September 22, 2018
exploring mai chau on my own being 32 and single

Being 32 and Single

I fell in love. I was five years old. I named him Bona, after Tatay Boni who raised his mom. Bona is a cat. We got a ginger cat and named him Kitty.I was seven years old when my paternal uncle told me you love cats so much you would get old alone. Grumpy and alone. Fat, grumpy, and alone. I am 32. Single. Chubby, laughter-loving, unapologetically bitchy, and alone but far from being lonely. And yes, with four cats named Fuente, Hiphip, Laag, and Angkla. They all live with my parents in Cebu. I have to send money for […]
January 28, 2017

We’ve Been Warned about a Misogynyst and Poor India, But We Found a Different Country

Before traveling to India, I braced myself for the possible unpleasant encounters with misogyny and utter poverty I often heard from news. Some said, expect people to poo by the road. Yeah, we saw that. Even stepped onto one in Old Delhi. Expect to be tailed. Yes, we experienced that. Expect to be groped. Hmm, that I did not experience, but I experienced my boob being elbowed, my butt touched. Intentionally? I would not know. We expected and prepared for the worst. But surprise, surprise! There are actually many places in India that are women-friendly, places that make you feel comfortable […]
June 11, 2016

Five Things Solo Filipina Travelers Have to Deal With

For most of my travels, I’ve been moving out and about on my own, which I love very much and makes me vulnerable to all sorts of weird quips and questions from people that I met on the road. A few days ago, a friend posted on Facebook about her funny encounter with a bus driver who mistook her for a Japanese tourist (what with her golden brown skin and Cebuano accent) and then proceeding with a relentless conclusion that she’s a Filipina with a foreigner for a husband. Now, it’s not that I’m all hate and rage about I […]
April 14, 2016

Malaysian Women Who Travel Solo: Be Bold and Independent

I am afraid of monsters like Manila, so it was a conscious decision to have Cebu as my point of departure and Kuala Lumpur as my point of arrival for my first trip abroad last June-July 2015 but was largely unwritten and unblogged. My trip to Kuala Lumpur was a lesson on efficient cities. It was a lesson on embarrassment and questions why my homecity did not have express trains and roofed walkways, why our rivers were as trashed as our streets? And I haven’t been to the neighboring Singapore yet. It was on a lesson on multiculturalism, something that cannot […]