each. Apparently, train isn’t cheap in Vietnam.

The soft berth section
Shortly after we boarded the train, I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy ride. Adults were talking to one another with thin, high-pitched voices. Kids were screaming and running around. When people slept, they put their feet up on the seats even up to your head. I must have given a fellow passenger THE LOOK until he backed off. The bathrooms were ill-kept. Each hour, a food cart would roll along the aisle and the seller would bark loudly for the entire world to hear. It also didn’t help that they have very little regard for health and sanitation. My neck, back, and spine ached from all that sitting and dodging all those unidentified flying liquids and solids. The train takes multiple stops in between and the passengers would leave all their trash behind – to the horror of the next passengers (but they didn’t seem to mind). I felt like time stood still. The soft berth was rarely empty all throughout the trip and my travel buddy and I – were the constants. That whole experience was death by train. And a painfully slow-moving one at that.

The sleeper section
Coming back from Hanoi, we knew better. Even if it was more costly (around $90 each), we chose the sleeper section. It is more private and comfortable and can accommodate 6 people with 3 beds on each side per room. They didn’t change the bed sheets though, so if new passengers boarded in one of the stopovers, they’d have to use the sheets of the passengers before them. There are multiple compartments in the sleeper section but the bathrooms were well-maintained. If you don’t like to hear the screaming vendor with the rolling cart, you can just close the door and lock it. It wasn’t exactly the cleanest but it was so much better than the soft berth. And this time, I got to appreciate the simple pleasures of a slow ride.

So what do you do on a 30-hour train ride?

To fight the boredom of a long train ride, I bought a book – Into the Wild by Jon Karakauer. I finished reading the book, updated my travel journal, listened to music, slept, ate (we brought our own food), and just marveled at the sights we passed by. There was one portion of the train ride where it seemed like we were teetering on the edge of a mountain and on the other side, we can see the vast blue ocean. Breathtaking. We also saw plenty of lush green rice fields, which is not surprising since Vietnam is one of the largest exporters of rice.    


Will I ride the train in Vietnam again? For long distances, no. But a couple of hours can be tolerable, I guess. There were a couple of stops that were worth hopping off on, such as Da Nang or Nha Trang. I would definitely want to come back and explore what those places can offer. 

Next: Day 4: Exploring the Old Quarter Streets and Watching the Water Puppet Show

Monday, September 23, 2013

Day 2: Cruising Along Mekong Delta

Breakfast in Vietnam is typically
a baguette with toppings of your choice
We were off to an early start on our second day. We signed up for the group tour for Mekong Delta through our hostel and the bus was going to pick us up at the hostel at 7:45AM.

There are pros and cons to joining guided group tours. One disadvantage is being forced to stop at places that do not merit your interest or attention. On the other hand, a guided tour allows you to relax in the company of fellow tourists. Further, your itinerary and transportation are taken care of. As it turned out, joining a guided group tour was a wise decision. The jump-off point for Mekong Delta River was in My Tho, which is more than an hour’s ride from Saigon. Then you have to rent a boat to cruise through the river. Did I mention language is a bit of a barrier? If you’re a first-time tourist in Saigon, better take the guided group tour and see if you want to wander off on your own the next time.

Boats of trade in Mekong Delta.
The Mekong Delta River flows through China, Laos, Myanmar, Thailand, Vietnam, and Cambodia.  The river water is brown, probably from siltation, and plays an important role in the trade and commerce of the countries and the livelihood of its inhabitants.

There were a couple of stops during the tour: a bee farm where I tasted the most delicious honey tea, a coconut candy factory, and a fruit-tasting place where we were also serenaded by traditional Vietnamese music. We also stopped for lunch (included in the tour package).


The chocoholic on a paddle cruise!

The highlight of the tour – well, at least for me – was riding a small paddle boat and cruising through the narrow river channels. It was an exciting experience! When I stepped into the paddle boat, I was so sure the boat would topple and we’d all fall into the water. I held on to my dear Hunter. (I baptized my camera Hunter. Yes, I name my stuff.) But the paddlers have mastered the art of balance and even if there were occasional boat-to-boat bumps, the paddlers deftly used the paddle and we coasted on the calm, brown waters gracefully. I was a happy kid on a sunny afternoon. 

