It’s been a while since I’ve updated anything here in the blog. I’ve been having a hard time balancing my time for my day job, school and the blog. I’ve been wanting to write about so many things, so many places and food and so much more. I’ll make it up to you guys 🙂
I hope you have no problem with balancing your time too, set your priorities and plan ahead. A good way to achieve something is to have a plan.
Will be posting soon! Thank you & I love you ❤️
Ps, here’s what the beach after sunset looked like:
The Cebu Taoist Temple, one of Cebu’s famous tourist attraction was built in 1972. People from all sorts of life and religion come here to see its grandeur and offer prayers and wishes of good luck and fortune. 💫 One can also refresh and relax with the view that the temple has to offer.
On a serious note.
2016 has been one of my character building moment. It has molded me to become stronger through life’s poignant adversities, failures that I have encountered and mistakes that proved to be inevitable in some circumstances. It taught me that you won’t get what you want and need unless you work hard for it. If you still fail but gave your all, then it is basically okay. Needless to remind that a Great Divine Providence will work His power upon you, in His own free and most perfect time.
2016 has the most number of pages read including reviewers, reference books and even fictional ones. Truly, one reason I call myself a nerd.
2016 also paved the way to meeting new acquaintances hence creating new circle of friends. I learned to value friendship not on years spent with but with moments rendered.
2016 has also painted color to my life through the amazing places I have been to for the first time and for nth time. It gave me a new perspective towards life together with its delicate features and surprises laid upon and yet to unfold to us and to me.
To the ones I call family, friends and inspiration. A Happy New Year to you all.
Going to the beach is always a good idea. The last time I went to the beach it was pretty much gloomy, literally and figuratively. This time, the sun’s really up! and I mean really up. The beach’s water is blue, sand’s perfectly white and the breeze makes you want to get that four seasons cocktail and just chill and never mind the work load you have left behind in the city. Pack up your things and get away. But mostly, what happens to me is that I forget a lot of things to bring, and I mean a lot but I’d always make up for such loss. So here are some tips. If you’re planning on going on to somewhere ‘beachy” or not, do not forget to write an itinerary and a listing of the clothes or things you’d like to bring with you. Also, you might wanna bring with you towels or the traditional “malong” if you’re backpacking because not all destinations provide you with dressing rooms, they come in handy. Always re-hydrate your body so you won’t get heat strokes. And lastly what’s important is how you spend your beach holiday. And oh! here’s a beach tip: Don’t forget to put sunscreen, or else. 🙂
I must have been blessed because I live near the beach. The beach always inspires me everyday. Just by looking at it, I can sense calmness and peace. When it is at its roughest, I can also feel gloomy. We have different kinds of beaches, white sand, black sand, stone & rock embelished shores. One thing is in common, beach is the best theraphy. I have been to many beautiful beaches, each of them has its own unique story that is close to my heart. Stories that are either heart warming or heart breaking. As I venture out into more and diverse coastlines I can’t help but wonder what it feels like to breathe down under. How it feels like to be like the mer-people. Of course all of these thoughts are just random reflections of what runs through my mind but hey? Nothing wrong with that. #TimsRandomThoughts
Share me your thoughts about the beaches you have in your place.
As a kid, I was always afraid of riding planes because I saw a lot of movies back then that weren’t really trip-provoking but as it turns out it was and still is an amazing experience.
So here’s my North bound trip 🙂
Old meets new. Inside the walled city of Intramuros, old cultures of buildings and architecture meet with new and advance idiosyncrasies of the people and the community.
One of the famous landmarks of Manila is The Minor Basilica and Metropolitan Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception also known as the Manila Cathedral. It has been there for quite some time now. It was established back in 1571. Has been struck by different challenges like earthquake and fire. It has been restored and now you can marvel to its grandeur as well as practice your faith.
Found inside the church is a small chamber dedicated to the image of Mary, Refuge of Sinners. You can offer your prayers here especially with the intentions of those who have departed before us.
The Cathedral’s Belfry. #JAwDropping
“The San Agustin Church”
Another symbolic architecture found in Intramuros is the more than 400 year old church of Saint Augustine.
Here are some snippets from my Tagaytay experience.
The sun about to bid farewell.
Pineapples! My fave.
Hahaha. Oh no.
Hello, Peek a boo!
And lastly, my MNL trip would not be complete if it weren’t for them.
Before, in the four corners of my room I confined in solitude imagining what it’s like to be traveling around here and there. The more I do, the more I become weary to the fact that what I ought to be doing right now might all just be, illusions rather than heart-warming daydreams. “To travel is to live” said the famous quote and that as we move from one place to another we let our soul rather than our bodies grow, develop and learn. It seems like as we meet new people and see new horizons we become numb to the effects of time and as we let the moment sink in, only then can we recognize the fact that traveling may have cured us from the recurring sickness brought about by monotone habits.
The idea of it all struck me in a sublime manner and opened my eyes to the great promises of traveling. I, for myself am blessed to have received what I have today, not the terminal fees I have paid, not the gasoline tanks filled, not the burnt skin in driving in the shade of southern skies, not the islands I’ve crossed nor the scars that came along the way, but it is that sting you just can’t explain. That certain feeling you gain as you talk to strangers, as you break the ice between intimidation and share smiles. That certain feeling that give you the chill when you see the sunsets and feel the warm breeze of the sea and remember home.
To travel really is to live. We breathe air but more than that we cling on to memories for us to be reminded that we are not machines that feed on programs and software but embodied spirits that live on cherished moments, moments that may either be bound for oblivion or for ethereal nostalgia. These are more than thoughts written and emotions put to words.
Life is not a race and the world isn’t big enough for the life we have dreamed of, travel and be cured.