Shiawase ni narou.

The writer loves to circumnavigate the world alone. He loves going to out-of-the-way places and see extraordinary sceneries. He always brings his camera and its charger. He loves towers, bridges, trees and animals, Oh, he hates animals that can kill. He is a social animal. He loves speaking to people. He loves meeting cultures and traditions.


He is a self-confessed anthropologist and socio-political communicator. He dreams of having an overnight stay at Angkor Wat in Cambodia. He was born in Brunei Darussalam but never learned how to speak Malay. He is currently studying Nihonggo through his brother’s old modules.


He has two important blog sites, a private Facebook account and a semi-private Twitter account. He is a proud alumnus of the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila (PLM) College of Mass Communication. He has a bunch of friends and he writes them in his notebook. He loves books, coffee and yogurt. He buys three notebooks a week with no purpose.


He was a sports writer for a national newspaper. He also contributes his stories to another national newspaper and hoping to be the editor-in-chief of his own newspaper. He is now working as a web writer in a web development and 3D animation company but he prefers to be called a digital media journalist. It sounds better.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Albay Escapade






We arrived at the Legaspi Airport in Albay and then headed to Tabaco International Port to ride a ferry boat to Catanduanes. We took the "sikad-sikad" (also known as padyak-padyak) from Tabaco city proper to the port. I saw the "Muro Ami" kids. I just called them muro ami because I remembered the Cesar Montano film the time we arrived there. They dive under the sea for coins being thrown by ship passengers. Before the ship drifted away, I could see from afar that it was raining. Well, it's nice to offer a prayer before you leave a place. It's wavy in the middle of the ocean. It's fun. It's like having your ride in Rio Grande. Not when everyone started to throw up. Messy. Even my mom did. I didn't have the concrete idea if looking at those people throwing up also makes you do the same thing. I just did. But then I glanced up and saw the islets on the vastness of the ocean. My expression changed from distaste to wonder, and for a moment I just stared. I loved the trip. Such a WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE.
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