Next: Day3 & Day 7: Riding the Reunification Express Train to Hanoi and Back

Day 1: Ho Chi Minh (Saigon) City Tour

After finding our hostel, checking in, and being ushered to our 6-bed dorm-type room, I finally hit the sack at about 4 AM. I was tired as hell but relieved that several months of dreaming, waiting, and planning did not go to waste. I woke up a few hours later at mid-morning on a Sunday.

The first order of business for the day was to eat. I was starving! There are a couple of places to eat along our street but The Coffee Lounge caught my attention (It must be the purple umbrellas.) I had bacon, eggs, bread, and iced coffee. It was a bit pricey for my standards but when you’re hungry, you cannot be so picky. I didn’t want to try Vietnamese food just yet. *wink*

Second order of business for the day: exchange our USD to Vietnamese dong (VND). This was a bit of a challenge at the start. Although Vietnam is known to be one of the low-cost tourist destinations in Asia, a lot of Vietnamese people know very little to no English. There are no English translations for shops or services so we had to rely on context clues and guts to ask shop owners. We probably walked an entire street just looking around before reaching an intersection and deciding we didn’t want to walk around aimlessly anymore. We decided to ask. We later found out that a lot of shops in Vietnam can exchange your dollars to VND. You just have to ask. And yes, if you need to, a little sign language or charades can help you put your question across. Also, a lot of shops accept USD so we saved our VND for expenses like fare and food.

Ga Saigon ticketing counters

We needed to purchase train tickets for our trip to Hanoi the next day so we took a cab to Ga Saigon (the train station). We had the same dilemma – no English translations. So we simply mimicked what the residents did despite the fact that we did not understand a single word on the slip of paper we had on our hands. Thankfully, it was the right thing to do. Now, time for some sightseeing!

Trung Nguyen's coffee-flavored ice cream

It started to drizzle after walking from the train station so we ducked into the nearest Trung Nguyen café to let the rain pass. Trung Nguyen is one of Vietnam’s homegrown coffee brands and there are cafes in almost every corner.

From Trung Nguyen, we decided to stop and look around Ben Thanh Market. They sell about almost everything in Ben Thanh from coffee beans, bags, and souvenir items. We bought a few items and when we remembered that we still have several days of traveling (and spending) to do, we swore to go back before flying back so we know how much money we can still burn.

An old Canon camera in the museum


Ho Chi Minh City Museum. This wasn’t part of our original itinerary but after a lot of wrong turns and stops, we somehow ended up here so we explored it anyway. For a small fee of 15,000 VND (around Php 30), you can see interesting pieces of artifacts from their history.




From the balcony of the Palace
Reunification Palace. The quest to find the Reunification Palace inspired a lot of travel tips for navigating the streets of Saigon. More on that in another post. Entrance fee was 30,000 VND.  From outside, it looks like Malacañang. I loved the water fountain in the middle of a very green circular field. Other than that, I found it too plain. What we found there are different meeting rooms with well-preserved furniture. Quite frankly, I enjoyed my museum visits more than this but then again, history was made here so it still feels great to visit a place that was instrumental to the country you’re visiting.

Amen!  A sight for the tired eyes.


Notre Dame Cathedral. A fellow Filipina we met at the Reunification Palace suggested we should check this out because of its architectural beauty and it was indeed a sight to see.




The clock on the building does the trick.



Central Post Office. The only reason we even trooped to this place was because we badly needed a map and a few people we asked told us this is where we could get it. The post office was also conveniently located beside the Cathedral so all we needed was to walk and get in. It’s a busy, busy, busy building with lots of people coming in and out. For some weird reason -- although I highly suspect it was the big clock on the façade of the building and the beautiful Old French interiors – I imagined I was in Europe. This place is a haven for tourists, too. 

My travel buddy & blogger Maan inside the Post.

