I have always been excited about travelling. I remember boarding a big ship when I was five years old going to Jolo, Sulu with my lolo and lola. We've spent days in the sea and despite occasional vomitting I enjoyed the trip immensely because of the dolphins following the ship and the seemingly endless chatter and clutter of the passengers. There was also a place (I cant remember where) where children swimming in the sea would ask for coins to be thrown in the water and they would retrieve it happily coz they get to keep it.
We stayed in Jolo for a week or so just in time to attend my uncle's graduation. I ate a lot of durian candy there, perhaps my early encounter with that foul-smelling fruit made me grew up without any aversions to it. It was also my first time to see people with armalites and bazookas slung on their bodies as if it was a fashion statement.But there was no fear then, people, either Moslem or Christian just simply coexist.

During my high school days, I travelled to Romblon for a regional competition in parliamentary procedures. I was kinda active in extra curricular activities back then. It was also then that i discovered i hated losing and i really cried when we just placed second in that competition.

My college years seemed to me a hiatus from the constant travel and interaction with people. It seemed like i hibernated for four years. I became introvert and kept a very small circle of friends.I didnt join organizations, i thought i'd rather sleep since my boarding house is just within the campus.

I got excited over travelling once again during my first year at work. It was during that time that I bought my first ever travelling bag complete with rollers for mobility. It was not a Samsonite, but it was really tough and handy.It's name I think is Voyager.

(To be continued)

Sunset at Galera. The place is not as heavenly beautiful as boracay but galera has its own mystic beauty and it seems to grow on you. We'll definitely go back... and promise i'll crawl the cave. 

enjoying the clean air. we were on our way to the coral garden where we saw a lot of colorful fishes though i didnt find nemo there. It was really a breathtaking experience and i wouldnt wish to be anywhere else. After that, I went to nurse my bruises and nasty cuts, i wont be able to wear a skirt for a month! good thing i dont like wearing those :D 

Mindoro Sling. The local drink of Mindoro, just four seasons juice and gin. Walang tama. Thats why we're still decent here. What we ordered next, made counting 1 to 10 a brain bleeder. Its called warehouse and I intend to search for the ingredients of that drink. Sheesh i could've rivaled a dragon that time, I breathed almost pure alcohol. Talk about human disinfectant.We have some minors here and vanness wu joined us for some booze.  

Taken at the Tamaraw Falls. This was my second time here, but i didnt get to appreciate this place the first time. Maybe because i didnt have my hny with me then, and maybe because it was getting dark when we passed there from Calapan going to Galera where It took about 3 hours of travel in rough road.  

Taken at the coaster before we started our trip to puerto galera.Uneventful but fun. We got to see a lot of blighted areas along the way plus garbage everywhere, nohing can beat the city life experience. 

the galera experience. not a moment to lose, we swam like there's no tomorrow, this was taken minutes after we unboarded the banca from batangas. 

These past few days I feel like I'm in a battle of some sort, though without bloodshed and decapitated bodies. It was a battle that happened within my mind, me against one of the deadliest sins, envy. I thought about the things that should be mine because I felt I deserved it. During these bouts of envy, I seek solace to the One who knows me most, Someone who knows my thoughts, my darkest secrets that I tried to keep in my subconscious, my fears, my intentions. And I found comfort. I tried to count all the wonderful things that surrounds me: my family, my hny and friends, all the people I love and love me back without conditions, the people and things I treasure deeply. You know what? I easily lose count, I felt overwhelmed, and I felt so blessed. Why shouldn't I be thankful when I am always safe and healthy, and my faily as well, just think of the countless road mishaps and unfortunate accidents that happen everyday, you'll be glad that you are breathing this very moment. Why shouldn't I be thankful when I can eat on fancy restos and splurge on things I want to buy.

Whenever I feel down and depressed, I think of the people who are in a deeper mess than I am. People who cannot afford to eat three decent meals a day, people without shelter and bed, people who cannot and will not be able to go to school.

When you take time to reflect on what you already have, you cannot really ask for more.

Based on the test, I scored high on narcissism. Perhaps, I just love myself a bit than I do with some of my loved ones. Though most of the time, I think more of their welfare than mine. And because of this, i often get chastised by my bunny. There must be some kind of a superhero complex in everybody.