June 2017

All good things must come to an end and every ending is a new beginning.

A new chapter has been added to my life. At first, I was hesitant, unsure and perhaps was scared. I was never really a people person because I was trapped in my own safe haven which I created for my self preservation.

Opening up to others, making the extra mile to have a conversation or even just taking the effort to ask for a selfie is not really my forté. I’d like to stay in the sideline, and just observe and just wait for my eco-system to be altered, for the better, I guess.

All of this changed, not entirely but gradually. I’ve learned that YOU have to be that person, that YOU have to make that effort to reach out and begin what’s needed to be begin. Learn to adjust with everyone but not to the extent that you will let your guard down and just let them see right through you cause remember that preserving your mystery is the key and a superpower like invisibility.

Cliché as it seems, change really is the only thing that is constant in this world and I like that. I don’t define myself as an introvert nor an extrovert cause maybe I’m a mix of both. Making new friends — never that easy. It’s like giving away a piece of you that they can trail and in return you will receive a part of them too. We all are really kids at heart, we can make friends as easy as that even if people have different sets of attitude, you may or may not like it but you just have to live with it because that’s how it goes.

With this, I have come to realize and was able to piece together what making friends mean. It is making the most of the similarities that we had, understanding the differences (especially the “Ilonggo” language — which I think is really cool and really soothing to the ears) and creating a bond out of this formula that would eventually be unbreakable. Hopefully.

P.s.

Will forever treasure the two boat rides, six cabs, eight jeepneys, countless trips to the elevator and the spiral stairs, not to mention the mind twisting traffic and the sleepless nights I had to go through because of exams, foodtrips and random coffee nights. The few places that made me feel touristy. Also keeping in mind the free food served every after an hour and a half or two, the crazy boomerang videos and the ENDLESS selfie ops. Not to forget the accomodation that made us feel like we were Rajahs and Ranis on vacation. It has been a pleasure training with you!

Alvin Timothy Tan
TTP Batch 4
2017

 

Side Trip: Padre Burgos

Forty five minutes from the capital of Southern Leyte lies Padre Burgos, a peaceful and picturesque municipality that boasts tourist worthy beaches, dive resorts & charming coastlines. One of its acclaimed spots that’s slowly gaining name & visitors is the Blue Deep Resort. The unique design and architecture of the place really captivates the eye of the goers. The place is rustic and has a blend of polynesian inspired villas and asian design and also it holds a panoramic view of the bay which surely, will inspire you to go diving. Padre Burgos has A LOT of diving resorts.

Aside from the view and the beach, the resort offers a variety of food.

And the rest is for you to experience.
See you there!
How to get there:
Start from Maasin 🚌
– Multicab fare is 30 php
– Multicabs standby at the J&F store
– You can take the bus that will go to Malitbog still at 30 php

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North Bound

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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.

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So here’s my North bound trip 🙂

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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.

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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.

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“Refugium Peccatorum”

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.

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The Cathedral’s Belfry. #JAwDropping

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“The San Agustin Church”

Another symbolic architecture found in Intramuros is the more than 400 year old church of Saint Augustine.

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Here are some snippets from my Tagaytay experience.

 

And lastly, my MNL trip would not be complete if it weren’t for them.

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Love, Tim.

Travel became my medicine.

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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.