There are several ATM machines, money exchange booths, items to sell, and a mailing center. It wouldn’t be called a post office for nothing. We lounged around a bit because we were tired from all the walking, even exchanged some USD, and just watched people doing their own transactions.  

Diamond Plaza. By the time we left the post office, my stomach was grumbling. We saw that there was a mall within the vicinity so we went in and guess what we found – KFC! Ahh, the little joys. Although their gravy is nowhere as lip-smacking as the one we have here, I was just glad I had my first rice of the day.  

Saigon Opera House at night.
 Saigon Opera House and City Hall. Dusk was starting to settle when we left the mall. We just had to see Saigon Opera House and the Ho Chi Minh City Hall, which are both astounding at night with the  lights illuminating the French-ness (if there is such a word) of the buildings.

Our tummies and our hearts full, we decided to call it a day.

Ho Chi Minh City Hall. There's actually a wedding pre-nup shoot happening right there!


Thursday, September 19, 2013

Vietnam: Into the Motorcycle Capital of the World

A couple of bloggers and travelers have named Vietnam as the motorcycle capital of the world. And I acquiesce. At least for the major cities like Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh (Saigon), the moniker does give justice to the hundreds and hundreds of motorbikes that rumble into the streets each day, sending locals and tourists a run for their lives. You cannot go to Vietnam and sashay like a ramp model. Of course, that wasn’t the impression running through my head in the pre-Vietnam days. Vietnam for me, meant coffee, French colony, and the UNESCO World Heritage site, Halong Bay.

We touched down at Tan Son Nhat International Airport at an ungodly hour. Our flight was delayed for more than an hour, pushing our 12:20 AM arrival further into the wee hours of the morning. The airport was almost deserted, save for a few sleepy personnel. We took a cab ($20) and went straight to our hostel in Pham Ngu Lao Ward in District 1. Fortunately, the taxi driver knew where the hostel was exactly located. The city was asleep too except for a couple of bars that were still open. I thought Saigon was a nice, quiet little city – until we slept and woke up the next day.

Saigon literally roars to life everyday with the motorcycles. One of the local tour guides told us that with the exception of children and old people, everyone owns a motorcycle in Vietnam. They outnumber the taxis, private cars, and buses and goodness, they run alongside these bigger modes of transport as if they were the same size!    

In Vietnam, a motorcycle driver is the king of the road -- even at rest.


So it wasn’t the quiet city I initially expected it to be, but it is a nice city. Their coffee exceeded my expectations and is incredibly delish. Something about the way they prepare the coffee or their water or their milk makes it really special. I brought home coffee from Vietnam and tried to make a cup as tasty but it is not quite the same. This is something you really have to try for yourself.

Trung Nguyen is one of Vietnam's homegrown coffee. (the chocoholic's favorite)
The French colony influence did not disappoint either. Vietnam has beautiful architectural structures. What I also admire is that they seem to be hell-bent in documenting their history, as evidenced by the number of museums they have. Sometimes, their museums overlap each other in some aspects. Nevertheless, it’s a conscious effort towards preserving their history and culture.

I will talk about Halong Bay in a separate post, as I am about to break down our backpacking trip per day. Because I really wanted to visit Halong Bay, which is in Hanoi (north) and still cross over to Cambodia (we are quite the ambitious first-time backpackers), we had to plan our itinerary really well. Although we ticked off a few items during the actual trip, we pretty much followed the itinerary we set for ourselves. Here’s a quick overview of our itinerary:


And so begins our journey.   


Wednesday, September 18, 2013

How We Almost Didn’t Make It To Vietnam

The chocoholic's backpack
No journey is ever complete without a few bumps along the way. The first bump of our first backpacking trip came right at the beginning when we missed our flight to Vietnam.

