San Juanico Bridge, Leyte, Philippines We made a mountain out of a molehill. Tourism is no skin-deep, it is light; hence, it is fun. Some dig tourism since they want to escape from their immediate lives and responsibilities and seek refuge from the not-so-familiar.
Dear Tummy, You bloated ungracefully. But it wasn’t embarrassing since you have every reason to swell. Gluttony is the sin your owner never fears to admit. If a colossal explosion turned our planet into morsels in 2012, at least, Tummy, you had an idea about Mexican food. But, Tummy, did it ever occur to you if Mayans ate the following? .
To Mt. Babag by Claire “Kikit” Apigo BWAB bloomsed this last year. Some posts here, I confidently assume, are worthy to be explored and rewritten; some posts to be trashed. With essays left unwritten and pictures unsorted, let me wrap 2011 with happiness and gratitude. This Last year’s wanderings affirmed and strengthened some old beliefs, some were unceremoniously replaced, some were found in the ship, jeepney, bus, plane. Itineraries are useless. Traveling happens the moment you are caught indecisive and seemingly lost. Traveling happens the moment you acknowledge the fact you’re lost, the moment you accept the truth that the place is a stranger. Traveling […]
2011 won’t leave us. Our mind will always remind us of its memories. It won’t end either since the human brain is the greatest historian. It can’t be replaced since 2011 is uniquely 2011. Or perhaps, we are about to separate our lives in yearly compartments. This happened in 2010. That happened in 2011. I wonder if the act of separating contribute in making any loss less pronounced and more bearable.