No, we weren’t late for our flight. In fact, we were already at the Mactan Cebu International Airport two hours before our 6:15 PM flight to Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA), where we’re supposed to take a 10:50 PM connecting flight to Ho Chi Minh. Between the 7:30PM estimated arrival time in NAIA and let’s say, the estimated boarding time of 10:20 PM, we had more than two hours of layover. We even checked in online so we can avoid the long counter lines. Besides, we took the term backpacking literally to heart and we carried one backpack and a smaller handbag each so no check-in baggages and more mobility for us. We were more than confident we’d catch the flight. The one thing we forgot: to factor in the moody, often tempestuous weather that the rainy season brings. June is, after all, the start of that season.

Our flight to Manila was delayed for about an hour. By the time the plane took off, I was very anxious. We’re going to have to make a run for the international airport as soon as we touchdown. The flight was a little turbulent – something I’m quite used to. I was a little relieved when I started seeing the buildings as we were about to land although I noticed the plane was shaking from the turbulence a little more than the usual. Like what I normally do before landing, I closed my eyes and waited for the landing thud. Instead, the plane accelerated, turned its nose upwards, and flew steeply back into the air. I quickly turned to my travel buddy with horrified eyes. It didn’t help that the week before the flight, the airline hit headlines when one of their planes overshot a runway in Davao airport. I recalled one passenger’s testimony of his experience. How convenient. Times like that, you NEVER want to remember things that can only aggravate your already frazzled nerves. Not one passenger said a word but we were looking at each other with meaningful expressions. We really thought we were in trouble.

Then the PA system cackled to life, breaking the uncomfortable silence and the captain explained that he had to abort landing due to zero visibility. Phew. He said he’d try to land the plane again but while we’re still circling the skies, he received a different order: all flights are to be diverted to Clark. Uh-oh. I told my travel buddy Maan we could get off in Clark and spend our dollars in Subic if everything else fails. Of course, that was just a joke in an attempt to lighten the situation. But deep inside, I was fighting my dwindling hopes. We landed in Clark safely and smoothly. Thank God, we’re alive! But we were stuck there, in our seats, inside the plane for 3 hours. At around 1AM, the plane received clearance to go back to NAIA.

By the time we arrived in NAIA, our plane to Saigon already left. The Cebu Pacific crew offered to put us and several passengers in the next flight and even extended their hospitality by graciously booking us in a nice hotel with free breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next day before being shuttled back to the airport to take our rescheduled flight.  The rescheduled flight would have sufficed but hey, the free accommodation, shuttle, and meals did not hurt one bit either. In fact, the gesture was truly appreciated.

After all the paperwork was completed, we were shuttled to St. Giles Hotel in Makati. After assuring our parents we were safe, we finally slept at 4AM. What.A.Night! Despite hitting an unexpected snag in our plans, I am still extremely grateful that I lived – to tell the story and to write it.  


Asian Backpacking Chronicles: Vietnam and Cambodia

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

Travel is love, but I never wrote “go backpacking” in my bucket list, mostly because I had vague ideas about it. I've always associated backpacking with mountain or rock climbing – what with those huge, towering bags that could carry an entire wardrobe. And I’m a self-confessed introvert with very little to no interest in sports or anything that requires physical agility. I have a poor sense of direction and awkward balance. So with utmost certainty, I’ve concluded backpacking is not meant for me. That is, until I watched a documentary by Sandra Aguinaldo on her Vietnam and Cambodia backpacking trip.

Aside from dispelling the myth that it is similar to mountain or rock climbing, backpacking didn’t seem such a bad idea after all. If anything, it sounded exciting, fun, and challenging. Traveling on a low budget with a backpack in tow sounded physically exhausting too but the thrill of novelty, the promise of adventure, and the potential of spawning great tales and stories far outweighed my apprehensions. This was a life experience I couldn’t miss.  

I couldn’t stop yakking about it until I convinced myself and a few friends to follow suit and travel by backpack to Vietnam and Cambodia. Quite the ambitious travelers, we set plans for a two-week backpacking adventure for June 2013. This was around October last year. The universe cooperated in this pursuit because the day after we agreed on the travel dates, Cebu Pacific announced a seat sale. It is on, baby! :)

So, for my next blog posts (yeah, I figured there’d be more than one), I will write about the Viet-Cam experience – the quirks, the little misadventures (we almost didn’tmake it!), the joys of first-time backpackers, and everything in between. 

Wednesday, September 04, 2013

The Slow Down Challenge# 2: Fast Eater, Multi-Tasker

I’m joining the Slow Down Challenge initiated by one of my favourite writers Jeff Goins. If you want to jump in, here’s how.

I’ve been slacking. Guilty, as charged. But the day after I posted the first challenge, I got a really painful canker sore on my lower lip. I couldn’t, for the life of me, accomplish the second challenge without wincing in pain. Thankfully, after several swabs of gel, I am back to business and ready to pin down the next challenge.


I am part of a generation of fast-food eaters. I am a fast eater.

The challenge proved to be tougher than I expected. Sure, I love food. Nothing gives me more pleasure than eating out with friends and family celebrations are more memorable with Mom’s culinary specialties. However, appreciation of food itself is often short-lived and rarely went beyond the critical taste test. The rest of the eating experience is carried out on autopilot. Even when I’m eating alone, my brain is too busy reeling with all kinds of to-do lists. So yes, excuse me food, to the backseat you go. I’m too busy to count how many times I have to throw you around my mouth.

So to chew slowly and make each bite intentional and deliberate would take a lot of effort and self-control. Then again, that’s the point of taking a challenge, isn’t it?

Summoning all my energies and fighting the urge not to babble, I sat down and started with small servings. In the beginning, it was easy. My entire attention was on the food in my mouth, how I cut it to bits, or how the juices teased my taste buds. It was indeed a fuller culinary experience. I felt so much in control and so in-the-moment.

And then we started talking and the to-do lists flashed on my mind. Poof! My resolve flew out the window. But it doesn't mean it ends there. Because I’m going to keep trying.

On hindsight, if this challenge proved anything, it underscored the fact that I’m a huge multi-tasker even in the simplest pleasures of life such as enjoying a hearty meal. I have so much to learn how to slow things down. And I can’t wait to start.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Slow Down Challenge# 1: Itsy Bitsy Silky Spidey

I’m joining the Slow Down Challenge initiated by one of my favourite writers Jeff Goins. If you want to jump in, here’s how.

It’s been more than two months since I left my third employer. I am jobless, unemployed, and “bumming professionally,” as I’d like to say. This is by far the longest I’ve been without a job. No rigid 8 to 5 routines and overtimes, no deadlines to beat, and no reports to finish.  Life couldn’t get any slower than this, I thought. I owned my time. I did things because I wanted to, not because I have to.

Then I hit the 2-month mark. I became restless, uncomfortable, and paranoid when I should be basking in this glorious, temporary freedom. I guess when you’ve been in the rat race for so long, your brain is wired to shun the dull moments and prompt you to get back in the game asap. If you’re the kind of person whose eye is always on the destination and not the journey itself, this might work. But for me, who is an avid advocate of deliberately living and not merely existing, this perspective raises red flags. Quality trumps quantity, every time.   

Anyway, back to the challenge. Here's the Slow Down Challenge for Day 1.

This was an interesting challenge. Can I slow down any further?

I decided to explore the little nooks in the house and started with the dirty kitchen. Nothing, except for 3 frogs lumped together in one corner. I stood in the empty garage, closed my eyes, and used my ears to catch unusual sounds. Except for the television sounds coming from the neighbour’s house, nothing. I checked out the trees, the plants, and everything green. Nothing. Damn.

Abandoning the idea entirely, I decided to take out my camera for a little practice shooting instead. I was about to take a shot of a small flower when I saw it. Itsy bitsy spider dancing around its web. I zoomed in on the little creature, hoping to capture a macro shot but it won’t stay still. Then I realized it was building its web. I have never seen a spider build its web before. I watched it with awe as it tirelessly spun a geometric fortress made of silk. How did it even know where to go or what to do to unleash that flimsy silk from its arms? I held my breath, almost too afraid one huff of air might blow the web away. A mysteriously beautiful creation was unfolding right before my eyes. I took a few snapshots, hoping my amateur photography skills could give justice to such splendour. 


Thank You, for all things beautiful and breathtaking. 

Sunday, January 06, 2013

7 Milestones That Made My 2012 Awesome

 
I don’t typically do a countdown of sorts to welcome the New Year. Recently, however, I came across an interesting school of thought called The Happiness Advantage by Shawn Achor. Watch his Ted talk here. Witty presentation and entertaining as hell, too.

According to Achor, we have a twisted view of happiness and success. Our brains are wired to think that if we work harder, we become more successful. The more successful we get, the happier we become. That is our current formula for success and happiness. After years of research, what he found out is that our brains work in reverse! When we train our brains to be positive, we are more productive, more resilient, and yes, more successful.

So what does this have to do with me? (or you, for that matter) Well, what this simply means is that we underestimate the power of positive thinking. Note that the operative word is train, which involves a conscious, wilful effort towards achieving it. One of the strategies Achor highlights to start creating the ripple of positivity is to list down the things you are grateful for every single day. And this is how I want to start the year – light, positive, and just plain thankful for the awesome year that was.

On average, one year gives us probably around a hundred noteworthy experiences – good and bad, pleasant or otherwise. I have narrowed mine to seven. And since my goal for this post is to be as positive as I can, here are the seven best experiences that made my year awesome and memorable in different ways.

Swimming with the whale sharks in Oslob. Oslob is a quiet town in the southern part of the Cebu province. Well, it used to be quiet until word got around that whale sharks (butanding, in the local language) were spotted in the beaches. Oslob became a sensation. Everyone wanted to go there to see the whale sharks, including yours truly. So several of my work colleagues and I packed our swimming gear, cramped ourselves in a rented multicab, and drove around 2 hours to Oslob. And it was beautiful. Just like a lot of Cebu towns, it was rich in cultural heritage. The whale sharks did not disappoint, either. The experience was breathtaking and a little scary – swimming just meters away from live creatures bigger than you with nothing between you and them but just water. And those mouths! Oh my god, I think if they really wanted to, they could suck you right into their mouths. I had this irrational fear that they would gleefully chomp down my legs, but thank God, it never crossed their minds. As we were leaving, my heart sank when I saw chips of paint on their mouths from bumping into the boats. I just wish there was a better way of taking care of them. We drove back to the city that afternoon and as we were driving along the south road properties area – as if on cue, fireworks lit up the sky. Amazing. Seeing the colours engulf the black night in smoke and light. That would have been a perfect ending to a beautiful day. Until the engine of the multicab conked and wouldn’t start. Epic fail. We were stuck for about an hour until help came along. Nevertheless, it was a great day and we had a pretty good laugh about it.

Writing my bucket list. A bucket list is simply a list of things you want to do or experience before you die. I never thought I’d make one for myself. But the whale shark encounter in Oslob really inspired me, along with the realization that the clock is ticking and there are so many things I still wanted to do, experience, or make out of this life. Some of them reasonable. Some of them just plain crazy. But who cares, right? My life, my rules. I once wrote a post on the difference between existing and living. Writing my bucket list made me look into my own heart and define for myself the kind of life I want to live. My bucket list is my personal manifesto, a promise to myself to not waste this life, and a declaration to live out my dreams. You see, life is so random that I want to put a little more deliberate-ness into this random-ness. I don’t know if it makes sense to you but it does to me. And strange as it may sound, I have a really good feeling that going after each item in my list will teach me a thing or two about life and living. So I am quite the excited little kid. And the world is my playground.

Learning how to drive. I wanted to learn how to drive for a number of reasons, the most ridiculous of which is getting another valid, government-issued ID in the form of a driver’s license. On a more serious note, I wanted to learn how to drive so I don’t have to keep asking my brother or my father to drive me to where I want to go. Also, one of my items on my bucket list involves driving so learning to drive is simply a means to an end, not the end itself. Anyway, I took driving lessons last year and learned the basics. A little more practice and mastery should do the trick. So for now, it’s a work in progress.

Taking up a crash course on film. The last time I dabbled in film was during my college years for my thesis. I love watching films. Creating one is a different story though and requires a lot of patience and hard work. The filmmaking course was offered on a scholarship. I got in, attended the classes, and produced a 5-minute film about Mega Cebu.

Auditioning for a musical play. Another item in my bucket list. The thing with a bucket list is that once you put each item into writing (and does not remain as some vague idea in your head), you have signified your commitment to doing everything your power to make it happen. If you are gunning for a life with no regrets, this commitment might be the extra push you need to keep going despite the frailty of your convictions. When I woke up in the morning of the audition day, I wanted to get sick. My feet were cold and it felt as if I drank a dozen cups of coffee. I was nervous and jittery all over. My heart was in my throat and my mind flew somewhere else. Anyway, to make the long story short, I walked into that audition and went as far as the final casting audition. I’d have to say I enjoyed going through the process. It was all very new and exciting to me. In the end, I didn’t make it to the play but I have ABSOLUTELY no regrets. Well, until next time then. J

Traveling to Shenzhen, China. In 2011, I traveled to Singapore, Hong Kong, and Davao. I thought for 2012, I’d lie low and save for a major trip in 2013. But I guess I got lucky. Our team decided to hold our teambuilding exercises in Shenzhen, China. I always feel ecstatic when I travel. And who doesn’t? It’s an adventure, a trip outside of your comfort zone. It means meeting new people and immersing yourself in a new culture and a new way of life. Geography can be very limiting. Yes, I am referring to the physical boundaries that separate nations, cities, and towns. Traveling gives you the opportunity to look at life in a different lens. It liberates you from your own narcissism and ignorance. Plus, you get to learn about yourself or the people you’re traveling with.

Getting inked. Safe to say, I did not end my year with a bang. It was more like bzzzzzzt. A buzzing sound like that of a bee, except that it came from an electronic needle that stung my flesh over and over again. Getting a tattoo is an item on my bucket list. People have asked me why the hell I wanted to undergo such torture. I guess it’s my own way of testing my limits; in this case, my tolerance for pain. Tattoo, check!

The bar has just been raised and 2013 is going to be a tougher year – because playing it safe in the status quo is a dangerous thing. I hope my 2013 will be bold, risky, and adventurous – in a positive way. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself here. I’m taking it easy, one milestone at a time. I super love what one of my favourite writers, Jeff Goins, says: "Some of the best things in life cannot be planned. They can only be enjoyed. So go. Live. Be surprised."

Monday, December 31, 2012

I write, just because

Then why didn’t you become a writer?” a colleague asked me once – too quizzically, I began to think he was mocking me.  I was telling him writing is, was, and has always been my therapy and my passion. He smartly asked me back why I wasn’t working in the media.

Well, you really don’t need to be in the media to write, do you?

Some six years ago, I found myself fascinated by this craze they call web logging or blogging. Publication in an instant. I fell in love with it. And who wouldn’t? You have the power right at your fingertips (literally) to say something however and whenever you want to. There’s a downside to this, though. This newfound freedom to put your thoughts in the cyberspace is prone to abuse. Some use it as their personal venting space talking gibberish. Some use this to spread false rumors and inaccurate reports. As for me, this kind of new media allows me to be a writer in my own right. I have always been the quiet type around people. But when I feel strongly about something, I want to be heard. And although I am more vocal now that I’m older, I will always go back to my first love: the written word and its beautiful progression – from being just a faint wisp of idea floating around this universe until it finds its way to me. Inspiration strikes. And when it does, it hits like a storm. Unstoppable, unrelenting. Words sail through like bullets and I find myself furiously typing my thoughts out in pure white heat.

Six years ago, in this same blog, I said that people have their own reasons why they write and that the reasons vary from time to time. So now, six years later, I attempt to list down the reasons why that burning flame of passion never seems to die out.

I write because I’ve always been such a dreamer. Of things. Of places. Of times. A hopeless idealist. And when reality frowns upon that idealism and shatters it painfully into a million pieces, I retreat to where it all started, my heart bleeding profusely over a love lost, friendship wasted, or failed endeavor. Living in a world that can’t stop talking, my pen silently bears witness to every sorrow as it slowly ebbs away, giving in to joy and ultimately, to hope.

I write to create memories. Someday, I’d like to look back and imagine how I felt during each milestone in my life. I write to NOT forget. I think we often suffer from some sort of memory loss, although I highly doubt it is deliberate. Human as we are, we have a natural compulsion to remember all happy thoughts and just forget the ones that ripped us to shreds. Sure, it’s easier that way. But we have got to remember the lessons, the wisdom that kept us going until we finally found the strength to pull ourselves back together. I don’t want to forget these things – the little details and the experiences that made me who I am today. And who I will be tomorrow.

I write to keep my personal sanity in check. It makes me think. Once. Twice. Many times. It makes me argue with myself. Crazy, I know. And I don’t actually know how to explain this without sounding nuts, so I’ll leave it to the expert(s) to do the explaining. Norbet Platt said: “The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium.” If you were to ask me, life does not always manifest itself in the obvious. You have to scratch beneath its surface, dig through your thoughts, and burrow through your own fears and doubts to find the gold that truly matters. Whatever that gold is, I leave that up to you.     

I could go on and on. Tomorrow and the day after, I will only find more reasons to write. Even if it means I have to face my demons (sloth, lack of discipline, perfectionism) to get my writing done, I will keep writing. Until I become a better writer. And until I become a better person. :)

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Hello, 2012

Are you truly living or merely existing?

Almost a year ago, I gave myself a challenge to find my answer to that question. And a challenge to write more than once for the year.

I guess the latter was a bit harder to accomplish – what with all the juggling a striving young professional has to deal with these days. Then again, I might just be full of excuses. Writing requires time and discipline. And I shamelessly lack both. Wink, wink. Anyway, my ramblings on the creative process of writing belong to a different post, which has been sitting idly on my laptop for quite some time. I will go back to that soon. But for now, the challenge I set for myself is begging for an answer.

What does it take to live? What does it take to exist? To exist is to eat, to breathe, to clothe oneself, and to do everything that enables one to physically survive. To live, however, is to go beyond this mere existence.

To live is to love, to pursue your greatest passions, to read a book, to write, to laugh out loud, to travel and see the marvels of the world, to learn new things, to take risks, to conquer fears, to experience the full spectrum of human emotions, and the list goes on.

I have to admit, existing is so much easier than living. But what kind of life would that be? I only have one shot at this life, and I don’t even know how long I’ll live, so I gotta KICK.ASS.AT.THIS!

2012 brings another 366 days of as yet unknown struggles, joys, challenges, and rewards. But even before all those come around, the beginning of the year gives us a chance to define for ourselves the kind of life we truly want to live. For me, right now, that’s all that matters.

So 2012, bring it on. Happy New Year, everyone. La vita e bella.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Are you truly living or merely existing?

The words just leapt off the page of the book that I was reading and landed smack on my head. My brain stopped right there. It’s a simple question, supposedly, yet it left me grasping at straws. There’s nothing complicated about how it’s stated, but the answer would tell you how much or how little you know about life and living.

I will not make any attempt to answer that question right now. In my head, I have vague scribbles that could pass for answers but I figured I have a year ahead of me to test, de-bunk, and re-formulate my theories. For the past 2 years, I always start (and end – yeah, somehow, I never get past the first post) the year with a melodramatic post of new chances, new beginnings, and new employers. So this year, I’m going to start it with a challenge to find my own answer to that question. And yes, to write more than once for the year. It’s on for the next 365 days. Yeah, baby!

2010 has got to be one of the craziest calendar years ever. It was the year of the unexpected, the year of surprises, the year of my heart’s highs and lows, and so many more labels I can call it by. But in the end, I am still grateful for all the blessings and struggles I’ve had to deal with in the past year. I’m thankful for the new people I met and made friends with and for every challenge that made me discover a lot more about myself. Above all, I am even more grateful for the gift called family. My family, whose love, patience, and understanding are probably one of the constant things in this ever-changing world.

2011, I’m ready for you. Are you ready for me?